Post by Robert's Vampire Bride on Apr 29, 2006 23:10:03 GMT -5
(A Full House fic, Rated PG)
ok this one is more recent and i have to say this was the most complicated Fanfic i have ever done becasue i had to have seriously written four other versions of it before it finally came to this. so i hope you like it, and you might need tissues.
Many people, dressed ever nicely, waited in a church anxiously. they were waiting for the two people this day revolved around. a man with wavy, midnight hair, and saphires in his eyes, and a woman, with long chestnut hair, and a smile that lights him up. today, they would give their lives to eachother for eternity. they proceeded down the asile, arms looped together. it was the greatest day of thier lives. o it would be until, just as they made the halfway point, a stranger burst into the building and pulled a gun on them.
"none of you move, this is a hold up!", he ordered the room of frieghten poeple chorusing in gasps and shouts, "everyone on the ground! NOW!" the frightened wedding guests all fell from their chairs to the cold church floor, inculding the bride and groom, however the stranger called them back up.
"uh ah, not you two, UP!"
the frightened bride and groom slowly rose agian. the guests all watched in terror.
"oh god,this can't be happening!", she gasped, keeping close to her groom. he offered his embrace in protection, but the strange man denied it.
"uh ah! back away from eachother!", he ordered, but the couple only repsonded by embraceing eachother tighter.
"I SAID BACK AWAY FROM EACHOTHER...NOW!", the stranger barked, and startled they finally parted, but she kept her arms extended out, wanting his embrace back.
"jess!", she gasped.
"shh, it's ok sweetheart, just stay calm ok, i promise i'm not ganna let him hurt you", her groom, jesse assured her quietly. she was frightened more than ever could be described. her visage went red and hot, and her breath became short and deep, from pure terror.
"shut up! not a word out of eaither of you, unless i address you!", the man snapped. it was then, that they thought they noticed something strange. his gun was not turned completely on both of them. it appeared that he furtively had it aimed slightly more on the tuxed one.
"what do you want with us!", she fearfully asked. it was then that jesse, as he looked closer at the man with his hands extended in the air, just faintly became aware of something. this man, had they met once before? it was just an extremely faint memory. it was late at night....at the scene of a tradgity, there were two viecles, they were banged together, and covered in blood. there was blood EVERYWHERE! a woman in one of th cars was completely masacured, so to the point where she was unsaveable. the occupent of the opposite car was a single man, and he gotten out with a mere scratch across his face. the very same scratch that was now a scar upon this man's face. he was very confused as it seemed faintly familar, yet strange, as he could not recall.
"jess..do something!", his bride shouted in alarm.
"shut up you bitch!", the man shouted and fired a shot at her, which fortunatly just barely missed her, instead soaring above her head as she screamed out in horror.
"hey, you leave my wife alone!", jesse shouted. it was then, as he consitered that brief moment, filled with fear as he had watched this man threatened his beloved wife's life, that he felt a burning rage towards this man. a burning rage that once agian he reconized. the last time he felt any such rage, he somehow recalled engaging in an intense fist fight. who had his opponient been?, he could not remember, but somehow he was so raged, that he craved another fist fight. another strange aspect, was that it faintly appeared that this man was more after him then his bride.
"what is it you want from me, i'm suppose to be getting married!?", jesse growled.
"you piss me off you bastard!", the man growled back, as he pointed the gun directly between his eyes. the room filled with shouts of terror.
"ALL OF YOU, KEEP YOUR MOUTHS SHUT!", the man shouted.
"NO PLEASE!", the bride shrieked in terror, she removed her beautiful purse from around her shoulder, that blended in perfectly with her wedding gown, and began to dish item's out as she pleaded almost in song,
"take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards!
here's a watch that my grandpa gave me,
here's the key to my car
mr., take anything you need, but please,
DON'T TAKE MY JESSE!"
"becky!", jesse said softly in question, as he was very flattered by her passion.
"hehe, oh you're real cute lady, but no sale, i don't want your junk!", laughed the man.
"please sir, i'll do anything, please spare him!", she pleaded.
"lady, you got some kinda death wish, cause you're getting in my way!", the man roared. she was trapped now, she knew not what to do next. she felt even more fear rush through her body, adrienalin at blame for her next move, which was not exactly the smartest thing to do. she took a step nearer, bearing her fist, and punched the man in the side. it did little damange phsyically, but it greatly angered the man.
"oh, so you wanna piss me off do ya lady, you DO have a death wish! very well, i take you BOTH out!", he roared as she grabbed her husband-to-be close, putting her body just slightly before his.
"what, are you trying to make it easier for me, i can take you both out at the same time, right now!"
"becky, go!", jesse shouted, and shoved her aside as the man fired the gun, and the bullet soared through the air and exploded through jesse's skin, knocking him uncontious to the ground, blood flowing visiously from just below his breast.
"JESSE!", becky shrieked, falling to her knees at his side.
"jess, jess, please speak to me baby!", she urged as she took his head in her ahnds ahns shook it.
"MY BABY!", an elderly woman rose from the ground, followed by her husband.
"JESSE!", the husband shouted. they both fell to the ground at the lifeless man's side.
"jesse, baby, honeykins, please come back, please don't leave mommy!", the woman cried.
"come on son, please!", the husband pleaded.
"alright, quit all the fucking whining! your next!", the gunman said bearing the gun to becky. she stood and gave her chest out ot him.
"BECKY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!", shouted the tall slender best man.
"somebody call 911, uncle jesse's hurt!", cried the youngest of three frightened girls that surrounded the tall, slender, best man. the elderly woman, at jesse's lifeless side, proceeded to take the little girl's order.
The man with the gun was jumped and arrested, and jesse was rushed to the hospital. becky beside him in heavy tears the whole time. the doctors upon seeing the situation had high doubt that there was much they could accomplish, but becky tried not to hear it. unfortuantly the doctors had told no lie. they managed to stablize him and get him breathing once more, but with much effort, had to declare the wound unhealable. they warned the family not to get too excited, but the tanners, being a family of heart, didn't dare lose hope, especially the heart wounded, bride. she kenlt before him at his bedside, her face tomato red, and buring with salt. he managed to smile at her, trying, hoping to make her smile back. she time, and time agian would try, but all attemps failures.
"oh jess....this is all my fault!", she cried softly. she just barely felt his fingertips stroke her hand.
"don't say that beck, youh...youh did nothingh wrong", he breathed, just barley hearable.
"i should have held on to you when you pushed me away, i shouldn't have left your side", she sniffed.
"no...i wasn't about to let him hurt you!", jesse croaked. there was a silence in which she just looked at him, so pale, barely breathing, yet he was smiling at her. she felt bad that she could not bare him a smile in return. her tears just multipied as she carefully climbed into the bed beside him, hovering over him. he smiled wider, and when he felt wetness raining down on his face, he ever gentally forced his hand up and stroked her hot, wet cheek.
"beck, i'll always love you, from heaven", he said softly. she gave a horrified gasp.
"NO, don't you dare talk like that! you're ganna be fine, you can make it, i know you can!", she sobbed. she lowered her head and kissed his cheek several times.
"oh...god....god please!", she pleaded ever softly, she then joined her hands together and looked up to the heavens as she began to softly sing a prayer.
"take the very breath you gave me, take the heart from my chest
i'll gladly take his place, if you'll let me, make this my last request
take me out of this world! God please..
DON'T TAKE MY JESSE!"
he couldn't have been more shocked, his chest gave a heave.
"becky..ha..ha..how could you say something so awful, i could never let you take my place, that's why i pushed you away, how could you ever think of asking to die in my place!", he choaked, as tears began to form on his pale cheeks.
"you can't leave, you're neices need you, your family needs you....nobody needs me!", she cried.
"becky, stop that, shut your mouth. plenty of people need you. danny needs you, for your show, your mom and dad need you......I need you!", he breathed, "i love you so much"
"i love you so much! i need you", she sobbed. she, with great care, laid her head upon his chest, and felt his hand gently running through her hair. there was a moment of silence, as she listened to his struggling heart beat, ba boom, ba boom, ba boom, ba boom, ba......! all of a sudden she felt his hand seize stroking his hair, and clunk gainst her head. his chest was still. she gasped in horror.
"no, no, no, no, no, no, no! jesse! my jesse! please no, say something to me! NO!", she screamed out, so that her lungs burned. a series of doctors and nerses bolted into the room upon hearing the scream, to find her hovered over him, in the heavest sobs ever heard. they knew.
The family was destraut, and seized normal funtion. the three girls could not face the world any longer, neather could the elderly couple who has given his birth. this now made two. the house remained still for three days, becky could not bare to appear on her show with the tall slender best man, danny, as she had not been able to stop crying since that day. she could not sleep. upon the third night, she just lay in bed, tossing and turning, in sobs. it was suppose to have been the most wonderful day of her entire life, then out of nowhere, it became the more horrible. she felt incomplete as she was not able to commit the rest of her life to him as she was suppose to. so then what would she commit the rest of her life to? what was there left? he was in her mind every second. but it was not good enough, not nearly. she hugged herself everywhere, rubbing her hands along her wedding gown, which she was not able to bare taking off, as it was the last thing left, she had of him, with his love covering it from his touch. this is why she embraced herself all over her body, in hopes that she would feel his love rub off the gown onto her skin. all she felt was thick fabric, and tiny peral beads. she felt pain in every beat of her heart, and through her body. sobbing, she quietly made her way down to the kitchen. she looked through the dark room, through everything. the night grew quiter and more still than before. the only noise the faint, soft words of a woman as she laid a kiss upon a tiny object in her hand, whispering what she could not before. "I DO!"
The next morning, a lone girl of middle size wondered sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes from sleep. out of nowhere the quiet house was filled with her loud scream. tanners from all corners of the house came running in answer to her call, and all skidded to a stop in thier tracks. the kitchen was an utter mess, drowers were hanging out, dishes were everywhere. there on the ground in the center of the mess, was a woman in a wedding gown, in one hand, the handle of a steak knife was clutched, the other end could not be seen, for it was sunk into her chest. in her other hand, which was drentched in a pool of blood, she cluched a ring with a big beautiful prism stone, that despite the blood, shined in a shower of light pouring through the kitchen window.
*THE END*
Inspired by Tim Magraw's
Don't Take the Girl.
ok this one is more recent and i have to say this was the most complicated Fanfic i have ever done becasue i had to have seriously written four other versions of it before it finally came to this. so i hope you like it, and you might need tissues.
Many people, dressed ever nicely, waited in a church anxiously. they were waiting for the two people this day revolved around. a man with wavy, midnight hair, and saphires in his eyes, and a woman, with long chestnut hair, and a smile that lights him up. today, they would give their lives to eachother for eternity. they proceeded down the asile, arms looped together. it was the greatest day of thier lives. o it would be until, just as they made the halfway point, a stranger burst into the building and pulled a gun on them.
"none of you move, this is a hold up!", he ordered the room of frieghten poeple chorusing in gasps and shouts, "everyone on the ground! NOW!" the frightened wedding guests all fell from their chairs to the cold church floor, inculding the bride and groom, however the stranger called them back up.
"uh ah, not you two, UP!"
the frightened bride and groom slowly rose agian. the guests all watched in terror.
"oh god,this can't be happening!", she gasped, keeping close to her groom. he offered his embrace in protection, but the strange man denied it.
"uh ah! back away from eachother!", he ordered, but the couple only repsonded by embraceing eachother tighter.
"I SAID BACK AWAY FROM EACHOTHER...NOW!", the stranger barked, and startled they finally parted, but she kept her arms extended out, wanting his embrace back.
"jess!", she gasped.
"shh, it's ok sweetheart, just stay calm ok, i promise i'm not ganna let him hurt you", her groom, jesse assured her quietly. she was frightened more than ever could be described. her visage went red and hot, and her breath became short and deep, from pure terror.
"shut up! not a word out of eaither of you, unless i address you!", the man snapped. it was then, that they thought they noticed something strange. his gun was not turned completely on both of them. it appeared that he furtively had it aimed slightly more on the tuxed one.
"what do you want with us!", she fearfully asked. it was then that jesse, as he looked closer at the man with his hands extended in the air, just faintly became aware of something. this man, had they met once before? it was just an extremely faint memory. it was late at night....at the scene of a tradgity, there were two viecles, they were banged together, and covered in blood. there was blood EVERYWHERE! a woman in one of th cars was completely masacured, so to the point where she was unsaveable. the occupent of the opposite car was a single man, and he gotten out with a mere scratch across his face. the very same scratch that was now a scar upon this man's face. he was very confused as it seemed faintly familar, yet strange, as he could not recall.
"jess..do something!", his bride shouted in alarm.
"shut up you bitch!", the man shouted and fired a shot at her, which fortunatly just barely missed her, instead soaring above her head as she screamed out in horror.
"hey, you leave my wife alone!", jesse shouted. it was then, as he consitered that brief moment, filled with fear as he had watched this man threatened his beloved wife's life, that he felt a burning rage towards this man. a burning rage that once agian he reconized. the last time he felt any such rage, he somehow recalled engaging in an intense fist fight. who had his opponient been?, he could not remember, but somehow he was so raged, that he craved another fist fight. another strange aspect, was that it faintly appeared that this man was more after him then his bride.
"what is it you want from me, i'm suppose to be getting married!?", jesse growled.
"you piss me off you bastard!", the man growled back, as he pointed the gun directly between his eyes. the room filled with shouts of terror.
"ALL OF YOU, KEEP YOUR MOUTHS SHUT!", the man shouted.
"NO PLEASE!", the bride shrieked in terror, she removed her beautiful purse from around her shoulder, that blended in perfectly with her wedding gown, and began to dish item's out as she pleaded almost in song,
"take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards!
here's a watch that my grandpa gave me,
here's the key to my car
mr., take anything you need, but please,
DON'T TAKE MY JESSE!"
"becky!", jesse said softly in question, as he was very flattered by her passion.
"hehe, oh you're real cute lady, but no sale, i don't want your junk!", laughed the man.
"please sir, i'll do anything, please spare him!", she pleaded.
"lady, you got some kinda death wish, cause you're getting in my way!", the man roared. she was trapped now, she knew not what to do next. she felt even more fear rush through her body, adrienalin at blame for her next move, which was not exactly the smartest thing to do. she took a step nearer, bearing her fist, and punched the man in the side. it did little damange phsyically, but it greatly angered the man.
"oh, so you wanna piss me off do ya lady, you DO have a death wish! very well, i take you BOTH out!", he roared as she grabbed her husband-to-be close, putting her body just slightly before his.
"what, are you trying to make it easier for me, i can take you both out at the same time, right now!"
"becky, go!", jesse shouted, and shoved her aside as the man fired the gun, and the bullet soared through the air and exploded through jesse's skin, knocking him uncontious to the ground, blood flowing visiously from just below his breast.
"JESSE!", becky shrieked, falling to her knees at his side.
"jess, jess, please speak to me baby!", she urged as she took his head in her ahnds ahns shook it.
"MY BABY!", an elderly woman rose from the ground, followed by her husband.
"JESSE!", the husband shouted. they both fell to the ground at the lifeless man's side.
"jesse, baby, honeykins, please come back, please don't leave mommy!", the woman cried.
"come on son, please!", the husband pleaded.
"alright, quit all the fucking whining! your next!", the gunman said bearing the gun to becky. she stood and gave her chest out ot him.
"BECKY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!", shouted the tall slender best man.
"somebody call 911, uncle jesse's hurt!", cried the youngest of three frightened girls that surrounded the tall, slender, best man. the elderly woman, at jesse's lifeless side, proceeded to take the little girl's order.
The man with the gun was jumped and arrested, and jesse was rushed to the hospital. becky beside him in heavy tears the whole time. the doctors upon seeing the situation had high doubt that there was much they could accomplish, but becky tried not to hear it. unfortuantly the doctors had told no lie. they managed to stablize him and get him breathing once more, but with much effort, had to declare the wound unhealable. they warned the family not to get too excited, but the tanners, being a family of heart, didn't dare lose hope, especially the heart wounded, bride. she kenlt before him at his bedside, her face tomato red, and buring with salt. he managed to smile at her, trying, hoping to make her smile back. she time, and time agian would try, but all attemps failures.
"oh jess....this is all my fault!", she cried softly. she just barely felt his fingertips stroke her hand.
"don't say that beck, youh...youh did nothingh wrong", he breathed, just barley hearable.
"i should have held on to you when you pushed me away, i shouldn't have left your side", she sniffed.
"no...i wasn't about to let him hurt you!", jesse croaked. there was a silence in which she just looked at him, so pale, barely breathing, yet he was smiling at her. she felt bad that she could not bare him a smile in return. her tears just multipied as she carefully climbed into the bed beside him, hovering over him. he smiled wider, and when he felt wetness raining down on his face, he ever gentally forced his hand up and stroked her hot, wet cheek.
"beck, i'll always love you, from heaven", he said softly. she gave a horrified gasp.
"NO, don't you dare talk like that! you're ganna be fine, you can make it, i know you can!", she sobbed. she lowered her head and kissed his cheek several times.
"oh...god....god please!", she pleaded ever softly, she then joined her hands together and looked up to the heavens as she began to softly sing a prayer.
"take the very breath you gave me, take the heart from my chest
i'll gladly take his place, if you'll let me, make this my last request
take me out of this world! God please..
DON'T TAKE MY JESSE!"
he couldn't have been more shocked, his chest gave a heave.
"becky..ha..ha..how could you say something so awful, i could never let you take my place, that's why i pushed you away, how could you ever think of asking to die in my place!", he choaked, as tears began to form on his pale cheeks.
"you can't leave, you're neices need you, your family needs you....nobody needs me!", she cried.
"becky, stop that, shut your mouth. plenty of people need you. danny needs you, for your show, your mom and dad need you......I need you!", he breathed, "i love you so much"
"i love you so much! i need you", she sobbed. she, with great care, laid her head upon his chest, and felt his hand gently running through her hair. there was a moment of silence, as she listened to his struggling heart beat, ba boom, ba boom, ba boom, ba boom, ba......! all of a sudden she felt his hand seize stroking his hair, and clunk gainst her head. his chest was still. she gasped in horror.
"no, no, no, no, no, no, no! jesse! my jesse! please no, say something to me! NO!", she screamed out, so that her lungs burned. a series of doctors and nerses bolted into the room upon hearing the scream, to find her hovered over him, in the heavest sobs ever heard. they knew.
The family was destraut, and seized normal funtion. the three girls could not face the world any longer, neather could the elderly couple who has given his birth. this now made two. the house remained still for three days, becky could not bare to appear on her show with the tall slender best man, danny, as she had not been able to stop crying since that day. she could not sleep. upon the third night, she just lay in bed, tossing and turning, in sobs. it was suppose to have been the most wonderful day of her entire life, then out of nowhere, it became the more horrible. she felt incomplete as she was not able to commit the rest of her life to him as she was suppose to. so then what would she commit the rest of her life to? what was there left? he was in her mind every second. but it was not good enough, not nearly. she hugged herself everywhere, rubbing her hands along her wedding gown, which she was not able to bare taking off, as it was the last thing left, she had of him, with his love covering it from his touch. this is why she embraced herself all over her body, in hopes that she would feel his love rub off the gown onto her skin. all she felt was thick fabric, and tiny peral beads. she felt pain in every beat of her heart, and through her body. sobbing, she quietly made her way down to the kitchen. she looked through the dark room, through everything. the night grew quiter and more still than before. the only noise the faint, soft words of a woman as she laid a kiss upon a tiny object in her hand, whispering what she could not before. "I DO!"
The next morning, a lone girl of middle size wondered sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes from sleep. out of nowhere the quiet house was filled with her loud scream. tanners from all corners of the house came running in answer to her call, and all skidded to a stop in thier tracks. the kitchen was an utter mess, drowers were hanging out, dishes were everywhere. there on the ground in the center of the mess, was a woman in a wedding gown, in one hand, the handle of a steak knife was clutched, the other end could not be seen, for it was sunk into her chest. in her other hand, which was drentched in a pool of blood, she cluched a ring with a big beautiful prism stone, that despite the blood, shined in a shower of light pouring through the kitchen window.
*THE END*
Inspired by Tim Magraw's
Don't Take the Girl.
