Elf's Random Musings

So, this was a scene to "The Stolen" that Roadbuster demanded that I scrap when he was reading the last chapter. He said it was useless and didn't work with the urgency I'd set up in the previous chapters. So, like a good wifeu I scrapped the scene.

Just . . . it was something I had quite a bit of fun writing. So I couldn't just delete it.

Without any further ado, I'm going to share this scrapped scene because Reverse Harems for the Win!

Gender equality yo.



The couch was soft, giving Forest’s weight enough support and cushion in all the right places. Smells of warm fur, musk, clove, and oddly enough lemons tickled her nose as she let herself be enveloped into the couch. Black leather was slightly cracked showing white marks of distress but oddly glossy as well. On her opposite side there was an indention into leather cushions that was vaguely person shaped.

Hawk threw himself into that well worn spot as Wynn chose to stand, her arms still folded under her breasts. With her tailored suit and sensible heels, the Faerie noble scowled as she slummed with the commoners. Hawk raised his coppery eyebrows and said, “Cunt’s too good to sit down on my couch.”

“I detest fleas,” Wynn said, her lip curling slightly.

Forest bit her lip and said, “Actually, for a wild canine, wolves really don’t carry fleas. They have this special oil in their coat so . . .”

Hawk was grinning at her and Wynn was looking at her with wide eyes and a scowl. Forest bit the inside of her cheek and said, “And werewolves are supernatural, so fleas would bloody shun them anyway.”

“As not fascinating as that fact is, we have more important matters to discuss. Like why is my son captured while this rogue sits before us,” Wynn said, gesturing towards Hawk, silver rings gleaming in the wane light.

Hawk eyed her and asked, “Why the fuck do you care? From listening to your little bastard, there’s no love lost between you two.”

“Hawk, do shut up,” Forest said with a sigh.

Hawk grinned at her and said, “I thought you wanted me to tell you all the sordid details of your precious poppet’s capture, Fore.”

“I will bloody pummel you right here in your ridiculous bachelor pad with Wynn cheering,” Forest said, her lips curving up in a smile.

Hawk grinned back and said, “Is that a promise, love?”

The blond narrowed her eyes and said, “You . . . cosmic wanker.”

“I mean, you’re even missing your hand. Can’t wave your ridiculous fake cock about to make you feel better right now, can you?” Hawk asked, those golden eyes of his dancing.

Forest grinned, more of a show of teeth than anything, and replied, “Come off of it.”

“I mean, your first reaction to things you don’t like is to bloody punch it. You drive the epitome of, ‘I have a small dick,’ and that ridiculous hand canon of yours,” Hawk said with a snort.

Wynn sighed and said, “This, brigand, is something we can agree on.” She tucked a lock of her hair that had escaped from her braid back.

“I’m a Celt, damnit! A Celt. I hale from a warrior culture and all of that,” Forest said with a frown, her lower lip thrusting out slightly.

Hawk shook his head and Wynn said, “Most of the time I find your denseness endearing, it is part of your charm.”

“There are better ways to take out your frustration than with a bit of ultra-violence,” Hawk said with a shrug and a smile.

Forest glared at them before stretching out ever so slightly. Hawk smiled at the sight before she slammed her foot up towards his face. There was a satisfying crack when the toe of her steel toed boot hit his nose. Crimson sprayed up in a delightful little arc as Hawk’s head snapped back.

Wynn chuckled and said, “Forest, you are just proving our point.”

“Gabriel is in trouble, goddamn it and you two are being a bunch of jumped up little sods! I don’t want to shag either of you, so get the bloody hell over it or I’ll beat the both of you down, shadow tentacles or not!” Forest shouted, jumping to her feet and shrugging out of her duster, letting it spill onto the couch behind her.

Hawk’s now glowing, crimson eyes met hers as his face was a bloodied smear. Yet, despite the fact his fangs were cutting into his bottom lip, the cosmic wanker was smiling at her. Wynn was smiling as well, and her ivory skin was glowing, lighting up the room as those amethyst eyes gleamed. The simmering within Forest roared into a full blaze as she stared at the two of them.

“You two are giant assholes and sometimes I don’t know why I let you live Hawk and why I even stick around with you, Wynn!” Forest continued, stomping her foot for emphasis.

Hawk smirked and said, “You let me live because you have the hots for Joshua.”

“I gave you Gabriel,” Wynn said with a smile, “So you feel indebted to me for giving you one of the few things you have always yearned for but never could obtain on your own power.”

Her head was pounding and she almost shrieked as the gnawing rage showed no sign of dying down. The worse part is that both of them are mocking me, she thought with a scowl before eying them both. Hawk stood up from his seat and said, “Now I’ve got fucking blood all over my face. I’m going to clean the hell up. Again.”

“We do not have time for you to take another two hour shower,” Wynn said with a snort.

Hawk rolled his now golden eyes again, his canines back to normal length. He replied, “I’m going to hop into the kitchen and wet a paper towel to scrub off, bloody hell.”


Also, in other words, an out of print anthology that I was featured in got picked up by another publisher. It was the second story I had ever gotten accepted for print (the first being an erotic flash story). It featured Forest having a very bad night. When it was first published it was a "For the Love" anthology- meaning all I got was exposure as payment.

This time, I'm actually getting royalties so yay!

Re-Vamped: Blood Lust Revenge is currently available on Kindle for the awesomely low price of $2.99. Interestingly enough, when the anthology was first printed my story was hidden in the middle. Now it's the last story featured in the collection, which is excellent placement. (Honestly, in some ways its better to be the last story than the first in a collection like this.)

And if you haven't checked out The Law Unto Herself Chronicles: The Stolen and are curious about what I've been doing, well . . . there it is for free. Mix Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the Dresden Files, 80's action movies, and heavy metal and you pretty much have my story.

So happy reading, True Believers.