Archive | October 2013

New Home: Chapter 10

Will messed with his bed sheet as he waited for the doctor. He tried watching t.v. but he couldn’t understand the shows. He couldn’t sneak out again, not with Stephanie nearby. He groaned softly as he laid his head back against the pillow. He hated hospitals there was nothing to do in them. Will picked up the remote and flipped through the channels. At least it was something to do. He flipped to a movie and settled in to watch it when a man with brown hair and blue eyes walked in with a chart in hand and a friendly smile. “Hello Will I’m Dr. Hartman, how are you feeling?”

“Not bad. My side doesn’t hurt when I walk around anymore, but I don’t know what happened to my arm though.”Will said as he touched the bandages.

Dr. Hartman frowned. “You don’t remember the cut on your arm?”

Will shook his head. “No.”

Dr. Hartman hummed and wrote something on his chart. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Will gritted his teeth as the scene replayed in his head. “I’d rather not.”

“Will, whatever you tell me will not leave this room. However, I need to know so we can determine what treatment will be best for you. I know you’re a werewolf, were the cuts made by another werewolf or someone using a weapon with claws on it?”

Will gripped his side and ground his teeth together. “It was another werewolf.”

Dr. Hartman nodded as he wrote on his chart again. “Okay,”

“I got into a fight with him, he cut me, but  I didn’t want to go to the hospital in my town in Coven so I left. I tried to take care of it, but I’m not a healer so it didn’t work out. It started to hurt in the morning, but I had an interview so I didn’t do anything to it. I thought I could work through it like I normally do and it didn’t work.”

“Yes the gashes were quite deep. Was this fight over territory or to be the new Alpha?”

“A bit of both.”

Dr. Hartman nodded again and wrote more things on his chart. “Have you changed since you received this injury?”

“I did, but the pain was too much so I’d change back. I haven’t changed into my wolf form since then.”

Dr. Hartman looked up from his chart with a frown. “Your wounds didn’t heal when you were a wolf? When did you change?”

Will shook his head. “No they didn’t and sometime last week.”

“I see. Well, whoever cut you tried to make sure that wound wouldn’t seal by using magic. We’re going to do a few tests to make sure that the magic is gone and won’t stop the wound from healing completely.”

“Will that take awhile?”

“Not too long. Everything else is working fine and if the tests come back negative, you’ll be out soon.”

“What if the tests come back positive?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Will sighed. “Alright,”

Dr. Hartman hummed as he flipped through his chart. “I need to check something and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

Dr. Hartman flashed a smile before he walked out the door.

Will groaned as he rubbed the bandage on his side. What did Hamilton do to me?

New Home Chapter 9 part 2

Cassandra felt Robert’s eyes on her back as she replaced the sweets and helped Krista with the new ones. She knew it would be a problem when she hired him, but he needed a job. Robert, like her and Danny, had a dark magical class. He wasn’t in the Necromancy class, but he could control ghosts whether they were inside someone’s body or not. He knew ways to control someone regardless of their class. His family being one of the keepers over the books of curses didn’t help.

After Amulet received a new council, they blacklisted anyone in that magic class along with Necromancy. The council took it out of the acceptable classes. The resulting decision made things difficult for people in those classes. Such as finding a job, but that’s where Cassandra’s shop came in.

Her shop provided a place for magical people to find work when other places turned them away due to their magical class. However, it also provided another chance for Robert to be overprotective. Sometimes, he could be as bad as Daniel.

Cassandra bit the inside of her cheek as she placed the cookies in the oven. The eyes on her annoyed her, she couldn’t take it anymore. She placed her oven mitts on the counter and turned to Robert.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Robert grunted as he took the used pans over to the sink.

“Did Danny text you?” Cassandra asked. She wanted to roll her eyes at the silence that followed. Of course. “Look, you know the motto of the store we give second chances to anyone, including werewolves.”

“Are you sure we should have a werewolf here? We get a lot of vampire customers.”

“The runes are there to prevent any fighting. Besides, I haven’t seen them fight yet. I think we’re good.”

Robert shook his head. “I don’t think so. There’s something up with that guy, everything sounds too suspicious. Don’t you think there’s something not right about someone hiding an injury that severe?”

“I can remember someone who came to me with the same injury…” Cassandra trailed off as she looked at his arm.

Robert noticed and tugged on the sleeve of his shirt with his soapy hands. “That was different. I met the wrong wizards on my way here.”

Cassandra hummed as she checked on the cookies in the oven. “Is it that far-fetched to believe the same thing happened to him?”

Robert grumbled under his breath as he placed the pans back on the table. Cassandra closed the oven door and walked over to the counter. She leaned against the surface as she crossed her arms over her chest and watched him clean a nearby bowl. Something he did when he was trying to clear his mind. Robert placed the bowl on the counter by the sink and turned to her.

“Are you sure about this?”

Cassandra nodded. “I am. I’ll take responsibility if something happens.”

“Well, if it comes to that you know you have back up.” Robert grinned.

Cassandra smiled. “Thanks.” She turned to the clock and walked over to her apron. “Want to help me make some more cookies before the evening rush?”

“Yeah.” Robert nodded and walked over to the fridge.

Cassandra tied her apron around her waist and walked over to the sink to wash her hands.

Things went better than she expected. Things would be better if she could get Danny to feel the same way, but one thing at a time.

Back on schedule

Sorry had to stop some things due to RL and uni, but everything is back on track now! New Home will update today and the hospital will update on Friday. Sorry for the delay hopefully there will be no more bumps. Well no more big ones anyway. 🙂

Sorry a small hiatus

I’m sorry about the delay on the next chapters, but I have a few school things to complete so there will be an upload on Friday of the chapters I’ve missed. Next week we’ll be heading to Chapter 10 of New Home and I may do something special then. I hope my schedule will allow me to do my small special then.

Thank you!

Sorry about this.

WVODH Chapter 2: David

Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong. Enjoy!

I heard my alarm clock, but ignored it. I hit snooze and turned on my side as I tried to remember the dream. It’s always the same dream where I’m at the annual Halloween masquerade and someone is waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase in the hotel. I don’t want to say that it’s something out of Cinderella even if it sounds like it. I blame the fairy tale book I read to my cousins yesterday.

Anyway, in the dream I’m ready to see the mysterious guy when my alarm goes off. It happens every time and it doesn’t stop being annoying. I turn back on my side to check my clock when my stomach drops at the time.

Shit, I’m late!

I jump out of bed and make a beeline to the bathroom. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to take the second shift, but my favorite tippers come around at that time. I’m not one to pass up easy money. One of the perks of being a bartender at the new demon owned Winchester Hotel. Demons tip big and they have a lot of questions about our world. I have no problems answering them if it means I get more money in my pocket.

Still, I can’t believe I’m late! I hope my vampire doesn’t get too angry. I keep forgetting that I have a second job since I moved back home to Detroit. I happen to be one of the unfortunate souls to be in New York when the recession hit. I need to stop watching Disney with Ashley before bed, anyway after I lost my banker job I moved back home. I miss having my own space, but I’m happy my parents let me come back home. I know not everyone has that luxury.

The bartending job isn’t bad, but I make my most money being a donor. One of the reasons I keep waking up at the wrong time. I finish in the bathroom and jog back to my room. I throw on an old t-shirt and pair of jeans. I hope it’s clean. I put on my earring, then my watch on the way down the stairs. I grab my keys off the hook in the living room and I’m on my way out the door when my mom stops me.

“Honey? Don’t you want something to eat?”

I turn around and go back to the kitchen to my mom at the counter in her robe. She smiles at me as she pushes her black, graying hair off her shoulder.

“I kind of don’t have time. I’m really late.”

“Are you sure you can’t have something to eat?”

I open my mouth to protest, but the loud growl from my stomach makes me snap it shut. My stomach has betrayed me again. My mom laughs and pushes a glass of orange juice in my hands.

“Sit down, I’m sure they don’t mind if you’re a bit late.”

I check the clock and shake my head at the time. I pull my phone out and send a quick message to Dana. I know she won’t like that I’m late, but I’m still getting used to my new evening schedule. It’s not long before Dana replies back to me.

Okay I’ll let him know that you’re late, but try not to be too late.

I sigh as I slip my phone back in my pocket. My boss did not like tardiness very much, I just hope that he won’t be too mad.

While I’m running through the list of apologies in my head, my mom puts a plate of food in front of me.

“You can worry about work later. I don’t want you to pass out again.”

“I didn’t pass out that much.” I mumble under my breath. I look up to my mom’s pointed look and quickly go back to my food.

My mom takes a seat across from me with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. “So, how’s work? Have you met any cute boys at the hotel? No vampire is trying to pick on you again are they?”

I smile as I reach for my juice. My parents took my coming out much better than my jobs as a donor and the Winchester Hotel. Who knew?

“Everything is fine mom. No one is messing with me, especially since they know I’m friends with Dana. The hotel is doing well we’re getting ready for Halloween so a lot of people are visiting. That means more money for me.”

My mom frowns as she reaches over to pat my hand. “Well, don’t get too carried away again.”

“I won’t.” I learned my lesson not to be a donor to two vampires at two different hospitals.

I check the time again and try to finish my eggs, sausage, and toast as quickly as possible.

I really don’t want Dana to chew me out tonight.

Small hiatus again

Sorry the update for the Vampire hospital will be delayed until tomorrow evening. I’m sorry everyone I got an unexpected bump in my schedule today and I wasn’t able to finish the chapter. The chapter will be up tomorrow evening.

I’ll be on a steady schedule soon.

Thank you 🙂

Should I spread hurt to the story?

So I didn’t have a very good week. It’s great to work in the same major for like close to six years and be told that you’re gonna need 78 more credits to graduate. So as expected I’ve had a fantastic week dealing with the news and trying to get things back on track. While I was feeling awful I looked at my characters and wondered who I could inflict some pain on. Or if I’ve inflicted enough pain who should get something unexpectedly good happen to them.

I read many things that say put emotions in the story. Like write how you feel and I wondered if I should do that? Like place an unexpected thing and shake things up for everyone. Not Will and Cass yet (heh…heh…heh…) but for the other million stories I have sitting on my hard drive or on other sites. I have many things spread out that I’ll put on here one day, but I’m wondering if I should make my characters hurt like me or give them a really good time to work out my frustration. (I’ve done this many times before).

What do you all think? Do you all release stress the same way?