R. Eric

Things were very busy after that. Dragon went to get Nicolae and his wife and have them ready to go. I dealt with Iustina and Repetate. As always, they smiled at me as I entered their cell. Perhaps Colin was right, they did like me more than other people. I had quit using the translator with them because they seemed to understand what I was saying…is was less about the language, but the tone and how I said it. I brought up the laptop making their eyes light up. “Yes, we’ll see some more cart

Sorin looked puzzled. “I said something wrong?” I grinned at Sorin. “Not at all!” I smiled slapping him lightly on the back. “We, the very few…appreciate good cinema and a good story.” I frowned at Gabriella and my mother. “Sometimes it’s not appreciated by some…less enlightened individuals.” Stan came in the room but was carrying a tablet he studied as he walked, but had a near blank stare as he was looking at what he was reading. “Earth to Stan,” Mark said lightly to his partner bu

Okay Page Scrawler. It's your idea. Write it! Make me believe it!

Sorry Mogwhy, he was my Spenser. And loved only me.

This a post about Why I Write and Fanfiction (Slash). My answer is, how could I not? I remember leaving the movies and wishing I was there. I would read a book and want that to happen to me. Why can’t I be? At eight, I tossed my pencil away because it couldn’t keep up! So, I taught myself to type on Dad’s old Royal Typewriter. I got pretty good, but when I took actual typing, I had to unlearn what I learned. Memorizing sentences and typing without looking at the letters still bugs me, but I’m better now. Finally I had to cover them up so I couldn’t see them. Why I write is because…these were not just daydreams or fantasies. Many were, but…they became so much more. I could see, hear, smell all that was happening. It was almost real! That was addictive and I couldn’t stop. Fanfiction (Slash), I saw a show or read a book and I wanted that character to speak to me. Even have him fall in love with me. How did I make that happen and keep them in character? Many of the stories I write have been in my head for YEARS!! I wrote them down…especially when I came out as gay, divorced my wife and quit living, trying to be what my parents wanted me to be! Dad never so much as jerked off!? Right. He was male and I know he did! I am a good person! So, I loved a man? Big deal!! But at that time, I was in agony and shut myself in a room and wrote nonstop! “Preachers’ Sons” was that story. It won’t win any awards for literature, but it was me! Then “Matt Stryker”…the beautiful man that was everyone’s hero and actor loved ME!! But it had to be a secret. How would we do that? That was the story. “ Damaged” began as a fantasy about me and my husband in a cabin before a fireplace. Then life experiences came in, knowledge of Native American views on what we are and BOOM! There came the story and often, what I start out with as the goal, I’m surprised sometimes how it turns out. "Cinderfella" came while watching Cinderella! I was attracted to Prince Charming! Richard! Great guy except when he smiles, he gets those creases in the corners of his eyes. Yea, that is petty. So, I created my OWN PRINCE CHARMING! What would happen if my Prince Charming was in love with me? How do I make it happen? Could I make it happen? That was a big Fanfiction (Slash) story. Imagine it and make it happen and make it plausible! That is my goals. Like it or don't, I wrote it. I also gave it a reason. To work things in my mind and maybe the reader looking for answers, inspiration...help with life you may feel you don't belong in!! I'm telling them, they DO! This is YOUR life. I’m not the best writer, but I have some stories in my head. There are times I talk about my Muse and what he sends me to write. There are times I feel like a lion tamer, holding the whip and chair to hold him back! Too much, too fast and I can’t keep up. Then, there are times, I’m ready, but nothing happens. I stand in the dark and nothing, no crickets even to fill the void. Nothing. Write! If you think it, if you think it might work. Write it! Tell the story. Tell us how this would happen. I could write about Spenser, he was my favorite. I mentioned him before, but I fell for him in the late seventies…(Robert when he did Vegas. I'm giving away my age). I was a teenager, but how did I make him love me and keep him Spenser? As before, he was Spenser to everyone else; bad guys, other cops and even Hawk, but I knew him. Better than anyone and he told me things he never told anyone! You know in the show he’s never mentioned by his first name. That was the mystery about him. But I knew his name.

Finding GA was a Godsend. I was going nuts! I found where to read others' wonderful stories and a place to add mine. And people didn't seem to mind much about errors and all that...which I check and recheck and recheck. I still find them. A work in progress.

Every time we write about someone else's characters, they change. They take on what we think about them and how we would like the story to go. Like Spenser. He was a cop. A private investigator and my stories had less to do with the crime and more about the heart of the situations. A story can be good or bad. Because it's fanfiction, a write can hear and see how the character will act, if he knows that character. Spenser was the tough cop...on the job. When he came home, he had someone to keep him sane. I'm no expert. I make so many errors when i write and it pisses me off!!! I kept Spenser as Spenser when dealing with others. With my character, he wasn't so hard as nails. Captain Kirk had doubts he never voiced to Spock or McCoy. It is hard sometimes to keep them in character. I just made them...human. That was my goal.

Like R. J. Drew wrote about Slash fanfiction. I write about sex. You've read it. However, there is a plot! There is more needed than just writing what I say is FF, or (F#ck Fiction) The thing with Falling. There was a plot! Paris saved Chakotay's life. There was a reason Paris couldn't sleep. They weren't just two crewmen that passed by and wanted to get laid and the other was the nearest receptive guy. Plot! A good plot is everything. When I first came out, I had no one to ask or speak to about what was needed. So, I decided to write about it...like the first time you bottom, what can you expect? So, I wrote about it. Story form allows us to tell somebody looking for those answers. What was the truth about oral sex? There is learning needed, so I explain it. Entertain as I tell them!

If you remember "The Sentinel" from the early nineties, that was a very popular Slash story to write about. Two men, that have to be focused on each other and even to the point the story lines made it they HAD to be lovers for it to work. Love Richard Burgi, too.

Myr asked if I read or written some? Hell, yes!! One of my favorites was "Falling." Star Trek Voyager Fanfic. About Chakotay and Paris. Where Chakotay was injured and Paris had this mantra to keep going and the agonizing time he had keep Chakotay from falling and therefore die! Intense! So, ingrained in Paris, he couldn't sleep or function not knowing if Chakotay was alive and okay. They ended up sleeping together and...and then "slept together!" it was well done and well written. Love that Native American! I am a Trekker, I admit it. I was in love with Captain Kirk! I wrote a few where I was his "cabin boy." Did you know Captain Kirk liked to bottom as well as top? He was my first daddy. And Spenser! I was in love with Robert Urich! He and I met in Las Vegas (Vegas) where I helped him with cases...until we had to change our names because of Mob stuff and moved to Boston (Spenser for Hire) where I was the only one that knew what Spenser's first name was!!! No Barbra Stock near him! I did cry when Robert died. Really. I lost a love that I had for almost twenty plus years!

Dr. Petran stayed with Dragon and George as Dragon endured the pain. I’d seen a lot of people suffer as they took the serum, there was no need for me to see it again. However, I also noted that Sorin was grimacing as Dragon suffered and walked out of the chamber. He was the police and I knew he’d seen worse things than this…I imagined. Sorin was mature with a little grey in his hair, but I think his gruff demeanor was more for show and to threaten criminals…the human kind. I followed Sorin as

My late husband...God forbid, kept asking "Where's the money?" I just couldn't get him to see that I write...not just for me. I want people to read them. This was just the answer I needed. As proud as I am of Daniel, he was proud of me...I find out. He told everyone else what I was doing, but hardly anything else to me. I think it surprised him that I could write a not so bad story. I see it, hear it and I write it down. My fingers get tongue tied occasionally, misspellings happen...ouch. He was reading North Meets South when he died. I had to print it for him, but he seemed to like it.

This is my first post on this...thanks for inviting me in, by the way. Now, I can understand some of you guys more. Writing just seems to just...come. I've done it since I was eight, coming home from a movie and wonder what else happened after it stopped. I agree with Irvic when he describes it as something that just has to come out. Inspiration is everywhere in life and I consider the "What if" part. Like with The Perfect Son. I thought about a young man with an unusal heritage. Cherokee, Jewish? Impossible? How do I explain that? So, I came up with an explanation. I agree with Myr. What happens when the glass slipper is given to a man instead? And who would turn down Prince Charming!? The story lines come, it's the editing and re-editing and I'm still doing it over and over again and finding errors. Potholes in the road I want you going down? I don't think so.

Sorin was looking at Dr. Petran as if to question her sanity. “You believe this!?” He asked her in disbelief. Dr. Petran cocked her head at him. “Give me another explanation.” She said quickly. “I’m a doctor, Sorin. I’m not some silly little girl afraid of vampires. There is something in their systems I couldn’t explain. When they told me, I had a hard time believing them.” She waved at Dragon and the others there. “They are vampires. Surely you see that.” Sorin was like Dr. Petran and m

Dr. Petran didn’t even look shocked. Perhaps like many here in this part of the world, knowing about the reality of vampires was accepted, just not spoken about so openly. “You become vampires.” Like with many others, it wasn’t a question. I saw her face and saw she was still struggling with it. “Take your time,” I said smiling. “We get this sort of reaction in every country.” “You were out in the day time when you were attacked.” She said, still working it out in her mind. “You were inj

“What did you do?” Dragon asked still concentrating on the gold cross, but was still not quite…comfortable holding it. He gave it back to me. I smiled at Dragon. “I did what I believed you could not argue with. I showed you…you’re not evil.” Gaius was marveling over being able to touch the cross. “Before, it did burn.” I looked at Gaius. “You saw it coming?” “Yes.” Gaius nodded. “It burned because you believed it would burn.” I shrugged. “You made it burn. You did, not God.”

The response to Dragon’s video broadcast was immediate. In just a few days we started getting messages from all over the world. Dragon’s hypnotic voice carried and was just as potent as if he was standing right in front of them. We stood over Stan’s shoulder as the others were gathering to share what they found that night. Stan began feeling the weight of all the requests and messages coming in. “I need help! Look at the number messages!” He said after he saw the volume of messages coming in

The weather was changing as it was going to be autumn soon and it was cooler at night now. Then again, my view of this part of the world was a little…well, a cave is a cave. I saw Egypt, mostly underground. I did see a lot of England, but Transylvania I saw mostly underground. The part of this underground world was like the others…carved out from centuries of habitation. Passageways were widen, floors were leveled out and torches burned to light the way. The seasonal changes could be felt outsid

I was concerned about Dragon. I told Gaius that as long as he had remorse and regret about what he’d done, he had something to come back to. Meaning, he was still human and just needed closure. Dragon, or so it seemed, had no problem with what he’d done in past. Well, that just seemed right to me since he refused to be called by his own name because of what he’d done. He did have a very dark personality…kind of. I sensed a lot of brooding in him. Yet, he seemed to be capable of making friends an

Dragon grinned as he watched Repetate and Iustina was so caught up in the fact that I was saying something, yet heard what they understood from my translator. I heard him comment to Colin. “Amasis was correct. Your husband does have compassion for all creatures.” He waved at the two Old Ones. “Even them.” Colin nodded. “He does. He’s almost reckless sometimes, but he can also get through to almost anyone. He’s trusted.” Dragon looked again at the computer but wasn’t scared to touch it no

Dragon shook his head. “I don’t understand. Why does he protect these…things?” He asked Amasis as he waved at the Old Ones. Amasis smiled and nodded. “Devon is a unique person. He has compassion for everyone.” He waved at the Old Ones, “including these creatures.” “But they aren’t human.” Dragon said. As a vampire, I had acute hearing and I walked over. “Yes, they are. George told you, there were creatures made for men using something to change them into something they can use. Their

Actually, I can answer that. Daniel and I met and it was as I said it was. It's like we were meant to be together. He wouldn't let up on me and I didn't let up on him. It was a good friend of ours, a real estate agent that pointed it out to me. (She made a lot of money off the two of us) She said we should be on TV because we were hilarious! I had written before, but never about the two of us. It just sort of...came! I miss Daniel. That's why I wrote so much after he died. I tried to keep him alive for me. It's silly, but it did, for a while. I loved Daniel more than I can tell you in words. He was a funny man and he loved me. I am Mitch, Daniel is Tony. We were...rare.

“You said if Lucian told the truth,” Colin said. “What has Lucian said to this Dragon?” Gaius shrugged. “I can only guess, but Lucian doesn’t see what we are as a curse. To him, it’s a blessing.” “It is no blessing,” George said. “Not from any god, at least.” Gaius nodded. “Not to you, but to Lucian, it is.” He sighed. “In his past, he was not…well…he was pushed around by others who were bigger, stronger and in more power. Sometimes they were all of the above. When he was bitten, th

We went the next evening to the bunker to meet with Gaius. The writers about Transylvania weren’t wrong when they wrote about the dark forests. Even though it was summer, it was a little cold as we went through the foliage thick trees. There were times I felt we were being followed. I’m the first to say I have a vivid imagination, but I could swear someone…or something was following us. The fact was I knew there were wolves here didn't help, but I kept myself in check. A man alone might face pro

It was after Colin and I went to our bedroom I confronted him. “Are you worried about Christian?” “Yes!” Colin said and grabbed my arms. “Honey, I love you. I’m not worried that he could steal you from me, I’m worried that he may not be as innocent as you think.” I nodded. “Okay, I respect that, but you can’t admit that he might be just what he claims to be?” “Can you admit that he could be really a bad idea? Maybe, he is just…bad?” Colin asked simply. I shook my head. “I don’t f