Title: Email
Author: Clairavance
Email: clairavance@hotmail.com
Rating: General
Spoilers: The Forbidden Game
Disclaimers: The concepts and characters of FG belong to L.J. Smith.
Faye is my OC.
Summary: Random 'squabble' between friends.


Cat-tilted eyes the colour of lapis lazuli and as a cold as arctic
waters stared blandly back at the screen before him. He hummed
quietly, his voice dancing with elemental tingles as his gaze scanned
the lines before him. He paused for a brief instant – amusement
crossed his perfectly sculpted features and his heavy lidded eyes
drooped slightly. The reference to him as the Pied Piper was
surprisingly accurate. He would have laughed if he wasn’t so damn
lazy. Humans weren’t intellectually undeveloped after all. He resumed
humming the eerie lullaby and only paused when a little window popped
up in the bottom right corner of the screen.

"Could you stop that?" A female voice chided across from him. "You’re
freaking me out."

His veiled gaze lifted to meet the piercing eyes like autumn blaze
staring back at him, a look of pure annoyance on the pretty face
spurring on the malicious nature inside of him.

"What’s this firestone crap about? I don’t have wheels." He retorted
evenly.

"It’s your fan mail." The answer came simply.

He stared back at her nonchalantly, leaning back in the chair,
waiting.

"Firestone magic. One word." Faye sighed irritably. "I opened a gmail
account for you. I’m tired of getting threatening emails and being
harassed by your much obsessed fans. I’ll forward all the mails I got
to you, right."

"What makes you think I’m interested ?" Julian cocked an eyebrow at
her quizzically.

"Please, why wouldn’t you be? It’s not like you’ve got anything better
to do. You’re on that website gloating in the glory that is yours from
admiring fans all day. You’re hungry for the attention. You might as
well put it out there." Faye pointed out without looking at him.

"Very amusing, Faye."

"Don’t worry too much about it, Julian. I’m pretty sure everyone is
aware how conceited you are. For some wacked out reason it’s one of
the attributes that make you irresistible." Faye sighed.

"You find me irresistible?" Julian grinned hungrily.

"Stuff off, shadow boy."

"You only hate me ‘cause I’m perfect." Julian remarked at her snide
retort. Satisfied that he’d gotten the last say, Julian resumed his
activity and continued humming the oddly beautiful lullaby again.

Fin.