Why Not

This story is rated M VAMPYR - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - Not finished Did a huge edit-update to VAMPYR ... fixed pacing and formatting and smoothed out the plot and side plots.

Summary: Can Nancy have thirty minutes to herself so she can finish her college admissions? A few seconds, so, she can ask the vampire that keeps staring at her from the stage at The Hideout, what her deal is? So what if she's nice to look at too.

Nancy didn't ask for any of this.

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vampire!Robin/Nancy and vampire melodrama. Lots of vampire melodrama.

Nancy's a Papillion and Robin's a Afghan Hound (unintentionally looks a little high, lol)

Grief's Hard, Grieving's Harder

a 502 word Flash Fiction

This song is top 3 at least of very dramatic Video Game Theme Songs that work with Ronance ... especially in a AU setting

Eyes on Me from Final Fantasy 8

Lyrics below

This story is rated T

The Day A Wheeler Went Missing: 1 - 2 - 3 - Not finished

Chapter 3 Excerpt:

“Is this really a good idea?”

The petite brunette stepped in close, craning her neck to look her brother in the face. “If you have one, be my guest, but we only have so much time.” She glanced at their other companions. The small group of travelers were retracing their steps. Their previous surveillance, a bust. “We got our confirmation. Something has changed at the Creel House, Max and Chrissy said as much. ‘There’s an aura about that place that wasn’t there before.’”

This story is rated T

The Day A Wheeler Went Missing: 1 - 2 - Not finished Summary: This story's a look at how even the littlest of contact can still impact two people’s lives.

The Earthquake of ‘86 may have caused their world to turn around, but it wasn't until the day Holly Wheeler went missing that everything went even more Upside Down.

Or The day Holly went missing would have more ramifications than Nancy, Robin and the others would ever expect.

Chapter 1 Excerpt: A tall blonde stepped through. She let the door slide shut, then locked the flimsy lock.

“Robin?” Nancy asked, as if they hadn’t seen each other during the last few days of this Thanksgiving Break, given they shared the same friends. But outside the spare late-night phone call after a nightmare. Neither blonde nor brunette had actively sought to talk to the other following that one weekend visit Nancy took to see Robin in New York City. “What are you doing here?”