A Small Move!

Sight and The Devil Has Blue Eyes have been moved! I felt that since they've become more like full blown stories than ideas, that it would be appropriate to remove them from the Ideas page and give them a page of their own under Stories!

I have gladly titled their world The Blessed and Forsaken. You can view their page here.

Sight-Origins

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I opened my eyes and my room was silent, Jake's arms still around me.

Sunlight was creeping through my window and I realized that I must have passed out.

Jake stirred.

"They're gone." He mumbled, sounding tired.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He must have used too much strength to still be so exhausted.

"Fortunately."

Our heads both turned to the speaker. Gabriel was lounging in a chair across the room. His arms folded tightly across his chest. He looked like a mad parent confronting his children for sneaking out.

"You're lucky." He eyed Jacob. Then he turned his rage on me.

"Why didn't you stay with me?" he asked, a sadness emerging in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to. I just lost you somehow, I wasn't looking. But, I'm…okay…now." Gabe always made me feel like such a child when he scolded me.

"And why didn't either of you call me?" he was angry again.

I shook my head. "I don't know Gabe. I was too, overwhelmed to think straight."

He frowned and glared at Jacob again. "What about you?"

Jacob shrugged. "I knew I could handle it."

Gabe's knuckles turned white, but then he closed his eyes and breathed, calming himself.

"Anna, what made you leave like that? When that guy started to throw a fit, why didn't you come find me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. A guy asked me about my mom and he got upset, and I saw…" I closed my eyes and rubbed them. "so many Temperos around him and could hear them." I moaned, the fear building again. "It was so terrifying, then something told me to run. I had just to get out of there."

Jacob rubbed my shoulders and I looked at Gabriel. His expression had fallen from anger into shock and a bit of horror, then he was suddenly serious again.

"You have to see something." He came forward and held his hand out to me, and I gave mine to him.

 

Gabriel parked the car in front of the chapel that my mom used to take me to. I hadn't been here since she died. Jacob looked grim.

We went straight into the chapel and the father greeted us from behind the pew. Then, upon seeing Gabriel, rushed forward and grasped his hands.

"Praise the Lord. It is a blessed day to see you again." He said. Gabriel smiled kindly at him.

Then the father turned his attention to Jacob and I.

"Who's this?" He smiled.

"Jacob Arthur Jareth," Gabe said gesturing to Jake, then put his arm around me. "And this is Anna Rachel Grace."

He looked at Gabe and Gabe nodded then the father's eyes widened as he looked at me and I felt the urge to hide from his stare. He looked scared.

The father blinked and threw on a grin. "It's a pleasure to see you again young lady." He said, but didn't offer me his hand. "My you have grown well."

"Um, thank you." I answered, biting my lip, feeling awkward.

"Amy sure did one hell of a job raising you."

All of us turned to the sound of the voice. The man from the club was sitting, legs crossed, on top of the alter. His face set in a firm grimace.

I almost didn't see him move as Gabriel threw me behind him.

"GET-" I heard the father begin, but then he seemed to choke.

I glimpsed behind Gabriel to see what was happening. The man was now closer and had his hand around the father's throat, his other twisting his wrist that held the cross around his neck.

"Don't even think it." The man seethed at him. "I still haven't forgotten last time."

He released him with a shove. "Besides, I mean no harm." His eyes turned to me, familiar, but aflame in a way that seemed forbidding. "I only wish to speak with my daughter."

Gabe tensed, along with everyone else in the room. I felt all of their eyes on me, but I couldn't look away from this man claiming to be my father. I was trying to find something to discredit him, but it was clear in his eyes, in his expression, and the features of his that were so similar to my own.

He began to walk toward us and Gabe didn't move closer to me, but he didn't move away either. 

"You keep some shitty company, baby girl." he indicated Gabriel with a nod of his head, keeping his eyes on me.

When he was close enough and Gabe didn't move aside, he glanced at him. "Step aside, young Gabriel, if she truly is of me, then I have no reason to harm her." His voice seemed almost gentle.

"Gabe, it's okay." I muttered before I could stop myself.

He hesitated, but then he moved and stood at the ready no more than three feet behind me. I looked at Gabe's face and he looked at me in horror, but not for me, he seemed to be horrified of me.

The man instantly came forward and took hold of my face in one hand under my chin. I gasped, his hand was ice cold on my skin. He moved my face around somewhat forcefully, staring into my eyes, checking every inch of my features. He released my face and started to walk around me, studying.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Nineteen." I answered hesitantly.

"Hmm."

He then grabbed my hand just as fast as Gabriel sometimes moved, if not faster.

"Do you feel that?" he asked. Indicating his hand in mine.

"Yes." I answered. "It's…cold."

"Really?" he asked. His face softening as he looked down at our hands. "You feel warm to me."

I heard someone gasp and before I could say anything else he released my hand again and began pacing around, his hands behind his back.

"Who…are you?" I stammered.

He spun around again quickly. "You don't know?" he asked.

I shook my head. A sudden dread filling me.

He laughed darkly. "No one told you that your father is the devil?" his laugh became louder. "Don't you think that's rather cruel young Gabriel? You knew didn't you?"

My heart was racing in my head, and I could hardly find my breath as I turned to Gabe.

"Not exactly." He said through his teeth. "I knew the means by which she was conceived weren't normal." Gabe wouldn't look at me and I seemed to be shrinking by the second. "Her mother was no Virgin Mary either."

"It's…not-" the father began to shake. "It's not possible."

"It happened Priest." My…father said with a laugh, a look of triumph on his face.

"You don't have a body!" he yelled at him pointing his finger, his face turning red.

"I did." He answered. "For one…" he held up his finger. "ONE night! And she is the result of that!"

His finger jutted toward me as his voice echoed throughout the chapel.

I was shaking my head, but I didn't understand why. With everything that I had been going through the past few months, everything that was being revealed to be true, possible, this seemed utterly impossible. But maybe I just didn't want to believe it, because if my father was Satan…what did that make me?

"Now why'd you go and scare her Nick?" A young man had entered the chapel behind us. "That doesn't seem like a very fatherly thing to do."

Nick…I could…handle that.

Nick was suddenly in front of me, frowning, but serious. "I don't care if it scares her. Just as long as she knows whom she belongs to." He tilted his head at my expression. "Which it appears she does."

He moved away from me and my vision blurred as water flooded my eyes. My knees gave out from under me as tears began to fall down my face. "Anna." Gabriel said, sounding frantic as he caught me. "Anna, you're okay. Listen to me. You-are not-evil."

"Perhaps not." Nick said, farther away now. "But she isn't human either."

With that I sobbed even harder into Gabe's arms. 

“She has a purpose.” Gabe said, speaking to Nick. “She wasn’t just an accident.”

“And what purpose would that be?” the tone of his voice made me want to shudder.

“She is the key to defeat you, brother.” Gabe said gravely, his voice manifested.

“Is that so?”

In the next instant I found myself in the air, held up by the very man said to be my father, killing intent clear in his face.

“And WHAT POWER DOES SHE HAVE THAT I SHOULD FEAR?!”

My hands grasped at his arm trying to get him to loosen his grip on my neck. He squeezed tighter and my power was released.

I looked down at him, my eyes glowing.

He chuckled. “So, this is it, huh? Tell me, what do you See?!”

Everything. I thought to myself.

I could see his fanged teeth and clawed hands, the true strength waiting to burst in his arms, and his heartless chest.

His eyes showed me everything else. Black surrounding their fire-blue irises I saw everything and more. “Mom.” I mumbled.

The anger in his face broke for one second, and he dropped me. Jacob ran to my side and helped me up, Gabriel faced Nick.

“So, it was YOU?!” he screamed at all of us.

“I came back here because I was told someone was interfering: driving my followers away from their targets against the targets will. And I find that my own DAUGHTER is the one making it all possible?!” The room seemed to shake with his rage.

He turned on Gabriel. “Why would He sink so low? HUH?!”

No one answered him. He screamed and it sounded like the roar of some beast, suddenly plowing through a few pews, sending them flying to the wall, and then he was gone. 

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Sight-Gaelic Continued

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I laughed to myself making my way away from the club. I knew where Anna lived, and she more than likely went there. I turned the corner and caught my reflection in a window. I stopped. Since when had I had a reflection?

I had defied Lucifer.

A wide grin spread across my face and I touched my sandy hair.

"Oh hell yeah." I said checking out my body and clothes.

I still didn't have a body, but I had the illusion of one. There weren't many who reached this level, but I had achieved it by playing with the master.

Things just got way more exciting. I thought to myself as I continued onward.

 

I thanked Frank and got out of the cab quickly making my way to my apartment. The moment I shut my door my breath was knocked out of me. I could feel them in here. Gasping for a moment, I nearly crawled onto my bed.

Just wait it out. It'll only last for a few minutes.

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~Sight-Overwhelming Darkness would occur right after this. Though, reading it like it is with this would be a bit confusing since they do not sync perfectly. I wrote OD as the very first thing for this story which became the initial idea, I hadn't been so detailed in the story then. Still it'd be beneficial for the basics of the plot and what happens at this point.

An Essay About Paparazzi

This is an argumentative essay I wrote about the evils of paparazzi. As much as I support what I say, this is mainly an example of a different way in which I can write. My grade was wonderful and I was very pleased with myself.

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Katelyn

17 December 2009

Professor Mark Thompson

English 1010 First-Year Composition (CA1)

Essay 3

 

Paparazzi

When you hear the word "paparazzi," what is your immediate thought? A camera? A flash? My first few thoughts are loud voices, blinding lights, people running to get away, and to put it all in one word, chaos. Paparazzi are, by definition, freelance photographers that take candid pictures of celebrities for publication. They are a sinister group of people that are known for obtaining such photographs by any means possible, whether it is by harassment, endangering others, or causing fear.

If that seems like an extreme accusation to you, then I invite you to first take a look at the origin of the word "paparazzi." The word itself means "buzzing insects." Freelance photographers were taking pictures of the famous before they were called paparazzi in the 1960's. The term was first used in La Dolce Vita, "The Sweet Life," by Italian film-maker Federico Fellini. It came from a character in the film called Paparazzo. "'
Paparazzo suggests to me a buzzing insect, hovering, darting, stinging.'" Fellini said about his use of the name in the film (Celant). The character was based on photographer Tazio Secchiaroli who became famous after he captured embarrassing photos of three celebrities in one night, therefore changing the industry from taking promotional pictures to seeking candid shots (Valdes). After that, the name became widespread all over the world for the hunter photographers.

It is interesting to see the system of their profession. Robert Valdes writes an informative article for Discovery's company How Stuff Works. He explains how paparazzi each have their own network of people that keep tabs on celebrities and inform them of their whereabouts. These people sometimes include those that work with celebrities and are called informers. Valdes says how autographers are also used to corner a person of interest, giving the paparazzo an opportunity for a picture. Both the signature and the photos are sold for prices that can range from a hundreds to thousands of dollars depending on the amount of fame the celebrity possesses, the quality of the picture and so forth.

"By Any Means Necessary" (Valdes)

For the past nearly fifty years, paparazzi have been a natural part of "Hollywood" society. They are as expected as they are dreaded by most stars around the world. The paparazzi have a well known principle for their line of work: "Get a shot by any means necessary" (Valdes). "'There is just something weird about a human being whose livelihood, quote unquote, means living in the trees outside a celebrity's house.'" said publicist Ken Sunshine in an interview with "CNN Presents" regarding paparazzi for part of a documentary they were creating titled "Chasing Angelina: Paparazzi and Celebrity Obsession." Other than the use of stealth, many of these photographers have gone to absurd extremes in order to get a photo.

One of the most seen tactics used by the paparazzi is harassment. Harassment is to subject a person persistently and wrongfully to annoying, offensive, or troubling behavior, which is exactly what they do. They purposely try to provoke a public figure to react or certain way for a "good" photo or to give in to a signature. Jennifer Garner and her daughter had been followed by paparazzi a whole day in pursuit of a photograph in May of this year (Anything Hollywood). In 1998, Arnold Schwarzenegger's car was surrounded by photographers as him and his wife tried to pick up their child from school and could not safely move forward (KTLA.com). A video taken by paparazzi shows Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart being pushed in front of a diner while being repeatedly and obnoxiously asked for a signature and then chased into their hotel last month (Gossip Cop). Several people responded to this video saying things like: It's just wrong when anyone is being pushed for a signature. These are only a few examples of the ways celebrities are harassed by paparazzi every day.

Another tactic freelance photographers use that affects the most people at one time is vehicular pursuit. There have been a shocking number of incidents where several cars have chased one car that contained a public figure, ignoring all sorts of traffic laws in the process. In 2005, Nicole Kidman says how she was brought to tears from fear of getting into an accident while she was pursued by paparazzi that were running red lights and had jumped over a median in Australia (Reuters). Also, in the past few months Brad Pitt, Nicole Ritchie, Lindsay Lohan, LeAnn Rimes, and Brittany Spears were all rear-ended by photographers and most of them suffered minor injuries (Celebrity Health & Fitness). These incidents have generally been low on consequences, but there have been times where someone has paid the highest price. In 2008, a decade after the incident in question, it was concluded after a thorough and lengthy investigation that the death of Princess Dianna and her companion was caused by her driver driving recklessly in attempt to escape paparazzi which is considered to be a form of manslaughter (Jordan). A celebrity being rear-ended has been becoming a frighteningly frequent incident lately and there is always the risk of it turning into a horrible accident like with Princess Dianna. This behavior is unquestionably life threatening.

Am I In Danger?

With all of these things happening to stars every day that are obvious, there is an aspect that most people do not realize. John Mayer, in a testimony at a Paparazzi Task Force Meeting in 2008, brings this perspective into the light. He states: "A scenario: It's two o'clock in the morning and you're driving home from a friend's house. You notice there is a vehicle behind you that has no license plate and that has been following you for the last 15 minutes. The driver is so brazen that he or she has even taken to ignoring red lights just to stay behind you. As you begin to turn onto a small neighborhood street just blocks from where you live, you now realize this person has definite intentions of engaging you at your house. The question I ask you is: Are you in danger? The answer is YES. Not 'depends if you're on TV.' It doesn't matter what you do for a living, and it doesn't matter that there might turn out to be a digital camera on the passenger seat. You are IN danger. Danger is defined as the possibility of suffering harm or injury. And without knowing who is following you, you do not know why you are being followed, which brings about a very real possibility for suffering harm or injury." With this description, one cannot help but to be reminded of a serial killer or rapist following its prey. There is no way to make it sound any less horrible. The way in which these people work causes them to more than likely not tell you who they are, therefore making themselves a threat to a celebrity or anyone else that they are pursuing, but they believe they have a certain right to do it.

Right to Know

The paparazzo's first line of defense is nothing unfamiliar in this democratic country. Their battle cry is the freedom of press, speech, and we, as a people, have a "right to know." We have a right to know who these people are that we hold in high regards. This entitles them to pursue any subject of interest especially those that are legally deemed to be public figures. A public figure, according to How Stuff Works' Robert Valdes, is "[a] person who has achieved fame or notoriety or who has voluntarily become involved in a public controversy." Celebrities naturally fall under this category and as a result, are subject to the loophole in the law of right of privacy. This right is "[t]he right of a person and the person's property to be free from unwarranted public scrutiny
or exposure," but the loophole is that those that are public figures are subject to a lack of privacy to some degree, which gives the paparazzi the rights to do what they do (Valdes). It is legal at its base and as long as it's in a public place even if there are those who break other laws to gain what they are seeking, but not all do. "… it doesn't happen [paparazzi living in trees outside celebs' houses]. I have a thousand magazines in the next room. And if you can show me one picture that's been taken inside someone's house or of children playing inside their yard, it simply doesn't [happen]." says Frank Griffin, a freelance photographer and co-owner of a paparazzi agency, when speaking with CNN in the paparazzo's defense.

Other arguments they have made is that celebrities have subjected themselves to it and often accept it. Griffin stated: "…I've never had a situation where the talent gets upset. ... Instead of being aggressive or argumentative, you say, 'Look, I'm really sorry if I've upset you. My name is Frank. I'm part of what you do for a living and I'm really sorry.' And I think a lot of them accept it. ..." He goes on to talk about an encounter he had with Julia Roberts: "…I followed her one day and she stopped and she walked over to me and she said, 'I'm gonna go and pick my niece up.' This is a good few years ago. And I said, 'Look, I'll do a deal.' I said, 'Next time you're with Matthew you've got to do a picture for me and I'll leave you alone with your niece.' And she did, and I didn't. ..." Griffin also gives us one last thing to consider: "Let's face it. If a lot of the celebrities were given the choice earlier in their career when they're quite young and before they start out and they say, 'Look, here's a piece of paper. I'll give you a million dollars a week for your TV show. But it means that there's gonna be a photographer outside your house five days out of seven, possibly more if you're successful. If you're making $2 million a week, they're gonna be outside your door seven days a week.' So what would you rather do? Wouldn't you want to sign this form and take the $2 million a week and have the photographers? Or do you want to work in a bank for the rest of your life? And I know. Which would they do? I'm quite sure they'd accept that. That's not making excuses for what I do, but I think many of them would accept the limelight in return for their paycheck."

And?

As true as these statements are there is nothing backing them that makes them morally right. Yes, by law, we all have a "right to know," but since when has the private life of an actor, actress, or musician determined the fate of others' lives? I strongly feel that that right is strictly meant for governmental issues such as what the government is planning to do with our money or what kind of person is leading our country versus what kind of person is pretending to be someone else for our entertainment. There is nothing fair about how celebrities are subjected to having less rights of privacy than "ordinary people." To me it just represents the most extreme lack of respect for people that we actually hold in high regards. If they are a form of royalty in our society, why are we not treating them as such? Why are they being chased down like some rare breed of animals that we need to analyze by torture? Even if not all paparazzi go to extremes and break the law for a photo, there are some that do and that is enough to be dangerous to everyone. Celebrities should not have to accept this invasion as a part of their careers. They should not have to make deals with paparazzi to be left alone. As much as they might have known or expected it does not mean it should still be happening. "It's very easy to say 'Oh, who cares just deal with it. Why does it matter if you get a photo? You just live your life. Then that's just the way your life is, accept it.' But I mean…you can't live your life…there is no way that you can. If you have fifty cameras there, that's not living a life, that's posing for photographs." said Robert Pattinson, a current actor, recently in an interview with Entertainment Tonight.

Currently, there are laws in place that are attempting to solve the problem or control the issue. Fines may be issued to paparazzi that obtained a photo by invading a celebrity's right to privacy. Recently, Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger signed an amendment to that law that allows celebrities to sue companies that use photos that they know were obtained wrongly (KTLA.com). Despite these efforts, neither end is completely satisfied. Paparazzi want to pursue their careers and are continuing to break laws and celebrities often cannot go out in public without difficulty. My first concern is to give public figures a degree of peace and as much as I would like to see paparazzi practice abolished, I know that it is not completely fair or the best thing for everyone. I am proposing some options that could potentially work for both groups.

First and foremost is the issue of paparazzi breaking the law. Even though the ones that are doing this are being arrested and are given other consequences, it still seems to be happening. It appears that possibly the only way to get through to those individuals is by no longer allowing them to take photos of celebrities once they have violated the law, but since it is their livelihood something else can be done. They can be given a form of warning along with the other fines and or jail time they receive as a result of the crime. This warning could come in the form of a document that they would have the option to sign or agree to that if they break the law again then their license would be taken away. They would also be given options or help to start another career if it does come to that.

Another document could be formed to help with the other issues. Paparazzi would be allowed to pursue those that agree to it. Celebrities would be given the option to consent to being pursued by the paparazzi as long as it is legal and those that do not wish to can have ways of restricting the paparazzi, but not discontinuing them completely. This gives the paparazzi the choice of still taking photos of celebrities, but they would only be allowed a certain amount of photographs, a certain distance at which they could be near the person, or other such restrictions.

What seems to happen by our sort of awe with these celebrities is that we forget one crucial thing. They are people just like us. They just have different talents, different careers just like every single living person. That should not mean that they are subject to being chased anytime they go into a restaurant or department store. The paparazzi are completely out of control. Harassment or putting others in danger is not acceptable and something must be done.

And something is being done, but not by whom you would have expected. Fans of celebrities, the would-be consumers of paparazzi products, are taking a stand against this behavior. Pattinson Online, a Robert Pattinson fan-site that has been active for four years now, started a project July of this year. Project Fangirl Leaders Against Needless Stalking, or Project F.L.A.N.S. as it is more commonly called, had decided to encourage fans to take a stand after "…[becoming] increasingly dissatisfied with how the media AND the fans have treated Rob – this project is the culmination of years of frustration and desire to see the fans educated on how to protect Rob's safety and sanity!" (Project F.L.A.N.S.). Many other fan-sites have joined in on this project including a blog called Thinking of Rob. On the fourth of December this year an incident where Robert Pattinson was mercilessly followed and photographed by paparazzi regardless of clear signs that he wanted to be left alone, Thinking of Rob started a campaign against this sort of atrocity. The next day, together with Pattinson Online and Project F.L.A.N.S., they shouted out to fans to send in pictures of themselves with their hands in front of their faces as a sign of protest. The response was instantaneous. Within 48 hours they had received over 1,200 photographs from fans all over the world with comments of their retaliation against the paparazzi, which I was proud to personally be a part of and continue to support. They are still receiving photos and several videos have been made and they have gained over a hundred collaborating sites. The result was so immense that they needed to create an entire new site dedicated to this event. It is titled their shout: He Doesn't Want This. Neither Do We. Even though it took something happening to a favorite actor of this group, they mean it to apply to any and all celebrities, because no one deserves to be treated that way. This project continues in the hope that it will continue to gain support and eventually, if it has not already, get the paparazzi's attention and give them a hint on what the fans want to be done.

 
 

Works Cited

 

Anything Hollywood. "Jennifer Garner Says Daughter Violet Harassed by Paparazzi." Anything Hollywood. N.p., 13 May 2009. Web. 25 Oct. 2009. <http://anythinghollywood.com/‌2009/‌05/‌jennifer-garner-says-daughter-violet-harassed-by-paparazzi/>.

Celant, Germano. "The Shooting Begins: How it All Started." Paparazzi History. N.p., n.d. Web. 21 Oct. 2009. <http://iml.jou.ufl.edu/‌projects/‌Spring99/‌Johnson/‌page1.htm>.

Celebrity Health & Fitness, Admin. "Brad Pitt Motorcyle Wreck Latest in Celeb-Paparazzi Crashes (Video)." Celebrity Health & Fitness. N.p., 24 Oct. 2009. Web. 26 Oct. 2009. <http://www.celebrityhealthfitness.com/‌?page_id=532>.

CNN Access. "In Defense of Paparazzi." CNN.com. N.p., 13 May 2006. Web. 21 Oct. 2009. <http://www.cnn.com/‌2006/‌SHOWBIZ/‌Movies/‌05/‌09/‌griffin.access/‌index.html>.

- - -. "Why Paparazzi Are Wrong." CNN.com. N.p., 16 May 2006. Web. 21 Oct. 2009. <http://www.cnn.com/‌2006/‌SHOWBIZ/‌Movies/‌05/‌09/‌sunshine.access/‌index.html>.

ET. "Rob Pattinson on 'New Moon': I'm Afraid of Commitment Like Edward." ETonline.com. Entertainment Tonight, 9 Nov. 2009. Web. 9 Nov. 2009. <http://www.etonline.com/‌news/‌2009/‌11/‌80628/‌index.html>.

Jordan, Mary. "Paparazzi and Driver Found Negligent in Princess Diana's Death." The Washington Post. N.p., 8 Apr. 2008. Web. 26 Oct. 2009. <http://www.washingtonpost.com/‌wp-dyn/‌content/‌article/‌2008/‌04/‌07/‌AR2008040702743.html>.

KTLA. "Schwarzenneger Signs New Anit-Paparazzi Law." KTLA.com. N.p., 12 Oct. 2009. Web. 21 Oct. 2009. <http://www.ktla.com/‌news/‌landing/‌ktla-paparazzi-law,0,3679358.story>.

Mayer, John. "Testimony from John Mayer, Singer/‌Songwriter, at the July 31st." Ci.la.ca.us. N.p., n.d. Web. 21 Oct. 2009. <http://www.ci.la.ca.us/‌council/‌cd3/‌cd3press/‌cd3cd3press14254887_07312008.pdf>.

Pattinson Online. "Welcome!" Project F.L.A.N.S. Wordpress, 5 July 2009. Web. 14 Dec. 2009. <http://www.robert-pattinson.co.uk/‌project/‌2009/‌07/‌07/‌welcome/>.

Reuters. "Kidman Says Scared of Crash in Paparazzi Car Chase." Canada.com. N.p., 20 Nov. 2007. Web. 25 Oct. 2009. <http://www.canada.com/‌topics/‌entertainment/‌story.html?id=6180728f-0ae2-4b3b-bb54-0100a65c8b64>.

"Robert Pattinson & Kristen Stewart Have Dinner." Gossip Cop. N.p., 4 Oct. 2009. Web. 15 Oct. 2009. <http://www.gossipcop.magnify.net/‌video/‌Robert-Pattinson-Kristen-Stew-7>.

Thinking of Rob. "Paps: The Fans Fight Back "He Doesn't Want This, Neither Do We"." He Doesn't Want This. Neither Do We. Wordpress, 9 Dec. 2009. Web. 14 Dec. 2009. <http://hedoesntwantthis.wordpress.com/‌2009/‌12/‌09/‌paps-the-fans-fight-back-%e2%80%9che-doesn%e2%80%99t-want-this-neither-do-we%e2%80%9d/>.

Valdes, Robert. "How Paparazzi Work." Howstuffworks. Discovery, n.d. Web. 21 Oct. 2009. <http://entertainment.howstuffworks.com/‌paparazzi.htm/‌printable>.

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It would be my suggestion to try and not support the paparazzi's actions in any way, but not buying or reading the tabloids or non-legit magazines. Along with not visiting such gossip sights and the like. If you have a different opinion on this subject, I don't mean offend or impose an opinion, merely to inform. Thank you. 

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Sight-Gaelic

 This immediately follows Sight-Hell Hole. If you haven't read it first or the posts before it DO SO SILLY! :) Playlist

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I pulled my arm away from the stranger and he stared at me now in horror. I couldn't look away as the Temperos shifted around him as he breathed deeply.

GO! NOW! The voice said again, and I broke from the trance, shoving through the crowd and out the door as fast as I could.

I got out the door and close to my car when I suddenly went light headed. Had I just been Seeing?

I almost fell to my knees when I was caught.

"Chickidie?"

"Frank?!" I panted.

"You okay?" he sounded panicked.

"Yeah," I began to gain my footing and the air started to thicken again. "I'm just trying to get to my car. Lost my balance."

"No." Frank shook his head. "You aren't well. I'm taking you home."

"Frank, no-" I began, but he interrupted.

"I promised, Anna."

I shut up.

I still felt slightly panicked in the taxi as Frank drove me home. Had that man known my mother?

"Frank."

"Yes Chickidie?" He sang from the front.

"Did mom used to go there?" I looked out the window, not brave enough to watch his face.

He sighed. "Yes." His voice was solemn. "She worked there for a while. I'd take her home."

"I see."

 

Anna ran past me, having listened to my warning and then Lucifer's eyes turned on me. He went by Nick now, but to me that would be his name, and his alone. He said nothing as he began to shake with fury. The whites of his eyes turned black around his blue irises and he flew at me before I could even blink.

His hands wrapped around my neck and he threw me on my back into the floor. If I'd had a body, it would have broken.

"YOU." He seethed.

"Gaelic." I choked out, smiling despite my situation. I loved pushing his buttons. Well anyone's really, but he was the most fun.

"I SENT YOU TO CHECK ON AMY!" his grip tightened around my neck and it burned. "AND YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO THINK THAT HER BEING KNOCKED UP WAS IMPORTANT??!!"

"Wasn't-part of-the job description." I answered. 

"SHE LOOKS LIKE ME, YOU DUMBASS." He seethed.

"Does she?" my chuckle was muffled. "Poor thing."

 Lucifer roared and lifted me by my neck throwing me toward the door. "YOU EITHER FIND HER AND BRING HER BACK ALONG WITH HER MOTHER, OR I BETTER NOT SEE YOU AGAIN!"

I coughed and found my breath saluting his highness. "Yes sir." I called back.

I started to walk out the door through most of the humans that were making a fuss.

"Oh by the way!" I called and he turned back to me still fuming. "Amy's dead! She's been dead for a gooood while now!"

Then I ran out the door. Just in time too, a moment later, a table crashed through the window. 
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I put the car in park and turned off the headlights, sitting back and looking to my companions. Jacob looked about as wary and curious as I felt and Gabriel sat in the back seat with his arms folded, his face in a deep scowl.

"Is it bad?" I asked him carefully.

He nodded.

I looked at the entrance in front of us that lead into a club on the far side of Modesto. The Styx.

The doorman stood by casually, his arms folded not a care in the world. I didn't think there would be a problem.

We can do this. I thought to myself.

Jake unhooked his seat belt on got out of the car.

"Let's go." He said before closing it.

I looked at my hands still gripping the steering wheel. If Jake was ready, then he was ready to protect me. It would be fine.

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself out of the car, slamming the door shut before I could change my mind.

"Come on Gabe."

Gabriel sat another moment, his frown deepening, then he hurried out of the car and next to my side.

"S-" he closed his eyes, shook his head, and put his arm around my waist. "Just stay close to me."

"Got it." I nodded, folding my arms around myself. Gabe's fear was unsettling.

Jacob eyed Gabe's arm around me a moment then went to my other side and rubbed my arm a moment before heading forward in front of us.

The doorman grinned at us suspiciously as we came closer. The tattoos on his face starting to show the first signs of real age just as they did over the rest of his body.

"Have fun kids." He chuckled as we passed, making no move to stop us.

I knew I looked at him with a completely shocked expression, which just made him laugh louder. Gabriel guided me forward.

The haze we were immediately met with disoriented me, as did the nearly putrid smell of drugs and everything else.

I understood why we got such a strong feeling from this place. It was clearly a Temperos buffet.

Was this place too dangerous to go for all at once?

Hopefully we'd know soon. We made our way through the middle of the crowd, Gabriel and Jacob worked together keeping me from getting pushed around.

A live band was playing at the very back of the club and most were dancing to it in some way. They were playing mostly covers and I was surprised at how many were familiar to me.

I checked on Gabe. He was still frowning, but wasn't as tense as before.

"What are they doing?" I whispered into his ear.

"They're pretty preoccupied with their own…tasks." He whispered back.

I thought a moment. "How many advanced ones?"

"Too many."

That wasn't comforting.

I grabbed Jake's hand in front of me and pulled him close so he could hear me. "We can't do it all at once."

He frowned. "Why not?"

"Gabe says there's way too many, I don't want to risk it, not yet." I didn't want anything to happen to him if it was too much. We didn't know if he was strong enough yet for something like that.

"I'm going to go around and get a feel for things, then I'll get back to you." Jake said pulling away quickly, but not before dropping a kiss on my head.

"Okay, be careful!" I had to call to him before he disappeared.

I looked to Gabriel to see if he'd caught what we said. He nodded.

We came upon a far side of the club in front of the wide bar. Gabe sat on a stool with a sigh keeping one hand on my waist, rubbing his face with the other.

I came closer to him, putting my forehead on his. "Hey, it'll be fine." I smiled softly.

He threw a fake smile back at me, but said nothing else.

I turned around and tried to watch the crowd, but everything was much too hazy, it was starting to give me a headache, so I closed my eyes and felt everything instead.

The atmosphere was thick, but it was fluid at the same time. Moving around and molding with all of the physical substances. A song reached my ears that I recognized and the music started to fill me. I couldn't help but begin to move with it. It entranced and captivated me and I just let my body fill with its motion. My muscles began to unclench and relax and it felt amazing. Things grazed my side, waist, or back every now and then, but I didn't care, it was more than likely just Gabriel staying close to me like he said he would.

To my regret, the song ended and a slower one started. I still didn't open my eyes and continued to move to that one as well.

An arm wrapped around my waist and I smiled glad that Gabriel loosened up and came to dance with me. I opened my eyes to smile at him and stopped. It wasn't Gabriel.

The man holding me had a prominent jaw with a shadow and sculpted nose, a satisfied smile on his face. He was built just as thickly as Gabriel, but was more awkwardly held together. His hair hung slightly over his face a color and tone much similar to mine, though lacking the bit of darkness that I inherited from my mother.

His smile didn't waver as I pulled away from him. I looked around finding that I was completely surrounded by people and neither Jacob nor Gabriel was anywhere to be seen.

"Lose someone, angel?"

"Yeah, I…" I tried to look over the mass of heads. Where had they gone?

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you." I looked back at the stranger, his vibrant blue eyes smoldering me.

Before I could comment, the band started another song that froze me. My mother's voice entered my mind singing me to sleep.

The words started to fall off of my lips. I knew it by heart.

"You know this song?" he asked.

I didn't look at him.

"Yeah, my uh…mother used to sing it to me. She loved it." I mumbled.

"Your mother?" he pressed. "This song is only played in my club…ever. How would she know it?"

I looked at him as he started to sound upset. I frowned. "I don't know."

"Who is she?"

Was. I thought, unable to stop myself. "Grace," I said, "Amy Grace."

His eyes widened and a thick fog started to form around him it became blacker with each second.

"Your…mother." He said through clenched teeth.

"Yes." I nodded warily. What was wrong with this guy?

He grabbed my wrist. "Are you sure?"

"What?" his eyes held me in place, raging.

"Are you sure she is your mother?!" his voice rose alarmingly and his grip tightened.

Before I could respond the air around him seemed to explode and Temperos surrounded him in such a thickness that I could hardly tell a single one apart.

Along with my eyes being pervaded, so did my ears with too many voices all hissing. Amy Amy. She said Amy. The Amy? It's not possible. How could- Amy Amy.

Then one stood out from all of the rest and it spoke to me alone.

Anna. Run. 
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I couldn't let this go on anymore.

I ran up to the two of them, pulling the father away from Nick.

"Leave me be child!" he protested.

I didn't stop or comment.

"He has gained control of your mind!" he turned on me now. Putting his hands around my neck.

"Free this child from…" he began to chant. I just looked at him. It did nothing to me as it had done to Nick.

The father stopped mid sentence and stared at me, there was some realization in his eyes. He knew there was nothing wrong with me.

Without a word, the father dropped his hands, then ran out of sight.

I turned to Nick panting on the ground, seething profanities through his teeth when he could.

The closer I got the more blood seemed to appear everywhere. Nick was covered in it, but especially on his chest.

He was trying to stand and I bent down, reaching out to help him.

He swatted my hand away with enough force to send me reeling back a few steps. He managed to get on his feet, but a second later stumbled, falling toward the ground again. I managed to catch him and he fell against me, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"Don't fight me." I whispered.

My apartment was much closer than The Styx was from here, so that's where I took him.

It was late enough that no one was in the lobby, though it was odd that Stan wasn't either. A moan escaped Nick's lips and I hurried to the elevator.

Once in the apartment I knew that I couldn't adequately attend him on the couch. I drug him to the bedroom, finally feeling the weight of him after all this time.

After a few minutes, Nick was on his back, his destroyed shirt was gone and his chest was just as shredded. It was only now that I realized I had no idea how to help him.

His breath was becoming shallower, the color draining from his face, and the blood didn't stop.

He was dying. Somehow I knew it even though it didn't make sense. He had no body to injure, to die in, yet I was still struck with fear for his life.

I…didn't want him to die. The thought of him ceasing to exist was almost unfathomable. I wasn't sure if the world would be thrown into chaos, its balance lost, or if peace would reign, but that didn't seem to matter.

With no other clear choice in front of me, I fell to my knees. My head hit the mattress my hands clasped together and I began to pray.

No matter how much I prayed, there was something more to say, something else poured out of my mouth nearly silently as I pleaded with God for his Forsaken Son's life.

"You…You are…a pitiful…sight…to behold." I looked up to see Nick his head turned toward me kneeling next to him. His eyes burning.

Nick's voice had sounded strange, I guessed he'd had some damage to his lungs.

He continued to wheeze. "What the fuck did you think…praying for me was going to do, huh?"

I stood, ignoring him, and went to the closet in the hall, grabbing a few soft towels.

I set them on the bed as he sat himself up. "You really aren't as smart as you look." He called me some name in Spanish that I didn't understand, his voice clearer now.

I went to the kitchen and got a large bowl and filled it with warm water as he yelled from the room, "He would never help me. Oh no, I'm not the favorite."

I carried the bowl back to the room and set it on the floor. I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to get him on his back once again.

"Stop!" he fused. "What the hell are you doing? You're only going to make it worse!"

I put my hand over his mouth, looking him in the eyes. "Nick, shut up and lay down."

His expression fell, the anger gone, shock in his place, and then he obeyed.

"Thank you." I said, kneeling again.

I took the towels and put them in the warm water, then I put them to his chest, wiping off the blood as gently as I could.

He hissed, but didn't complain.

A few minutes later he spoke up again. "Why are you helping me?" he wasn't angry or accusing, but humbly curious. I stared at him a moment almost not recognizing his voice, never having heard it used that way.

Nick's eyes were bright and swimming with something I hadn't seen before. I looked away quickly.

"I don't think He'd damn me for showing a bit of kindness, even to you." I answered.

"You'd be surprised." He muttered, laying his head back, closing his eyes, a look of sadness on his face. "It won't do any good, anyway."

"You aren't going to die." I said sternly.

"If He wants me dead, which I know He does, I will be one way or another."

I shook my head, the pity building inside. "No matter what you've done, I doubt he wants to kill you."

Despite his state, his hand flashed out and grabbed my wrist harshly. "You don't get it, you stupid girl! I AM the evil in this world. I AM sin!"

He released my arm and sat back again. "And that…" he looked away solemnly, "is unforgivable."

"You're wrong." I said quietly.

Nick laughed. It was harsh and stinging, but I continued.

"You are angry, jealous, and just plain spiteful."

He was about to interrupt when I spoke over him, my voice rising.

"You're just angry because daddy didn't like your idea! Which wasn't the best idea, but I believe your intentions were good. At least at first."

I squeezed the towel in my hands and the bloodied water seeped through my fingers.

"But you just-had to throw a tantrum and mess up everything."

I looked up at him, he seemed shocked though his eyes were frowning. "But if you would just let go of these thousands of years of pent up anger, you could-"

I was stopped by Nick's hand over my mouth. He sat up slowly, putting his arm around my waist and searching my eyes.

"Shut-up." He whispered, then moved his hand to the side of my face and brought my lips to his.

It was quick, barely more than a peck, soft and hardly there. Yet it was still more there than his harshest kiss. He pulled back and hesitated, waiting for me to respond, to give permission.

I was frozen in place, not sure what to do or what I was feeling. Nick took my hand and put it to his chest and a heart beat under my hand beneath warm skin.

I looked to see that the blood was gone as was the wound, all that remained was a shining scar.

"Thank you."

I almost didn't hear it and I wasn't sure he had intended me to.

I brought my face back up with his though I couldn't bring myself to look anywhere other than his lips.

"You're welcome." I whispered, then with a breath I kissed him back.

It was timid at first, but slowly built as did the fire inside me. He was real in my hands, his fingers hot against my skin and I knew I was giving in, but it seemed right.

 

The next morning came as I knew it would. My apartment was cold and I was alone.

Nick was gone. The game was over and he had won.

Still, I didn't regret what I had done.

 

I walked into the church, it was nearly evening, the perfect hour with the sun pouring into the North-Eastern windows creating soft cascading pillars of light glowing about the pews. I sighed and breathed it all in.

"Miss Grace!"

Father Eric came swiftly toward me. "What are you doing? Sit down." He helped me into a pew and sat next to me. "You weren't here at your usual time, I thought you were not feeling well enough to come."

"Oh no." I said. "I had a doctor's appointment this morning."

"Oh, that's all?" the father smiled softly at me. "How's the baby?"

"Fine." I answered, automatically rubbing my stomach. "Three more months to go."

"That's wonderful."

 

Nick would never know it, but I was happy. I carried no guilt and I did not despise him for causing me to fall. Though, maybe I had not fallen at all. Something about it had felt like the right decision. Regardless, sometimes the good must lose before it can win.