TA’s May Featured Fan Fiction Winner: ‘The Blood Crystal’ By Melolabel

May is now upon us and you know what that means: time for our monthly featured fan fiction! This month’s winner for Featured Fan Fiction is ‘The Blood Crystal’ by Melolabel! Congratulations!
Title: “The Blood Crystal”
Author: Melolabel
Main Characters: Bella, Edward, The Cullens, The Volturi, Ben, Angela, James, Victoria, Laurent
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: When Angela is kidnapped by a rogue Vampire, Bella embarks on a whirlwind adventure to save her friend. When she becomes lost in the rain forests of Peru, who will come to her rescue? And what is the Blood Crystal?
Her heaving bosom glistened with sweat, the handsome sailor took notice immediately of her state of undress…UGH! Why am I writing this trash? I closed my laptop and pushed away from my desk. What on earth was a virgin doing writing about ‘heaving bosoms’ and ‘throws of passion’? It was laughable that a magna cum laude graduate with a masters in ancient languages and literature was writing trashy romance novels. Unfortunately the bills had to be paid and that wasn’t going to happen with out a job.I plodded around my small apartment picking up the bits of paper I used to brainstorm ideas on. I guess I was old fashioned that way. I liked seeing the pencil scratches and the arrows and all my other crazy markings when I was coming up with a story. Once the mess was handled, I opened the refrigerator to find an expired half gallon of milk, a limp sack o’ salad, and something with gray hair on it.
I reluctantly picked up my jacket and purse, I hated going out. I guess you could say I was a bit of a recluse. I usually ordered my groceries to be delivered but at 10 o’clock at night, I was going to have to go to the store to get something to eat. That and I was out of tissues. I hated having a cold, but what can you do?
I walked the block and a half to the small supermarket and filled the little handheld basket with my staples; tissues, a box of cold medicine, milk, spaghetti, sauce, and I had to indulge in some cheesy garlic toast. I walked slowly back to my empty little apartment, though the word ‘little’ was probably too generous. When my college roommate, Angela, moved out after graduation, I had to downsize to a studio. I didn’t really have any friends in the city, so it’s not like company was coming over anytime soon, and it suited me just fine.
As I prepared my dinner my thoughts drifted to Angela. She and her fiancé Ben felt the need to do something altruistic so they joined the peace corps. They ended up being sent to some remote part of Peru, near the border of the Amazon. She would write when she could, I would get one or two letters every couple of months. She had asked me to join with her, but I had issues leaving my apartment, let alone getting on an airplane and going to some godforsaken jungle. That didn’t stop me from having an up-to-date passport, though. I had this wild romantic idea that I should always have a passport ready, just in case some handsome man wanted to whisk me off to some enchanting foreign hideaway. HA! I really have been writing smutty novels for too long.
After I had eaten my food, I decided to clear my head with a nice hot bath. I’d pick up with miss ‘heaving bosom’ tomorrow. The soak was wonderful and I was out like a light in very little time.
When I woke I tapped out the rest of the chapter I had been working on. I had a meeting with my editor in the afternoon, and she wanted to see progress. I dressed in my ‘work appropriate’ outfit, a pair of navy slacks and a white button down shirt, topped off with a gray blazer. It was plain and boring, just like me.
I grew up mostly with my Dad Charlie, he usually wore flannel or his police uniform. I guess that’s why my sense of style is in the toilet. I grabbed a pair of flats and threw them in my messenger bag and laced up my trusty hot pink chucks.
I decided to take the stairs, it was only two flights down, and you know what they say about exercising whenever you can. As I reached the lobby, I noticed our mailman, trying to stuff a large manila envelope into my box.
“Hey Joe! I’ll take that off your hands.†I walked towards him with a little more enthusiasm than before. I hardly ever got ‘real mail’ and this looked important.
“Thanks Bella, here you go, and here’s the rest of it.†He handed me the large yellow envelope and a stack of junk mail. I tucked the big one into my bag and quickly sifted through the other pile while standing over the trash can. Keep, toss, toss, toss, toss, shred, toss, toss. Done! Sorting my mail like that was a cinch. I shoved the two other pieces of mail into my bag and headed off to my editor’s office.
The meeting was fairly uneventful. Jessica underlined and bracketed, nodded, scowled, flipped quickly through the last few pages and handed me back the manuscript. I had some revising to work on but I was more anxious to find out what was in that mysterious envelope.
I headed to the nearest Starbucks and ordered a hot chocolate. The barista glared at me when I asked for more whipped cream. I just wanted some extra deliciousness on my chocolate, it’s not like it was coming out of her paycheck.
I squished into a big comfy chair and took out the envelope. I looked over the postmarks and deduced immediately that it had come from Angela. I tore it open and dumped the contents out onto my lap. There was a note, some kind of really old looking parchment, and what appeared to be a hand drawn map. That’s weird, this is not the kind of thing I usually get from her.
I glanced briefly at the parchment and saw that it was indeed really old. I’ll have to be really careful with that. I then moved on to the letter in Angela’s handwriting.
Dear Bella,
I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to send you this parchment because you are the smartest girl I know. I was hoping maybe you could tell me what it says since it’s obviously not in English, and I’m pretty sure it’s not Spanish or Portugese.
Ben and I came across the parchment and a deep red crystal when we were hiking to a remote village about 100 miles from Iquitos Peru. I pulled a “Bella†and totally slipped off the side of the trail and Ben had to rescue me. While I pulled myself together, I noticed an old looking leather purse. I thought it was odd that something like that would be here in the middle of the jungle. So I picked it up and pulled the drawstrings, that’s when I saw the crystal and the parchment.
I showed it to Ben and we decided to hide it. We couldn’t take it with us to the Village and we wanted to make sure we remembered where we stashed it, hence the map. Keep everything safe and I don’t think it would be a good idea to show any one else. I just have a creepy feeling about this stuff.
I’ll be in touch soon.
Love,
Angela
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Name: Melolabel
How did you find TA? Katmom gave me the heads up about TA and suggested I come post my stories over here too.
How did you start writing fan fiction? I started writing Fan Fic by entering a one shot in a “sexy Edward” contest over on FF . net. I got several positive responses, so I decided to continue the story. ( A New Frontier ) Then I just got on a roll. Every movie I watched, I would insert the twilight characters into the main roles, every other book I read, I would think about Bella and Edward. It’s kind of a sickness really. So it’s good that I’m here at Twilighters Anonymous. Though I don’t think I’m ready to admit that I have a problem, so I think I fail step one already. I have no desire to be reformed!
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