The Bodyguard - Chapter 1
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Chapter: 1
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Taylor / Blade
Authors Notes: Hi guys
we're very excited to release the first Chapter of our new Story "The Bodyguard"
It's important to read the Prologue at first, so in case you haven't read it yet, you can find it here:
http://teamzaylor.livejournal.com/2
Our story will have a few additional characters, but no worries the main plot will turn around Zaylor! ;-)
The first additional character is Santiago (Dave Grohl) you already know him from the Prologue.
and in this Chapter you will meet another new additional character, Skye (Jaco van den Hoven)
Enough ramblings for now ;) Here's Chapter 1:
back to Prologue next Chapter 2
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"Showtime in thirty minutes Taylor!" Skye came in with a few papers in his hand, interrupting my wallow in self-pity.
I gave him a short nod; it was hard to understand each other because of the loud noise from screaming fans outside, because of the backstage door being open. Probably realizing the noise at the background, he closed the door before he came over to me. I was glad about it. Skye was used to my steady habit that I always needed a few quiet minutes before I began my shows.
"We need to talk Taylor, it is important..." he said after hesitating for a moment when he saw me writing in my journal. I appreciated his discretion, that's probably a reason why I knew I could trust him so I closed my book and turned my attention to him. I have a diary but in public I call it a journal so I feel better about it.
However, if Skye came to interrupt me, it has to be something important.
He laid the papers on the table in front of me.
"These letters just arrived," he informed me, pointing on the white paper with his index finger.
I took one of them and read the big scrawled letters in different colors.
Dear Taylor,
Only a few more weeks until we will meet…
Your Twink Twink
Another one with similar smeared letters said:
Dear Tay,
I know that you were made for me and I was made for you.
You are mine, only mine…..
Counting the days until your Twink Twink finds you….
I swallowed. Apparently this was the shady side of fame. But I tried to stay positive.
"Taylor, these letters are extremely alarming. They are reason to act accordingly!"
"I don't know Skye, they don't sound dangerous to me. Besides, every famous star receives stuff like that. Someone with a name Twink Twink can't be that dangerous."
He rolled his blue eyes, clearly not delighted with my reaction and chewed unsatisfied on his bubblegum. His expression and voice became more serious.
"These letters were not the first ones Taylor, I'm honestly worrying about your security. You should hire a bodyguard before things get worse and something dangerous happen."
I tried to calm down and closed my eyes, being confronted with upsetting news directly before my performance made it difficult for me to convert myself in a concentrated mood.
"What do you think I should do? Hire a bodyguard?"
He sat down next to me, laid cucumber slices above my eyes and began to file my nails. He was also my stylist by the way.
"That would be the best thing you could do Taylor. You don't even have self-defense skills, Babe. You really need someone to protect you."
I pouted my lips because of his sayings, but I knew his intentions were good.
"What about your boyfriend? Can he work for me?"
"Eagle Eye?" he laughed, "no Taylor, he's busy, but he has a contact person who can put you in contact with somebody."
I sighed. I didn't know if his ominous cop friends were the right escort for me but I guess I didn't have a choice.
I wouldn't voice it out but those creepy threatening letters already caused nightmares and I felt like there’s not much more I could handle so I gave in.
"Okay, Skye. How quick can you get someone?"
"Let me make a few calls and we will see."
His voice sounded relieved. I guess there’s nothing else to be done.
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BLADE:
I felt tired and restless. My last customer asked me to dance for him on the pole of his bed before I fucked him. Hard. So it wasn’t that bad, actually. I gave him what he paid for. But besides to that particular customer, nothing special happened tonight, maybe that's the reason why I’m feeling restless because of it all. The nagging feeling inside of me that kept on warning me to stop over and over again.
But I couldn’t.
This is the life I prefer. No direction, no goal, or anything and no other people to care about. I was used to being alone. Having a dog was enough, at least one reason for me to go home to my shabby apartment every night.
Even though I made a decent amount of money every day, I put no value on luxury.
I picked my leather jacket up, fixed the annoying pieces of my hair into a ponytail and put my sunglasses on. I was on another late night walk to Santiago’s bar. Bandito’s already waiting for me, not too patiently for sure.
While I walked past a bar’s parking lot, I was immediately surrounded by the roaring of loud ghetto music again. It seemed to be a normal night, hearing loud music here and there, playing with random chick’s asses to get turned on for my customers, and walking to Santiago’s bar to receive another blessing of his short preaches besides the more useful reason of my visit... and then the night would soon be over.
He had lots of installments by the way, which came from his good connections...
Besides to my job, nothing much was happening in my life, but that's the way I liked it.
In my past, I had experienced enough 'excitement' to name it positive for the rest of my life. And I was tired of it.
The advantage in my current job is that emotions are superfluous, even inappropriate.
Earn to eat and get some booger sugar counted to my almost daily routine of life.
Nothing could be more satisfying.
I kicked against a stone with the tip of my shoe and watched it rolled from the sidewalk to the middle of the street. I shoved my hands in the trouser pockets of my jeans as I turned to the corner.
Suddenly, an angry voice behind me caused me to stop.
“You fucking piss taker!” A thud followed by a weak squeal.
I felt the hair at the back of my neck stand up. The feeling was too familiar to ignore.
Somebody was just given a blow and I sensed it wasn't a fair one. I looked around and there they were. Three men were looming around a guy who was slumped on the ground beside the hood of an adjacent car. He was covering his face with one arm, panicky expecting another blow from one of the faceless gangster surrounding him.
It was dark at that corner, the dim light coming from the street light wasn't enough for me to recognize the faces of the assailants. I could only guess that their victim must be at my age.
A moment later I smelled the scent of violence in the air. Crime happened in this skid row every day... It was nothing new to me seeing one. The countless number of people injured right before my eyes were probably impossible to - counted, but it didn’t mean that I’m numb to it. I'm used to the darkness and cruelty in my life but it doesn't mean that I'd drag other people with me. For strangers, my life might sound like a heartless clusterfuck, but there’s one thing that’s left in me, and that’s my instinct that I hated seeing people being beaten down helplessly.
I didn’t want to see innocence being taken away by just a common activity which a criminal planned out because of money. There were too many ruthless people around, lots of criminals ready to overcome a weakling, and I couldn’t bear to see more of them.
I just couldn't.
I held my hands in tight fists. It wasn’t as if I wanted to be a hero or anything, but I was sick of those human scum's, that's why I just couldn’t stop myself from walking towards the little commotion. I tried to relax my nerves, because anger would only interfere with my tactics. Furthermore, I didn’t want to hurt someone, I only wanted them to go away and leave the helpless guy alone. If they'd listen, the issue would be settled. But if they wouldn’t... then, that’s my cue.
“Hey, hey, hey. What’s the matter?” Motherfuckers? I added the last word to myself.
“Who the fuck are you?” The tallest guy in the group disparagingly asked. He arched his back to show me how broad his chest was. I almost cringed, lots of boastful assholes walk around the city, I could tell.
“Well, just some random guy who happened to see you beating up a helpless guy.” I couldn’t help bantering as I shrugged off my shoulders. I looked closely at the small frame of the boy still slumped pitifully on the ground. He was dressed nicely, probably the reason why he got mugged.
He just glanced up to me, pleading with his weakly blue eyes in which I could read his scared expression. Compared to these fucktwats, he had no chance to win. Whatever they needed from him, they’d get it in a heart bit. He looked so weak...
“Just some random guy, huh? You also yearn for some beating beside this pushover, cocklump?” Mr. arched back yelled at me.
“Oh really? I’m scared.” I responded before my fist hit the tip of his nose. Reacting fast was my only advantage against this ruthless gorilla.
I lunged forward to kick his stomach. His proud composure was gone now, he sat on the ground cringing and coughing. My body’s ready for anything tonight, it’s just chickenshit compared to what I’ve done earlier. It’s a pleasure actually.
I turned around, one down and two to go. One versus two. Possibly three if the tallest guy was foolish enough to stand up again. He hadn't expected my punch, but I expected his dirty brothers to return one.
I watched them exchanged glances, both of them had good frames. One of them was the same height as me, and the other one was a little taller. Their faces were determined to strike, so I readied myself for their attack. In fights like this, it's either you are alert just like the usual Blade, or you lose and get hurt or worse you die. It's always a game of luck. Be aware of the possibility to get hurt or killed. To risk your own life when you have to.
It's better to clear that out in your mind before you begin a fight.
The first guy on a red shirt moved to my side carefully, as if I couldn’t see him. I smirked; this was gonna be fun for sure. It's time for them to feel what it's like.
I removed my sunglasses and pushed it inside the pocket of my jacket as I watched the idiot next to me in the corner of my eye and the taller guy in my front. He yanked something out of the back pocket of his jeans, a knife. He licked it from base to tip while smiling towards me sardonically.
As if in slow motion, he launched forward aiming his knife at my stomach, I moved to my side quickly and pounded his head on the hood of the car. He was immediately knocked down. It wasn’t over though, coz I felt filthy arms encircled my body to steady me.
“Hey white boy, you think you can beat us, huh?” The guy with the red shirt piped up in his stinky breath. I saw the tallest guy getting up to help his brothers. He spat on the street, looked down and picked up the knife from the ground then turned to me smiling widely.
“Oh god…” I flashed a quick glance to the small guy sprawled clumsily onto the ground. There was panic in his voice. The poor victim looked shit scared so I grinned at him before I held my neck rigidly, tilted my head forward and then slammed my head back into the front of his head... Because he was holding me tightly, I wasn’t able to do it with a strong momentum. But I knew it was enough for my opponent to flinch.
“Urgh! You damn fool!”
I had no time to answer, it happened in a rush, my second opponent attacked again. His knife reflected the light coming from the street lamp. I heard how their victim cried out again, while I took the mugger’s arm twisting it. Speed is very important in any fight, you shouldn't wait for your opponent to regain strength if you want to win. So I elbowed his neck, crushed his windpipe and left him coughing up his blood. I turned around ready to hit my third enemy.
“Stop! Please don’t hurt me!” The guy with the red shirt pleaded. The idiot even knew how to say please apparently.
As soon as it began, it was over. The three of them looked at me wide eyed and distraught before they ran away.
Moving my head from side to side, I grabbed my sunglasses, put them on before I turned around and extended my hand to the speechless young man still sitting on the side of the street, his mouth wide opened and eyes staring at me in disbelief. He looked shattered still, his red cheeks and blue eyes seemed to remind me of someone I couldn’t remember. He looked familiar, but I was pretty sure that this was the first time I saw him.
“Get up, dude. He just punched you in the cheek right?”
He touched the back of his hand to his cheek as if to feel if it hurts. “Oh god.” He breathed before reaching my hand. I pulled him up easily, damn he seemed weightless!
I only noticed how well he was dressed in the moments afterwards, as I looked at him from head to toe while he was standing in front of me. He was tall, but very thin; his bone structure was almost womanly. His pronounced cheekbones only increased his girly look. He’s a good looking guy, but somehow he looked like a girl to me. His shoulder length hair didn’t help to make him manly.
He chewed his chewing gum awkwardly before speaking. “Thank you so much!” He clasped his hands together and looked at me straight in the eye. His icy blue eyes really reminded me of someone I couldn’t remember.
I narrowed my eyes and tried to figure out who’s that person was.
I was occupied thinking about the familiarity of his face when I heard him spoke again. “Tell me, how can I return the help that you’ve given me? Gosh, I really, really appreciate that you saved me from those guys. Not everyone would do that. And thank God you happened to walk here, coz if you didn’t; I don’t know what could have happened to me. God, those gangsters stink. Did you smell them? And damn, my cheek hurts.” He said all those words without any pause or breath. I raised my eyebrow, just earlier; he looked like a little rat caught in a trap and now he was so bubbly. His voice would probably be stuck in my head for a week. He talked too fast! My usual society didn't talk much.
Still unaware of my glare, he continued. “Uhm, are you hurt? Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Do you need anything? Tell me, were they able to hit you? Where?” His hands started touching my chest then as if it was not enough, he walked to my back and searched there and continued asking for any injury. I breathed in and breathed out. If only I knew what type of a person he was, I would have not walk over here and there’s a possibility that I would have just let him be raped or kidnapped by those thugs. I looked up and scratched the back of my neck.
After several seconds of inspecting my back, while also talking non-stop, he moved around to face me again.
“Tell me if there’s anything that I can do. If you want me to bring you somewhere like to a hospital, if you want your head to be scanned or something like that just….”
“I’m fine.” I cut him off, adjusting my jacket.
“You see, if there’s someone who needs aid, it’s you.” I smirked at him.
“Y-yeah, I guess so.” He replied touching his cheek gently with a frown.
“So, you’re good man?” I asked trying to sound concerned. I tilted my head to the side and studied his face. He was still touching his cheek.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Good, coz I gotta go. Go through the business district, stay away from the gangs downtown.” I patted his other sound cheek like he was a puppy and then turned around to leave.
“Wait!”
I sighed before I turned around to face him. I just raised my eyebrows, bit the corner of my lower lip and looked at him.
“I didn’t ask your name.” He swallowed before he continued. “And before those bad guys harassed me, I was about to go to a coffee shop. It’s kind of my routine before I go home, to go to my favorite coffee shop. If it’s not too much for me to ask, is it ok if you accompany me?” He looked uncertain while shifting from one foot to the other.
I rubbed the back of my neck while I stared at him. He still looked pretty shocked and probably needed some company. But what the fuck? Bandito's already waiting for me. And I should not bother myself about him, I saved him from the bad guys and that was more than he could ask for. I was about to say something for an excuse when he beat me to it.
“Please don’t say no. Just consider this my way of saying thank you. Besides, I still feel afraid to drive alone. Probably having coffee will relax my nerves. I’ll be thankful to you forever if you’d accompany me in this rough neighborhood I will drive you back to wherever you want to go. Having coffee with me won’t take long, I promise.” He seemed to talk forever, so just to get it over with, I agreed. I answered him with a short ok, that made him squeal like a fan girl. I rolled my eyes before I sat down in the passenger’s seat of his luxury car.
“So, what’s your name?” I was just starting to feel comfortable sitting on the leathered seat of his car when he began talking again.
“I'm Blade, that's all you need to know.” I replied nonchalantly to cut out any chance of getting more questions.
“Nice name, it suits you.”
That caused me to smirk.
“Is that coffee shop near? I don’t have time for a chit chat." I was already beginning to regret my decision of come with him. Talkative people annoyed me in a lot of ways.
“Yeah, actually, we’re already here.” He parked his car in a classy coffee shop probably just a few blocks away. I couldn’t remember the last time I set a foot in a place like that. Before, whenever I get the chance to experience luxury, it was because I was on a mission. Mostly, my missions meant working under cover. The act was necessary for the opponents to hold the belief that there’s no danger, even when they've been talking face to face with their assailant all along.
I gritted my teeth when I realized what I was thinking of. I cocked my head to the side trying to think of something else as we walked through the door of the coffee shop, and the attentive sexy waitress who opened it for us was enough for a moment of distraction.
We were having a late night coffee so there weren’t many customers inside. He let a waiter usher us to a table at the corner beside the glass wall. The staff seemed to recognize him the moment we entered the coffee shop, the waiter politely gave us the menu before he left.
“So, just order whatever you want, Blade. It’s on me.” He winked at me cockily and grandiloquently; he put his pointer finger on his lips and glanced at the menu.
I looked at it but nothing really caught my attention. All I wanted was for it to be over and pissing off; I already began to question myself what the fuck am I doing here at all while my weekly ration of pleasure awaited for me only a few blocks from here.
I didn't even like fucking coffee. So I just searched on the list of coffee with alcohol. He ordered a Vanilla Latte and I picked a Mexicano Café in hope it would make me awake again.
“By the way, my name is Skye.”
I flinched at the sound of his voice, not that it was scary, but because I didn’t expect him to speak again that soon. The waiter was just a few feet away after he left us to get our orders. For the second time, I rolled my eyes. He couldn’t see my eyes, anyway. I leaned my elbow on the table and studied him inconspicuously.
Cautiously, his hands felt his face while his eyes where wide. “Oh. My. God. I have a bruise!?”
He looked ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. I couldn’t help myself from grinning. It's as if my mouth corners have a mind of their own.
“Naturally, you’ll get one, you were hit.” I tried to hide the sarcasm in my voice but failed.
He didn’t mind the tone of my voice, though. He just covered his face with his hands. “Is it possible to cover it with make-up? Oh shit, shit! If only I could beat those guys, I would look for them and make them pay for it. Gosh, this is the first time ever in my entire life that someone has hit me. I mean, god, who would want to hit me?”
I crossed my arms on my chest just to have a reason to have extra distance between us. He still kept on talking, as in non stop! I can’t believe this is happening to me to be honest. Was this God’s way of punishing me? In that case I would lose my last ray of faith.
“Do I look like someone who is most likely to get a punch?” He extended his hands in front of him waving them to me.
“Yeah.” I answered sharply.
And that made him stopped talking. He just glared at me as if I just said the most unbelievable thing in the world.
Good thing our order arrived, at least his attention was diverted to it.
I was peacefully stirring my coffee when he began to bubble again. Memo to myself: Give a wide berth around talkative strangers next time.
“Why you’re so quiet? You know what, in just one look, I know that you’re a good guy. I invited you to have coffee with me not just because I wanted to thank you, but because it seems like you can be trusted.” He stated before taking a sip of his lardy-dah coffee drink.
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just grinned and my mouth answered him a short ‘thank you’ while my mind said ‘fuck you’ as I continued staring at my own cup.
A good guy? Apparently he was more naive than I expected. He must be living in a completely different world. If I looked like a good guy, then there wouldn’t be any bad guys anymore.
Eager to end the conversation, I drank all the contents of my cup in just one gulp. He stared at me in amazement smiling. “You know what, I like you.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. Are we negotiating about a price now? Sure I was used to guys flirting with me and I equally knew how to react and flirt back, but that was during my working hours. And my working time for tonight was over. I was looking forward to have peace and relaxation after work actually, but it seemed that fate hated me hard core tonight. Instead of giving me a quiet, peaceful, and restful night, it let me encounter three dickwads, and on top of that, I had to deal with this guy who seemed to be flirting with me. Was this my apparent reward. Oh come on, maybe tomorrow, I’d be willing for anything; I had enough sexual and physical activities for today. I was too tired; my cock wouldn't be able to perform another function anymore tonight. Besides, he didn’t know my job, did he?
“No, no, no! It doesn’t mean, I like you, like, I like you. But what I mean is that you just seem so different, yet I find you trustworthy, and I don’t know. There are just some people that we have good feelings right? Not always romantically. Gosh, this is embarrassing, no. I didn’t mean that, ok?” He blushed, then looked away and continued sipping on his coffee.
I released a sigh after hearing that, well, at least he made his statements clear. I was relieved. The last prices of which I was ready to negotiate for tonight were not about offering my body.
“How did you learn that? I mean, you’re really good in self defense. Are you a police or black belter, or a ninja?” He said with a soft laugh.
Since I got nothing else to do while waiting for him to finish his coffee, I decided to answer his questions and break down barriers to be friendly.
“I was an agent before... I had a special training in the army, and then the government pulled us from training for some secret missions. So yeah, I know a little bit of self-defense.” I glanced upwards to see if he was finished with his coffee.
“Wow! That’s so cool! So you’re working for the government right now? I’m so lucky that you happened to walk pass that street when those stinky morons harassed me.” He exlaimed astonished.
I refused to answer his question, so I just nodded to give him my approval, or empathy or whatever. I looked impatiently on my cell to check the time which only improved my slightly bad mood.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for taking so much of your time, Blade.” He said with a smile, he raised his hand to ask for the check. As we waited, he still kept on talking about how grateful he was that I helped him. I just nodded my head repeatedly. I was too tired to think coherently of the right responses to him. When at last he was done paying the bill, he finally lifted himself from his seat, and with a deep relieving sigh, I followed him to his car.
I gave him the direction to Santiago’s bar. It wasn’t too far, so even though my eyes were heavy, I stayed awake.
“Thanks again for your help and company Blade," he said and extended his hand to me like he expected a handkiss.
"Yeah this was a blast," I answered lazily instead. Was there more to come? I side-eyed him suspiciously.
"It was really nice to meet you and I'll not forget how you saved me, Blade. It takes a lot of courage to fight against such brutes." He breathed in a soft voice and stroked a long strand of hair behind his ear, probably to cover the awkward moment when I didn't took his extended hand. Hell, I did more than enough for him. He could give me a blow job next time if it makes him happy.
"I had the time of my life." I groaned sarcastically and opened his car door.
“Wait!” He pushed a card in the palm of my hand. Hard core hate fate was going from bad to worse.
Would this night never end?
“That’s my calling card. If there’s anything, as in anything that you need, just tell me, ok?”
“Sure. This was a blast.” Couldn't he go to a talkshow and bore someone else to death?
Too tired to argue, I just gave him a lazy grin before I stepped out of his car.
I saw him waved at me once more, his lips saying ‘bye Blade’ before his car went off. Finally. I looked down into the little card in my hand.
“Skye Lafeye.” I read aloud. My eyes were fixed on the blue print of his name. It sounded familiar too.
Warf! Warf! Bandito ran wiggling his tail towards me. Absentmindedly, I crumpled the card and threw it on the trash bin before walking inside the bar with Bandito.
Out of mind out of sight.
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Date: 2013-03-14 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-14 06:07 pm (UTC)Heartbroken Taylor in a loveless marriage, realising he's gay, only having his manager to turn to. Then Blade rescuing Skye - he was so nonchalant about the whole thing!
Intrigued as to how Blade went from bring an agent to a male prostitute...
Hoping this plays out the way it's looking it will although I've no doubt you ladies have have some surprises planned! :D
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Date: 2013-03-15 04:30 am (UTC)As for Taylor, I'd love to hear more of his backstory. And Blade's... I'm not sure which one of them sounds more interesting, but I think Blade may win...
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Date: 2013-03-16 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-16 02:01 pm (UTC)I'm so glad Blade decided to help Skye from those idiots!
I'm loving this story very much! I can't wait to read chapter 2. More please :)
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Date: 2013-03-19 02:44 am (UTC)And honestly we also don't like to write about kids and family drama, so I'm curious what you will think about the changes in the following chapters :)
We also love a dominant, and very manly Zachary, maybe some readers already noticed...
We will update the next chapter soon, hope you stay tuned.
Rock on! :)
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Date: 2013-03-19 02:48 am (UTC)No worries, Blade and Taylor will meet very soon. ;)
Chapter 2 will be updated as soon as possible :)
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Date: 2013-03-19 02:55 am (UTC)For now Blade gets more attention, but Taylor's time will also come soon. ;)
Chapter 2 will be online as soon as possible, :)
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Date: 2013-03-19 03:01 am (UTC)Flashbacks are also planned in future chapters, but for now I don't wanna let the cat out of the bag ;)
We will update Chapter 2 as soon as possible :)
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Date: 2013-03-19 03:05 am (UTC)I thought it might be the armless beggar from the corner to the way to Santiago's bar LOL
So it's a cool thing to write a in a team to also get surprised about things. :)
Sorry for my ramblings, and thanks so much for your nice feedback, like always. ♥♥
Chapter 2 will be online soon. :)
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Date: 2013-04-02 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-13 06:11 pm (UTC)“Is that coffee shop near? I don’t have time for a chit chat." I was already beginning to regret my decision of coming with him. Talkative people annoyed me in a lot of ways.
Well girls, I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this. This is Quentin Tarantino meets Hanfic...! Very different and so far funny in a clever way. Great job :)
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Date: 2013-05-15 07:33 pm (UTC)Thanks again!! ♥♥♥