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Post by ignosce mihi carissima on Apr 7, 2005 23:40:06 GMT 12
This is a thread for phrases from Underworld fanfic that sound unusual, wrong, or amusing. I have a small file of them, but I'll start with some particular favourites: - “Selene’s having fun.”<br>“Selene’s always having fun if its sharp, pointy, fires or can cause immense pain on somebody else,” She muttered to herself, Selene was to busy throwing screwdrivers like knives to listen.
- He [Viktor] felt rather angered that a servant girl [Erika] had seen herself fit to even gaze upon his spit let alone waltz into the crypt of the Elders like this.
- “Do you-have any-family?” She hoped she wouldn’t have to be part of a new family so soon after losing her own, but she owed Viktor so much. If necessary she was prepared to make an effort to adapt to his family for him. But only because it was Viktor. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he looked at his young protégé it was with great sadness. “I had a wife, Janine, the most beautiful creature ever to walk this earth.” Had, Selene thought. Had. Oh my God. “That is, until our daughters. We had three, Winona and Ymogen and Sonja. Sonja was the only woman ever to match and best my Janine in beauty.” He looked at Selene with a faint, sad, smile. “You remind me very much of Ymogen, and Sonja.”<br>A hard lump in her throat, Selene whispered, “What happened, Viktor?” It was the first time she’d called him by his name.
Looking away, Viktor answered, “They were killed. All four of them. All four of the ones dearest to me, slaughtered by Lycans. Winona, she was ambushed, four on one. Janine and Ymogen died protecting Ymogen’s baby daughter. And my precious Sonja, murdered by a Lycan who crept into her room while she slept. Killed personally by the greatest leader the Lycans ever had…Lucian.” - With a thumb, he [Viktor] stroked Selene’s cheek. I swear, my sweet Selene, I’ll make you the greatest of them all. Not just a princess but a huntress too. The greatest vampire in the whole coven. In all the covens.
Is it just me, or is the last one slightly...wrong? (I will find references later, but I'm too lazy and my internet connection is too slow to do it now.)
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Post by Anyanka on Apr 8, 2005 10:04:23 GMT 12
What a good idea!!! Okay, I got many scenes I want to post... but thing is they are Rated R... anyone minds that? please tell me!
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Post by azn_baby13 on Apr 8, 2005 12:08:25 GMT 12
no
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Post by ignosce mihi carissima on Apr 17, 2005 23:09:15 GMT 12
Fine with me! If there are people here who don't like anything over PG or are underage maybe there should be a passworded section for R rated things.
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Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2005 7:27:39 GMT 12
I can set that up if you guys want me to. Just give the word.
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Post by Anyanka on Apr 22, 2005 13:05:01 GMT 12
:DAlright, heres one of my favourite bit of one of my favourite scenes : Later that same evening, when sunrise was but a few hours ahead, the doors of Viktor’s chambers opened, and Viktor himself stormed in. He looked around, and saw that Anyanka wasn’t there yet. He let out a dry sigh that almost sounded like a growl, walked to his bedroom, and without undressing, laid down on his bed. He brought a hand to his forehead and sighed again. It had been a straining day, and he wished nothing more than for it to pass… and for Anya to come and make it pass faster. Where was she, anyways?
Growling again, he suddenly stood up and hurriedly walked to a small counter on which were laying a carafe containing blood, along with several crystal wineglasses. Anticipatingly, he took a glass and poured himself some blood, after what he drank it all in one shot. Cattle blood. Viktor couldn’t help himself from frowning at the foul blood running down his throat. No, he didn’t crave cattle blood… He relished at the sudden thought and imaginary taste of human blood. How he yearned for it, warm, fresh and thick blood rushing into his mouth, running down his throat and deeper inside his veins, keeping his very being alive. The only thought of it made him sigh of pleasure, as a thrilling shiver crept up his spine, causing his nervs and skin to begin to burn of desire. Yes, this is what he needed after such an exhausting day: stimulation, and a feeling of great pleasure.
Viktor laid his empty glass down and turned around, as if searching the room for something that could satisfy his need. But Anya wasn’t there, yet. “Where is she?! Where is she when I need her the most?!” he fumed as he furiously paced through the bedroom. He went to sit on his bed, his desire boiling and growing inside of him. He needed her, he wanted her… only imagining the moment she’d step into the room made him even more excited. He could already imagine himself holding her close, embracing her fiercely, and kissing her intensely, on her lips, her face, her entire body. And oh, the way he’ll undress her, his hands eagerly wandering over her body and his hungry eyes eating her alive… The only thought of himself seeking pleasure deeply inside her along with his fangs profoundly buried inside her flesh caused his eyes to turn bright blue. How he wanted her, wanted to feel her naked body pressed against his own. Their sweat will mix in the pressure of their bodies pressed against each other’s, and their blood will mix in both their mouths as they’ll kiss passionately, their need expressing through their bodies’ cravings.
Just as Viktor stood up again, overwhelmed by the desire his thoughts were bringing about, the door of the bedroom opened and Anyanka finally entered. Viktor slowly turned his head and saw her, and his blood accelerated in his veins. She was dressed in a light, silky black nightgown that was leaving her arms and legs bare of clothing. Her long, wavy black hair was untied and gracefully resting past her shoulders and on her bare back.
Viktor’s eyes trailed over her heavenly figure and he relished the sight of it, still imagining the night that was to come. He could’ve walked to her to grab her and throw her down on his bed at once, but another idea popped into his head: tonight, he wanted the pleasure to last longer. He wanted to enjoy every single second of every single kiss, moan, and caress he’ll have the chance to experience tonight. They will take it slow at first, he decided, and then play it rougher. “Anya…” he pronounced breathlessly. His desire had almost reached the point of decadence.
Anya slowly and graciously stepped towards Viktor, and her dark eyes locked with his pale blue ones. Her lip twitched when she identified the need in his eyes, and smelled his desire in his blood. “Evening, Viktor…” she uttered as she raised an eyebrow. “What have you been doing?” The animated state she had caught him in had somewhat surprised, not to say intrigued her.
Viktor’s blood heated up when he heard the soft sound of her voice and, his excitement taking over, he walked to her to grab her by the waist with one arm, as his other hand reached up to stroke her neck tenderly. “Yearning for you, that’s what,” he whispered hoarsely, looking intently into her eyes.
Anya smiled vaguely and laid a hand on his own, that was resting on her neck, and caressed him gently. Only his sensual touch was enough to send shivers down her spine, and cause her blood to rush inside her veins. She hadn’t seen him all night, to her great unpleasance, but now that they were united again, she would make sure that her need for him would be satisfied. Staring into his deep blue eyes, she could sense his lips longing for her own, and his entire body yearning to please her like he had never done it before. And her, she wanted him, needed him to excite her even more… she wanted to kiss his lips, touch his face and his body, she needed to feel him closer, around her, inside her. She let out a long sigh and whispered, “I take it as you were waiting for me…?” A slight smirk appeared on her velvet lips.
Viktor shot her a languorous glance and let out a sharp breath, “Oh, yes, you bet I was…” With this, he pressed his lips against hers, holding her tight, his tongue asking to enter her mouth.
And I have decided to make you languish for more and stop there, MWAHAHAHAHA! Lol, but as I am not that evil, you can be SURE to see the rest very soon!
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Post by Selene on Apr 25, 2005 16:59:24 GMT 12
..wow...*is stunned by how much there is*...whoo.... I wish -I- could write like that! You better not be evil, or *bares teeth* grrr...
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Post by QueenOfDarkness on Apr 29, 2005 7:16:18 GMT 12
I can only say WOW! You are very good at writing! I am eager to here the rest I am wondering what this fanfic is? Is it a site, or just things you wrote yourself?
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Post by QueenOfDarkness on Apr 29, 2005 7:21:04 GMT 12
I already found the answer to my question about the fanfic
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Post by Anyanka on Apr 29, 2005 11:13:19 GMT 12
Glad you liked! Here are 2 others! And dont mind the setting, no biggie if you dont understand. Viktor rolled up his sleeve and deeply bit into his wrist, to finally let his blood pour down the container and tube that led to Marcus’s mouth. He sighed and turned to Anya. “Now, we wait,” he said. Anya’s eyes fell on some of the blood remaining on Viktor’s lips. Her eyes dreamily fixed on his mouth, she whispered, “How much time, do we have to wait, tell me…” Viktor identified her need and smirked, as he approached her more, “Oh, long enough… why?” he said slightly serious, slightly teasing, knowing what her thoughts were up to. Anya’s eyes locked with his as she also smirked, “What to do until he wakes up? Any… suggestions…?” she whispered as her hand clenched on his coat. Viktor gently grabbed her by the arm as to pull her more unto him, as he teasingly traced a finger over her neck, down to her chest. “What did you have in mind, dear?” he teased. Anya’s heartbeat increased when he touched her sensually and she gently approached her lips to his mouth. “Oh, you know it perfectly…” she whispered, before she slightly rested her lips against his, gently trailing her tongue over his lower lip and tasting his blood. Viktor smirked against her lips, and grabbed both her forearms, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling her closer, as he kissed her slowly and tenderly. Her lust enhancing, Anya deepened the kiss, kissing him harder, which caused Viktor to hold her tighter against his body, his desire growing stronger as well. Without noticing, he made a step backwards and by accident bumped into Marcus’s coffin, causing it to shift slightly. As Anya startled to the sound, Viktor looked back uninterested, but then turned back his head to her, attempting to kiss her lips again. Anya’s arms shifted from around his waist to around his neck, as she gave in to his deep kiss, but then whispered, “What if we… sat down? The… Elder’s throne looks… kind of comfortable… if you ask me…” she mumbled between the sweet caresses of his lips. She shivered when she felt his hands travelling across her back and caress her thighs sensually, and her eyes shifted from brown to blue. Viktor groaned passionately as he buried his nose in her hair, to then trail his lips down her jaw line, kissing every inch of her skin, to what he heard Anya moan, as he took pleasure in her reaction. “I don’t know… this is sort of… exciting, too…” with this said, he thrust his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily as his eyes turned icy blue. As one of his hands held her hard around her back, his other started to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Anya moaned into his lips and smiled widely. “You cannot… imagine how exciting…” As she said the words, her hand wandered under his coat, attempting to unzip his leather shirt. “Isn’t it… disrespectful to… do this in here? In the Elder’s Crypt…?” She moaned again as she felt him bite down on her lower lip. Viktor licked over her lips, tasting her blood and delighting the feeling it brought to him, as he pulled her even more to his body. “I don’t… care…!” And his hand crept inside her dress to caress her chest tenderly. Anya gasped and moaned to the touch of his cold hands on her skin, opening her mouth for him as his tongue penetrated deeper down her throat. She wrapped one leg around his waist and pressed herself unto him, urging to feel him even closer. Once she had finished with unzipping his shirt, she let her hands wander hard and sensually over his bare chest and back. Viktor moaned to the feeling of her hands on his body and brought her back with him, laying her over Marcus’s coffin. He saw her look back warily at where she was then laying, over a dead body that was, and he smirked naughtily, discovering his hungry fangs. He feverishly opened the rest of her dress, revealing her chest covered by her black lace brassiere, and with an fervent growl bent down on her again, as he proceeded to kissing the places his hands had just touched. Anya moaned when she felt his lips on her breasts and she clenched her fists to his shoulders, not willing to think about the dead body that was dormant right under her. “Oh, Viktor, Darling…!” she exclaimed when she felt his tongue teasingly trail over her skin. He smirked, “Yes, love?” His hands caressed her stomach, as he let his fangs slide against her burning skin, slightly touching her, his own skin firing from inside his being. Anya almost screamed when she felt his fangs, and she jerked back her head, relishing all the pleasures he was making her feel. “You don’t think that… someone could come in here?” She gasped as his hand travelled down to her lower abdomen. “The doors are still… wide opened…” she said almost inaudibly as he stroked her hard. Viktor groaned impatiently, “I told you… I don’t care…!” With this, he bit down hard into her breast, right through her garment, her heavy breaths spurring him on. As he greedily fed of her essence, his hands wandered down on her bare thighs, and he wrapped her legs around his waste, breathing hard of pleasure and desire. Anya panted heavily and moaned out of pleasure. She wanted to feel him closer, inside her… “I need you, Viktor, darling…” she panted. “Take me now… my Lord…” she smirked. Viktor moaned of pleasure at her words as his hands on her thighs squeezed her hard and pressed her even closer to him. Relishing her stimulating reactions, he withdrew from her chest and his ice blue eyes stared intently into her own, as he unzipped his pants and smirked viciously, readying himself to fulfil her desire.
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Post by QueenOfDarkness on Apr 30, 2005 1:57:16 GMT 12
Wonderful! This stories are really good! You write so well! Are these stories taken from your fanfic? Otherwise I want more! More blood and more Viktor I am wondering what Anya is doing when Viktor is asleep, must be a really hard time
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Post by Admin on Apr 30, 2005 8:21:08 GMT 12
Queenofdarkness please don't double post. Edit your post.
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Post by Anyanka on Apr 30, 2005 14:14:27 GMT 12
Yeah, these are only scenes i REALLY enjoy writing... not from a fic... from my imagination! ill post another one tomorrow!
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Post by Selene on Apr 30, 2005 15:50:11 GMT 12
Ooh.. *anticipates*..
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Post by QueenOfDarkness on May 3, 2005 4:29:26 GMT 12
That sounds very nice! I Want mor of your stories Ok I will not double post, See if I have understood it right. Keep an eye on me
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