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Twenty years after arriving on the scene with her memorable, Watermark, album, Enya, is set to release her seventh studio album, And Winter Came. As a well known artist. selling 70 million albums. worldwide, we can expect Enya's latest effort to garner brisk sales when it arrives in stores on November 11, 2008.

And Winter Came took Enya two years to craft at Aigle Studios near Dublin, Ireland. Once again, she sought partnership with producer, Nicky Ryan, and lyricist, Roma Ryan. The album was originally envisioned as a Christmas themed release, but as recording progressed, it became apparent that a broader seasonal theme had emerged.


 

During her career, Enya has collected four Grammy Awards, winning Best New Age Album for Shepherd Moons, The Memory of Trees, A Day Without Rain, and Amarantine, as well as three World Music Awards in 2002 for Best Selling Female Artist, Best Selling Irish Artist and Best Selling New Age Artist.

Enya has also earned an Oscar nomination for Best Song Written For A Motion Picture, both in conjunction with her musical partners Nicky and Roma Ryan, for the song, May It Be, which was written and recorded for the movie, Lord Of The Rings - The Fellowship Of The Ring. May It Be was written at the personal request of director, Peter Jackson. The song also won the Los Angeles Film Critics Association award for Best Song and was also nominated for a Hollywood Golden Globe Award

Check out your local music store on November 11.

bwahahah, you love me!...right? you do right! gah! you're seeing someone on the side! *sniffle sniffle* hah, jk

 

Chapter 16:

 

            For Enya, everything was back to normal, save for the fact that she kept having the same dream over and over again. And it seemed that no matter how she played it, Patrick would always end up biting her. But for some reason, every dream after the first time she had the dream, when Patrick bit her, it actually felt…good. She didn’t feel the piercing pain of teeth cutting into her flesh; she instead felt strange waves of pleasure. And when she woke up, she always woke up panting.

            It was quite different for Patrick though. Ever since the night that he had heard Enya say “I love you too Patrick” in her sleep, his world had turned around. When he got home that night, he had found Brenda and Pete flirting on the couch in his living room. Patrick growled, which was strange, he and Pete didn’t usually fight over a girl. “Hey man, relax” Pete had said, scooting away from Brenda, they had practically been on top of each other. “We were just talking, no harm done” and with that Pete had left, but not before blowing a quick kiss to Brenda, who had only smiled in return, when Pete left, she said, “Hey, your friends hot”. And she got up, following Patrick to his bedroom, but he had shaken his head. “No, Brenda, I think I’ll sleep alone tonight”. That night Patrick had cried himself to sleep. The blood tinged tears staining his silken sheets. He didn’t cry for one specific reason, he had cried for all the mistakes in his life, the ones that didn’t lead to anything good. And he cried because he was starting to think that leaving Enya was a mistake as well, one that led to nothing good, nothing good at all.

            Also that night, Brenda had heard him crying, but made no move to comfort him, she knew he wanted to be alone. But she couldn’t help but wondering just what he was crying about. That morning, Brenda had asked him why he was crying. Patrick flushed, “nothing, mind your business” he snapped back, Brenda took offense, and stalked off. Later on that afternoon, he came back. “Brenda, look, I’m sorry about this morning, I just, I-I needed some alone time is all. I shouldn’t of snapped at you like that” Brenda thought that it was so sweet that he had apologized, and immediately after exchanging her own apology, crazy, desperate sex  followed.

            It was now three days later, three days after the night Patrick had spied on Enya. And save for Brenda’s blood on the night they had sex, he hadn’t properly fed since. After spending a whole day walking in the wood behind the mansion, seeing as it was a perfectly cloudy day, Patrick had gone back, still thinking to himself. When he walked into the apartment, he found Pete, Mikey, Brenda, and William all whispering to each other. “What’s goin’ on?” Patrick asked, thinking that he would’ve cleaned up if he knew that William was going to be here. William walked forward, his stride fluid and graceful. “Patrick, we are here for an intervention” Patrick’s eyebrows furrowed, “Intervention? I’m not on drugs…”. Pete came forward, “No, not that kind of intervention ‘trick, you haven’t fed in days, and it’s showing, you need to feed soon, otherwise you’ll be too weak to even get up” Everyone nodded. Brenda came to Patrick, hugging him, “I’m worried for you babe, I don’t want you to die” she whispered in his ear. Mikey spoke next, “How about we take you hunting tonight, we’ll get you a nice brunette, just like you li-“ “No that’s okay” Patrick cut him off.  “I don’t want to, honest I’m not hungry”. William growled, “Patrick, how do you expect to be one of my top men if you can’t even handle yourself, you will go out and feed, and NOW” William growled again, and walked past Patrick. Just as he was about to walk out the door he turned around, “and that’s an order” he growled, and left.

            Patrick was stunned, and everyone stood there for a moment. Finally, Pete spoke again, “’trick, I think you better do what he says, just go out, get yourself someone, and feed, you don’t have to drain the person, but at least get something.” Everyone nodded in agreement. Patrick gave in. “Fine” he snapped, and went into his bedroom to get ready. He was in his closet, trying to buy some time by pretending to be trying to chose a hat, when he sensed Brenda’s presence. “What?” he growled, Brenda spoke, her voice soft, “nothing babe I was just wondering if you want me…if you want me too come with you…” Patrick turned, “um, no, that’s okay” his voice grew soft as well. Brenda looked down, as if she was ashamed. But she looked up again, Patrick’s eyes were a light light shade of purple, which meant that he was feeling caring and loving. Brenda smiled, and went up to kiss him sweetly on the lips. When they pulled apart, their lips barely brushing, Patrick spoke, “I have to go babe, I’ll be back soon okay?” Brenda nodded, and smiled, “get yourself a good one”. Patrick leaned away, and nodded. But then Brenda’s smiled turned into a pout, “but not too good, not one that’s prettier than me, even though no human is prettier than me” she said, in a girly girl voice, flipping her flawless hair with her hand, “but don’t get too carried away”. Patrick sighed, missing the caring, non-bitchy part of Brenda he had just seen seconds ago, and nodded.

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haha, just when you thought she wasn't a biotch anymore.... oh! and i want to change something about my vampire lore, instead of a trancelike sleep, they just sleep normally. k! c ya!

hah, well, this one is short, so i decided to a double one! yay me!

 

Chapter 14:

            When Gerard and Enya got home, sweating and out of breath. Gerard turned to Enya, now full of anger. “Enya, what the FUCK were you thinking!” he panted some more, trying to catch his breath, “You could of got, fucking killed! You know better than to try and attack two, fuck, TWO mother fucking just newly fed vampires Enya! Fuck!” Gerard finished, still out of breath from cursing so much. Enya had already caught her breath, and was sitting down on a chair that was in the foyer. Then, everyone came out of the other rooms of the house, Travis came first. “Fuck Gerard, what’s with all the commotion, some people are actually trying to catch some z’s over here” he said, he was shirtless, and only had one some pajama pants. Enya flushed at the sight. He noticed this and looked down too see if something was wrong, he looked at Enya again, “what?” Enya shook her head, chuckling, “nothing Travis… by the way, nice six pack” she said, as she walked by everyone to her room. When Travis mentioned sleep, it only reminded her of how tired she was, and it was already a bit past 5:30 am. When she left the room, everyone looked at each other, Gerard had caught his breath, and was just standing there, Bob and Frank were both in skull and crossbones boxers, Disashi was in boxer briefs, and Travis’s pajama pants were yellow and fuzzy, with Spongebob’s face all over them, Ray was actually wrapped up in his bed sheets, trying to hide his nakedness. And they all just stood there, taking in everyone else’s sleeping clothes, finally, Disashi spoke up, “so uh guys… how’s it goin’?” Frank and Bob snorted, and turned around to go back to their rooms down the hall; Travis just shook his head and grabbed Disashi’s hand, and dragged him up to their room. Which only left Ray and Gerard, Gerard smirked, “what are ya trying to hide under there baby?” Ray blushed slightly. “Nothin” he replied back. Gerard took off his jacket and hung it on a hook, and went up to Ray. “Well, let me see”, and Gerard yanked the blanket off of Ray. Ray squealed, “Gerard!” he whispered fiercely, trying not to wake everyone. Gerard only chuckled, and pulled Ray closer, kissing him hard on the lips. He grabbed Ray’s ass and squeezed, “mine” he growled. And Ray nodded, “yeah, yours” and he scooped up the blanket, wrapping with both himself and Gerard in it, and carried him to their room.

 

Chapter 15:

She woke up, groggy and tired. She looked down, and saw that two arms were wrapped around her waist. She turned her head a bit, and found Patrick, who was snuggled close to her. He wasn’t pale, and the moonlight shone on his skin, making the golden hairs on his arms shimmer a bit. She turned around fully to face Patrick, who was breathing comfortably, if she listened closely, she could here the slight thump of his heart. When she was facing his bare chest, Patrick shifted, pulling her closer and tighter to him, she let out a small gasp, as she felt his cold feet wrap around her own, trying to warm up. But other than that, he was otherwise warm. Like a teddy bear Enya thought. She looked upon his features, his round face, and his medium sized nose. The strawberry blonde hair ruffled and a bit staticy. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to remember if this was real. But she opened them as soon as she felt like she was being watched. Patrick was staring back at her, his blue green eyes taking in her features as well. He rubbed her back, in the certain spot that he knew she liked. She moaned in pleasure, and he brought his lips crashing onto hers. She kissed back, feeling all of the love and passion that he had for her. After a while, they slightly pulled apart, their lips barely brushing. “I love you baby” Patrick said softly, he started trailing kisses to her neck. “I love you too Patrick” Enya whispered. Patrick stopped, his lips at her throat. “I love you so much” he whispered against her skin, “And I want you”, and with that, Enya could feel the piercing pain of fangs entering her throat.

            Enya woke up with a start. Damn it! Just a dream! She thought to herself, trying to calm down. She looked at her nightstand clock, 7:00pm? Damn, who’s turn is it to patrol tonight? She couldn’t remember, but figured it couldn’t be her because she had done it last night. She rolled over, trying to gain back her sleep. When she noticed that her window was open. Hmm, I don’t remember opening it… but she shrugged it off, figuring that she was still a bit delusional from her grogginess.

            Meanwhile, Patrick sat hunched in the shadows next to Enya’s window. Trying to reason out if what he just heard was real. She loves me he thought incredulously. He had heard Enya talk in her sleep. And she had said that she loved him. Not only was that shocking to Patrick, but just the fact that she was dreaming of him in such a way was enough to almost make him fall of the building. He had come here tonight to spy on the hunters, on William’s orders. Patrick requested that he go alone, and William granted it. Mostly it was because he wanted to get away from Brenda, who got uglier and uglier as Patrick started to get to know her personality a lot more. Last night in the ally way, when Enya had called her a skank and a bitch, he couldn’t help but think that she was partly right. And he thought that he was falling for her, possibly already have fallen for her, but, this, this whole thing about Enya saying she loved him, was enough to shake his world. His eyes had been infinitely green the whole day, all Brenda wanted to do was have sex, and, be a bitch to everyone (especially now that Enya had ruined her pants, even if she a million similar jeans) and be seductive. He didn’t mind the sex part so much, and he got slightly hard every time she tossed him a glance that said god, if I could, I would get up and fuck you right here and now, in front of everyone. But truth is, Brenda was one of those, girly girl types, it reminded him of high school, something he hadn’t thought about in a long long time. She was one of those, bubble gum chewing, dog in purse carrying blondes that were so cliché that it wasn’t even funny.

            He hopped down from the roof, thinking about it more while walking back to the mansion. High School… he thought about it. It was where he first met Enya. They had known each other since 10^th grade. That’s also when he got to know Pete, and Joe. He met Andy later. That is to say, they went to the same school together, since 9^th grade, but it was in 10^th that they had become friends. He thought back to the day that Enya had first talked to him.

 

*flashback*

Patrick was coming back from band practice, he was still in his outfit, and dreaded the fact that you actually had to go through school just to get to the fucking parking lot. He walked quickly, holding up his folder of sheet music up high, trying to not get noticed. He walked past the jocks who were huddled in one corner, and they laughed at him as he walked by. “Hey band geek!” one had called out, “hey! Were ya goin band geek? To the gay fest?” Patrick scowled, he hated when they called his band uniform gay, but he had to admit, it was pretty unfortunate that the school’s team colors were green and baby blue, almost the color of his eyes. He continued walking, picking up his pace. He walked by a group of girls who were whispering and giggling to each other. “Hey geek, the gay parade went by here a while ago, you’re late”. Patrick turned to face the girl, it was Julie, the most ‘popular’ girl in school. Next to her was Enya, who was frowning a bit, and leaning on a locker, he looked at Enya, she was very pretty, but he knew that he didn’t have a chance in heaven with her, he continued on walking, his pale cheeks blushing with embarrassment. Enya leaned off her locker, “God Julie, you’re such a bitch sometimes” and she jogged off to find Patrick, who by now was near tears at the embarrassment of being called ‘gay’ and ‘band geek’ by several other groups of people by now. He finally reached the parking lot, and was just about to reach his car when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, accidentally knocking the person who had touched him down and spilling his sheet music all over the ground. He looked, and gasped, it was Enya. He stuttered “uh-ah- gah, so-sorry” he extended his hand to Enya, who grasped it and pulled herself up. She’s very light Patrick had thought to himself. Enya stood there, brushing herself off. Patrick stammered, and in an attempt to hide his blushing cheeks, he bent down to try and collect his sheet music. Enya leaned down as well, trying to help. Once they were done, they both stood up, and Patrick just stood there, at a loss for words. Enya smiled and handed him the music, which he quickly stuffed into his folder, not caring if the arrangements were out of order. “Th-thank you” he managed to stutter out. Enya smiled, “uh, yeah, no problem” there was an awkward silence. “uh, listen…sorry about Julie, she’s a bitch” she said. “yeah, she is” Patrick agreed,  Enya cocked her eyebrow, Patrick flushed, “uh, I mean, no, she’s, uh, your friend, but um, ugh, shit” he cursed himself, he was never one to be good with the ladies. Enya laughed a bit, “yeah, it’s okay, I know what you mean.” She looked down, her cheeks flushing as well. “Well, uh, guess you need to go, uh, Patrick?” Patrick was shocked at how she knew his name. “um, yeah, I have to got to um… work! Yeah, work…um, see you, Enya” Enya smiled, “see you Patrick”.

*end flashback*

 

It was ever since then that Enya had started sitting with him at lunch. They had become friends, and eventually, when they graduated, and by the time Fall Out Boy was a band and they started making their first full album, ‘Take This To Your Grave’ Enya and him were already dating. Enya was friends with everyone in the band, and she had always supported Patrick and his music, and she was very musically talented herself. She could sing, and play guitar decently, and she also sometimes helped him compose new pieces. Enya had been with him through all of their highs and lows, and he had loved her very much…had. And that was the key word. He chose this, no, not being turned, but he had chosen to stay with William, to be one of his Dandies. And so had him and Pete and everyone else William had taken that night. And that first night when he saw Enya the first time after he was turned, he had been nearly driven mad at the scent of Enya. He chose this because he thought that Enya would hate him for what he had become, and she did, she was disgusted that he was and immortal, bloodthirsty machine. But now, he wasn’t so sure.

 

 

Chapter 8:

            Enya scowled at Patrick, and swung around her swords pointing them both at Patrick’s heart and head. Patrick held up his dagger, pointing it to Enya’s neck. She glared at him and lunged forward. But Patrick, being a vampire, could move at inhuman speeds, so he quickly moved out of the way. But Enya knowing he would move before she got to strike, quickly shifted her swords so they were pointing outwards to her right, where she guessed Patrick would pass by. She was right, she felt her rapier move through flesh. And spun around to see Patrick standing there, a surprised look on his face. Enya’s rapier had slashed through his Dandie suit, and into his flesh, she had left a deep gash on his left torso. It healed quickly, but Patrick was irritated that she had ruined his suit. His eyes were green with annoyance tinged with red for bloodlust. He growled and this time, he made a move against Enya. She spun around, using the swords to block any Patrick’s moves. His dagger clinked against her swords. Soon, it began to be too much to use two swords, so Enya quickly decided to just use her rapier, even though it would impair her speed a bit. She quickly sheathed her katana and lunged at Patrick once again. The fight went on like this for several minutes, Enya occasionally getting in blows to Patrick’s torso, only to have them heal again. Patrick got in a small blow to Enya’s shoulder, enough to cut through her hoodie and slightly rip the skin. Patrick’s eyes turned an even deeper red at the scent of the fresh blood. They fought like this for several more minutes, neither of them getting in blows, and so far no one had said a word, there were only snarls from Patrick and grunts and gasps from Enya. Soon, Patrick became too fast for her, and he disappeared into the darkness. Enya spun around, her rapier stained with Patrick’s blood. She peered here and there, looking for him, and while doing so, she took in the fight around her. The Dandies had lost few, and the punks were slowly overtaking the hunters. She sighed with relief when she saw that none of her people were dead, but knew that they would have to make a retreat soon. She looked around for Patrick frantically, not wanting to be surprised by him.

            Suddenly, she felt arms wrap around her waist, and a cold hand cover her mouth. The hand tilted her head, revealing her neck. “Mmm, why don’t you come over here with me sweetie?” Patrick said in her ear, his voice was smooth, like velvet. She tried to free herself as he dragged her backwards into the darkness. Patrick chuckled evilly in her ear. “There’s no getting out of this one Enya”. Enya wanted to bite down on his hand, but quickly re-thunk it seeing as Patrick’s skin was as hard, and cold as stone. She quickly ran over ways she could possibly get out of Patrick’s grip, he had the hand with her rapier in it pinned down. They were moving closer and closer to a nearby ally way and further and further away from the fight. She thought quickly. She remembered that her katana was still in its sheath, and much to her surprise, she was barely able to move her arm to unsheathe it. She counted to three in her head, and on three, she elbowed Patrick in the stomach as hard she could, and unsheathed her katana. Patrick stumbled backwards, Enya obviously having knocked the breath right out of him. She took no time in pinning him against the wall with her swords. She did it in a scissor like fashion, so that Patrick’s neck was in between both her blades. Her whole upper arm was throbbing, and it felt like she had elbowed a rock. She winced in pain, but kept Patrick pinned. He looked up at her, his irises black with rage and his pupil’s blood red. A shiver ran down her spine. Patrick smirked, his fangs long and sharp. “So what now dear? Gonna behead me?” Patrick asked in a mocking tone, Enya glared at him. “What, after all of the heartbreak I made you go through, you’re not going to rid me of my immortality?” He said, he pouted in mock sadness. Something stirred within Enya, the comments Patrick made no effect on her, after hunting for so long, you learn to ignore vampire’s comments against you, because that’s how they get you to do what they want. But something inside her told her that she couldn’t do this. She sighed, knowing she would regret doing this, but she swiftly sheathed her swords and ran away as fast as she could, Patrick didn’t follow.

welll, someone (thanks sunrise101) seems to be reading and liking, (gasp!) so here it is,  chapter 2, all in one day too!

enjoy! comment! or buzz!

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Chapter 2:

            The riff on the Pearl Jam song was hard, but Enya got through it. Ray though, was having an exceptionally hard time. Which was extremely funny and deliciously ironic to Enya, seeing as he used to be, and still is, the main guitarist for My Chemical Romance. Travis, Gerard, Frank, Disashi, and Bob all sat on the two couches in the lounge area, watching the two face off. One side, which was made up of Gerard, Frank and Bob, were all cheering for Enya, the other side, Travis, and Bob, were all for Ray. “Common Ray! I’ve got 25 bucks on you man!” Travis screamed, bouncing Disashi, who was sitting on his lap, up and down. “No! common Enya! You can do it! Beat his ass!” Frank cheered. Enya was doing great, and Ray wasn’t far behind now. They were in the final minute of the song, and Enya had just gained star power. “COMMON! USE THE STAR POWER!!” Frank screeched, Enya smiled, and jerked the guitar upwards, she played the oncoming riff without missing a note. Unfortunately, Ray didn’t do so great. The final note came, and she whammied it, gaining her an extra 100 points. Finally the song ended. Travis screamed a dramatic “NO!!!” and sunk to the floor in mock sadness. Disashi was practically thrown off of him, and managed to fall onto the couch instead of the floor. Gerard, Frank, and Bob all stood up and cheered for Enya, hugging and congratulating her. Enya was all smiles. She turned to Ray, Ray stuck out his hand in a handshake. “You know, for a human, you ain’t so bad” Enya giggled “And for a vampire, you suck Ray” Enya said. Gerard, Frank and Bob all laughed hysterically, “Aw thanks guys, way to support you lead guitarist” Ray said, sarcasm lacing his voice. “And you Gerard! How could you not support your own boyfriend!” Ray said pouting a little. Gerard stopped laughing, and wrapped his arms around Ray’s waist. “aw, Ray, you know I love you” he said, placing a quick peck on his lips. “Now, that’s more like it” Ray said, and scooped up Gerard in his arms, and carried him off to their bedroom. “Well, we all know what they’re about to do!” Enya said, giggling a bit. Frank and Bob grimaced. “that’s gross” Frank said, “yeah” Bob agreed. That’s when a moan came from behind both of them. They all turned around only to find Travis and Disashi making out on the couch “ew!!!” they all screamed at once, and Frank, Bob, and Enya ran out of the room into the kitchen.

When they got there, Frank and Bob both sat on the stools, and Enya simply leaned against the counter. They sat there for a couple of minutes, all thinking to themselves. Finally, Enya spoke. “Soooo, what’s it like to be the only straight guys in the house?” Enya said, sounding like an interviewer. Frank and Bob both rolled their eyes at her. “weird” they both said at the same time. They all laughed. And Enya couldn’t help but think that for the moment, just sitting here with her friends, that everything was going to be allright.

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hah, i remember when i was typing this, a similar situation happened to me that day...