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Random fic dump
See, I was having this discussion with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arrys_girlie earlier - about Yoz. You see, the very first full-length story with her in it (which began life as a Def Leppard bandfic) has been re-written as a original novel, the band replaced by OCs.
There was - is - a second novel in the works featuring these OCs. Trouble is, after writing the Tattoos And Alibis trilogy (Razorblade Sigh, No World Order and Gardens Of The Sinner, the first two of which are available on Rockfic Press now and the third, well, will be eventually!) I really don't want to carry that novel on.
Because the events in the trilogy negate a lot of what happens to the character in that second novel, but it doesn't change the fact that she talks about a lot of her history. There's a lot of character development stuff and (though I say so myself) really rather good writing.
So. Since I'm not sure what to do with it at the moment, I thought I'd post some of the pieces I'm particularly fond of here. What with it being a quiet night and all.
So, enjoy. I'll put them all under cuts so they don't clutter up your flist! Let me know if they spark a reaction, you like them, or you just think I should think of something more productive to do with them...
That said, here's the first.
Yoz and the Queen Of The Vampires
“Look who we found!” crowed Alan, sounding pleased.
“Yoz!” laughed Pete, crossing the room in three long strides and swinging her off her feet in a bear hug. Yoz couldn't help but laugh; for a moment, lost in the exuberant welcome and kiss that followed it, she could almost forget why she was here.
Almost.
“There's someone I want you to meet,” he continued excitedly, “she's an amazing woman, and I think she can really do things for our career.”
The Magus touched his face lightly, looking into the green depths of his eyes. He clearly had no memory of the last time they had met, at his home; or if Tia had left anything, it was just some faint shadow. Grabbing her hand enthusiastically, he practically dragged her over to the next sofa, which was occupied by a mature woman - although she could in no way be described as 'old' - flanked by a couple of heavy set young men with curiously blank expressions. Ian perched on one sofa arm, and Vic on the other; their expressions were simply adoring. Yoz clocked another couple of minders - doubtless also vampires - lurking in the shadows beneath the tapestries; but as long as that was where they stayed she was in no hurry to examine them.
“Yoz. This is Tia McDonald. She's become a great friend. Tia, this is -”
“We've met,” rapped the woman in the elegant evening gown.
“Sure have,” added Yoz cheerfully, a nasty glint in her eye.
From out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alan's confused expression, and Andy holding his arm, talking quickly into his friend's ear; bringing him up to date, most likely. She certainly hoped so. This situation could head south in a hurry, and she would much prefer that any innocent bystanders getting maimed weren't her friends.
“You are older,” said the woman smoothly, insinuating a whole volume of derision into one seemingly polite phrase, “and still alone, I see.”
“I am indeed, and it's hardly surprising, is it?”
“Ladies - “ began Pete, his face a mask of confusion. Both women gestured to him to shut up.
“Perhaps you should leave,” murmured the woman, turning her delicate face to one side in a movement implying disgust.
“McDonald?” Smiled Yoz through gritted teeth, “that's a bit of a comedown, isn't it?”
“I don't know what you mean.”
“You should. Where are your temples now, Tiamat?” The woman twitched, slightly; Yoz' smile got wider, and nastier, “yeah, I know your name. All gone, except for possibly a few that your sterile remnants mumble at in dusty caves, pointlessly. Your time has passed, lady. Maybe it's you should be leaving.”
The vampire queen rose to her feet, facing her opponent squarely for the first time. Her two minders rose as well; topping six foot four, they loomed to either side of the small Mage and looked down their noses at her, large hands twitching. She ignored them, choosing only to note that Pete had retreated in confusion and that Ian and Vic had taken up position behind the vampiric wall. Yoz took the opportunity to look her quarry up and down, with as insolent an expression and stance as she could muster. A dangerous game, baiting powerful creatures of the night; but one she enjoyed, nevertheless.
The ancient vampire had chosen her form well, this time; raven hair, probably waist length if you removed all the pins and ties holding it up, shone blue-black beneath the glowing wall lights; her skin was alabaster white, and perfect; not a blemish or a stray hair marred its chilly arrangement. Tall and slim, narrow waisted and flat stomached; her curves were understated, what few there were, and she gave the overall appearance of a supermodel carved from marble and draped by Dolce and Gabana.
“Oh,” added Yoz, “but when you leave, I'd appreciate it if you left my friend's minds here with them. It's so difficult, talking to creatures with as little an imagination as you tend to leave 'em with. Which is to say, none at all.”
“I believe it is time for me to move along to…more fruitful hunting grounds,” sighed the vampire, looking down briefly at nails so red and polished they looked like talons. “But your friends may wish to accompany me.”
Bugger, Yoz thought. Still, if I run her off once I can always run her down again.
“Be my guest.”
Turning to leave, her retinue gathered behind her. She clicked her long, dry fingers, her expression artfully suggesting that she had forgotten something. “My my, I almost forgot. My memory. I believe you were acquainted with one of my men, once? Why not say hello. For…old times' sake.”
She motioned one of the shapes forward from the shadows.
Watching from a short distance away, Andy saw Yoz, standing so relaxed and powerful in her arrogance, suddenly stiffen and jerk her head back as though struck. The only thing he could see was that a young man had walked into the light; no taller than their friend, long curly hair, just a shade lighter than black, dark eyes and sensuous lips, all dressed to kill in the same outfit that the rest of the other woman's retinue were wearing. Nothing, it seemed, to get upset about; but their Mage was suddenly trembling, rolling the whites of her eyes in distress and appeared to be on the verge of collapse.
Tia smiled indulgently, and with a dismissive movement of her long fingered hand they all filed out, leaving the young man until last; he bowed over Yoz' hand, kissed it delicately, and followed his brethren. She snatched it back and cradled the hand to her as though burnt, and didn't move for a long time.
Pete, Ian and Vic had taken their seats again and were acting as though nothing had happened; Alan was moving toward them, thoroughly confused, and Andy approached Yoz from behind, treading rather carefully.
“You OK?”
She looked at him quickly, and he caught a flash of some form of emotion cross her face before she schooled it to steely expressionlessness.
“Fine.”
“So…what do you think?”
“Of what.”
“The situation? You said you -”
“Oh, that.” She shrugged, and turned away from him toward the door. “You're on your own, mate.”
Andy's jaw dropped. “What?”
“Sorry.”
And with that, she was gone.
arrys_girlie earlier - about Yoz. You see, the very first full-length story with her in it (which began life as a Def Leppard bandfic) has been re-written as a original novel, the band replaced by OCs.There was - is - a second novel in the works featuring these OCs. Trouble is, after writing the Tattoos And Alibis trilogy (Razorblade Sigh, No World Order and Gardens Of The Sinner, the first two of which are available on Rockfic Press now and the third, well, will be eventually!) I really don't want to carry that novel on.
Because the events in the trilogy negate a lot of what happens to the character in that second novel, but it doesn't change the fact that she talks about a lot of her history. There's a lot of character development stuff and (though I say so myself) really rather good writing.
So. Since I'm not sure what to do with it at the moment, I thought I'd post some of the pieces I'm particularly fond of here. What with it being a quiet night and all.
So, enjoy. I'll put them all under cuts so they don't clutter up your flist! Let me know if they spark a reaction, you like them, or you just think I should think of something more productive to do with them...
That said, here's the first.
Yoz and the Queen Of The Vampires
“Look who we found!” crowed Alan, sounding pleased.
“Yoz!” laughed Pete, crossing the room in three long strides and swinging her off her feet in a bear hug. Yoz couldn't help but laugh; for a moment, lost in the exuberant welcome and kiss that followed it, she could almost forget why she was here.
Almost.
“There's someone I want you to meet,” he continued excitedly, “she's an amazing woman, and I think she can really do things for our career.”
The Magus touched his face lightly, looking into the green depths of his eyes. He clearly had no memory of the last time they had met, at his home; or if Tia had left anything, it was just some faint shadow. Grabbing her hand enthusiastically, he practically dragged her over to the next sofa, which was occupied by a mature woman - although she could in no way be described as 'old' - flanked by a couple of heavy set young men with curiously blank expressions. Ian perched on one sofa arm, and Vic on the other; their expressions were simply adoring. Yoz clocked another couple of minders - doubtless also vampires - lurking in the shadows beneath the tapestries; but as long as that was where they stayed she was in no hurry to examine them.
“Yoz. This is Tia McDonald. She's become a great friend. Tia, this is -”
“We've met,” rapped the woman in the elegant evening gown.
“Sure have,” added Yoz cheerfully, a nasty glint in her eye.
From out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alan's confused expression, and Andy holding his arm, talking quickly into his friend's ear; bringing him up to date, most likely. She certainly hoped so. This situation could head south in a hurry, and she would much prefer that any innocent bystanders getting maimed weren't her friends.
“You are older,” said the woman smoothly, insinuating a whole volume of derision into one seemingly polite phrase, “and still alone, I see.”
“I am indeed, and it's hardly surprising, is it?”
“Ladies - “ began Pete, his face a mask of confusion. Both women gestured to him to shut up.
“Perhaps you should leave,” murmured the woman, turning her delicate face to one side in a movement implying disgust.
“McDonald?” Smiled Yoz through gritted teeth, “that's a bit of a comedown, isn't it?”
“I don't know what you mean.”
“You should. Where are your temples now, Tiamat?” The woman twitched, slightly; Yoz' smile got wider, and nastier, “yeah, I know your name. All gone, except for possibly a few that your sterile remnants mumble at in dusty caves, pointlessly. Your time has passed, lady. Maybe it's you should be leaving.”
The vampire queen rose to her feet, facing her opponent squarely for the first time. Her two minders rose as well; topping six foot four, they loomed to either side of the small Mage and looked down their noses at her, large hands twitching. She ignored them, choosing only to note that Pete had retreated in confusion and that Ian and Vic had taken up position behind the vampiric wall. Yoz took the opportunity to look her quarry up and down, with as insolent an expression and stance as she could muster. A dangerous game, baiting powerful creatures of the night; but one she enjoyed, nevertheless.
The ancient vampire had chosen her form well, this time; raven hair, probably waist length if you removed all the pins and ties holding it up, shone blue-black beneath the glowing wall lights; her skin was alabaster white, and perfect; not a blemish or a stray hair marred its chilly arrangement. Tall and slim, narrow waisted and flat stomached; her curves were understated, what few there were, and she gave the overall appearance of a supermodel carved from marble and draped by Dolce and Gabana.
“Oh,” added Yoz, “but when you leave, I'd appreciate it if you left my friend's minds here with them. It's so difficult, talking to creatures with as little an imagination as you tend to leave 'em with. Which is to say, none at all.”
“I believe it is time for me to move along to…more fruitful hunting grounds,” sighed the vampire, looking down briefly at nails so red and polished they looked like talons. “But your friends may wish to accompany me.”
Bugger, Yoz thought. Still, if I run her off once I can always run her down again.
“Be my guest.”
Turning to leave, her retinue gathered behind her. She clicked her long, dry fingers, her expression artfully suggesting that she had forgotten something. “My my, I almost forgot. My memory. I believe you were acquainted with one of my men, once? Why not say hello. For…old times' sake.”
She motioned one of the shapes forward from the shadows.
Watching from a short distance away, Andy saw Yoz, standing so relaxed and powerful in her arrogance, suddenly stiffen and jerk her head back as though struck. The only thing he could see was that a young man had walked into the light; no taller than their friend, long curly hair, just a shade lighter than black, dark eyes and sensuous lips, all dressed to kill in the same outfit that the rest of the other woman's retinue were wearing. Nothing, it seemed, to get upset about; but their Mage was suddenly trembling, rolling the whites of her eyes in distress and appeared to be on the verge of collapse.
Tia smiled indulgently, and with a dismissive movement of her long fingered hand they all filed out, leaving the young man until last; he bowed over Yoz' hand, kissed it delicately, and followed his brethren. She snatched it back and cradled the hand to her as though burnt, and didn't move for a long time.
Pete, Ian and Vic had taken their seats again and were acting as though nothing had happened; Alan was moving toward them, thoroughly confused, and Andy approached Yoz from behind, treading rather carefully.
“You OK?”
She looked at him quickly, and he caught a flash of some form of emotion cross her face before she schooled it to steely expressionlessness.
“Fine.”
“So…what do you think?”
“Of what.”
“The situation? You said you -”
“Oh, that.” She shrugged, and turned away from him toward the door. “You're on your own, mate.”
Andy's jaw dropped. “What?”
“Sorry.”
And with that, she was gone.