Lance Fiction


Forever Young
Author: Kaylee Peaches
Current Stats: Short story
Status: Finished
Rating: PG13
Author's E-mail:kayleepeaches@yahoo.com
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 "Allie, please tell me what's wrong,"
"I sprained my knee today,"
"That really isn't anything to cry about, Allie."
"Yeah it is. Dr. Reilly told me that he is going to use this little scope to look inside my knee."
"Why?"
"He wants to make sure that the cancer hasn't returned."
"That's not bad. What's there to be scared of?"
"Lance I have a third degree sprain! I scared that another tumor is there and this time the cancer spread!"
"Come on, Allie. This is the first time in 5 years that you've hurt you knee this bad. Why would it return now?"
She didn't answer. He could tell that she was upset.
"Allie, would you like me to be there when they look at your knee?"
"Please,"
"Sure. When is it?"
"Tuesday at 9 am at the University Medical Center."
"I'll be there. So don't worry."

Undead Sexy
Author: Vampira
Current Stats: Prologue and 8 Chapters
Status: Finished
Rating: PG - PG13 - R for language, content, and situations and other ugly stuff.
Author's E-mail: Vamp921@aol.com
Chapter Page here.
 "Damn it! I told you it wasn’t safe!" Lance yelled, "Someone get me two wet washcloths!" Joey disappeared into the bathroom.
"What happened?" Justin gazed at her neck with a nauseated look on his face.
"Some crazy guy attacked her before I caught up to her, she’s still alive, but she’s lost a lot of blood. Bri! Bri, can you hear me? Please wake up," Lance held her hand and spoke softly to her. Joey returned with the washcloths. Lance wiped the blood off her neck and dabbed her forehead with the other.
"Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, just give me a minute," Lance told him.
"Oh man, Lance I’m so sorry," Justin pleaded, "We shouldn’t have let her go by herself."
Joey looked like he was about to get sick or cry, maybe both. JC was obviously worried but didn’t really know why Lance was so mad at everyone else. Chris and Justin had a terribly shameful look on their faces. Lance went to flip over the washcloth on her neck, when he saw she was beginning to clot in the shape of round little holes and she was bleeding no where near as much as before. How the hell is she clotting already? A groan came from Bri‘s throat and she looked up into 5 worried faces.

Undead Sexy 2
Author: Vampira
Current Stats: 6 Chapters
Status: Finished
Rating: PG13
Author E-mail: Vamp921@aol.com
Chapter Page here.
 Hours later, Bri finally awoke. She looked fine, except for the large bruise across the left side of her face from the back of Lance’s hand. He was still awake waiting for her to get up. He tossed her a container of pig’s blood. She licked her lips and downed it quickly. She breathed deeply through her nose, feeling what she was now capable of and smelling everything within a few hundred feet. She started sneezing.
"I can’t stay here, too damn dusty." Hey I didn’t say that, or drink that. What’s going on? Why can’t I control myself? Why are my lips moving when I talk? Bri’s persona started panicking, being trapped and not having control of her own body scared her too much for her own comfort. She guessed that was what she got for watching Sci-fi movies too many times.
"Then go home. It ain’t bothering me, I’m staying," Lance told her without a care. Bri gave him a "Fine, don’t care about me" look, made a "Psht!" noise and left. "Punk," she muttered under her breath.
Finally reaching their house, Bri wandered aimlessly through it, looking for Scoop. She was hungry, after all. OK, I better not try to eat my own pet. "Here, Kitty, kitty, kitty," Bri called. "Damn smart cat. Ooh!" A flash of light caught her eye from the hallway outside their bedroom. Still on the dresser, were the engagement ring and the charm bracelet Lance had given her. Bri picked the ring up, slipped it on her finger and admired it. The facets of the diamond caught the sunlight. Bri’s eyebrows drew together at a slight recollection of why the ring was there.

Generation Gap
Author: smack_584
Current Stats: 2 parts
Status: Finished
Rating: PG13
Author's E-mail: smack_584@hotmail.com
Part 1
Part 2
 "Who are you? What are you doing here in my room, in my bed?" the figure asked, then started coughing violently.
"I'm Lance Bass. This is my aunt's house. Who are you?," Lance shivered in the cold, wearing only his boxer short.
The figure stepped forward, and moonlight hit his face. Lance gasped as he saw the mirror image of himself dress in an oldfashioned night shirt.
"I'm James Lance Bass. This is my room. Who is that?" James moved closer to where Hannah was sleeping in the bed.
"Laura. My Laura," he said slowly, touching Hannah's face.
"Stop it, that's not Laura. That's my fiancee Hannah," Lance knocked James's hand from Hannah's face. "Don't touch her."
James narrowed his green eyes at Lance. "Don't tell me I don't even know who my own girlfriend is. I may be sick but I'm not, stupid," James started to cough again. He held a handkerchief to his mouth as he cough. It was spattered with blood as he tried to talk.

No One Can Hear You Scream
Author: smack_584
Current Stats: Short story
Status: Finished
Rating: PG13
Author's E-mail: smack_584@hotmail.com
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 “Yeah well. Guess you win,” Meredith let Lance pull her into his lap, and kiss her. Carmen was shocked, but remained quiet in the shadows.
“You as well as I do you can’t do vocals at this time of night. So we’ll have to find something, else to do,” Meredith ran her hands down Lance’s chest. Lance’s eyes dropped to half open and he smiled.
“Come on, we better get in there before someone hears us,” Lance pulled Meredith towards the booth.
“Who? You mean Carmen? She was passed out on the couch,” Meredith frowned, “and besides, she hasn’t caught us yet. And it’s been, what, 4 months?”