Hi, again, favorite reviewers! So to all you Jelsa fans guess what favorite author (I like to imagine) of yours just opened a new Jelsa story? It's different from the norm. It's not modern at all. It's suspenseful and pretty dark and twisted. But it should be pretty amazing.

I'm sorry for using this for any publicity but I figured some of you would like to know. Let me just give all the credit for the story and main plot line to BloodJewel, the awesome guest reviewer who should TOTALLY MAKE A FREE ACCOUNT ON HERE SO I CAN ASK YOU FOR HELP/ADVICE ON KINDA-HALF-YOUR STORY! Anyway, it's a - wait for it - vampire fanfic! Cue the gasps. NO IT IS NOT A TWILIGHT TYPE OF VAMPIRE STORY.

It is dark and the vampires are freaking scary murderous things. To quote from BloodJewel 'because vampires don't sparkle.'

The title is 'Blood & Lust' and it is up and I would appreciate some reviews. That being said, here is a snippet you can find in the first chapter but it is not all of he chapter so go read that if you like what you see. Or if you don't. I love critisism.

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"Is that a family name?" Elsa blurted. She heard Walt address the man as Jack Frost. For some reason, it rang a bell. All eyes turned on her. Walt and Lillian sent glares. She wasn't supposed to speak out of turn, but of course, Elsa didn't listen.

Jack didn't seem to mind. "Yes, actually, how did you know?" She didn't appreciate the way he looked at her. She suddenly remembered that she was naked in her not-so-much-dream.

Rolling her eyes while blushing, she explained. "I think…wasn't there a Jack Frost who ruled here once?" She turned to her father, who was a stickler for this kind of stuff. He nodded with a grim smile, proud to know she was actually reading her history. Well…she had just read that tidbit in the book. It was rumored he was turned into a vampire – the vampire.

"Yes," Lillian spoke, looking at her feet in dismay. "Those were harsh times." Jack's eyes seemed to be challenging something, but what she could not tell: Lillian, or that statement? "Jack Frost of Guardia, ancestor of Jack the Ripper-,"

"Is that the name we gave him?" Jack's smirked smugly, his hands spread wide as if this were his own court. Elsa grew weary of his cockiness. Something was definitely wrong with this man. If she didn't know any better – no, she couldn't risk thinking like that. People would think she was crazy! "That's impressive. Original. I love it."

"What is your business here?" Walt interrupted Jack's fiesta. Jack narrowed his eyes at the aged man.

"Why, isn't it obvious?" He laughed with glee, walking forward to Elsa's throne. She stiffened when he took her hand. His gentle grasp startled her, but the coldness of his palm shocked her more. "How would you like to be my queen?"

Laughter filled the room. So many people were laughing. She could tell Jack didn't like it, but the laughter continued anyhow. Elsa herself was laughing hardest, giggles set aside for a moment like this. The mere thought of being this cold man's wife seemed so impossible she had to laugh. "Your queen? I would do no such thing when I have my own throne awaiting me here." She tried not to sound so rude and repulsed, but she wasn't an actress. And Jack wasn't born yesterday.

His eyes burst to flames. "You aren't aware, fair maiden, of how vast my kingdom is compared to yours."

"And what is that?" Elsa giggled

"I rule Guardia," Jack snorted, walking past her as if she were nothing. He addressed her father. "Since she finds this a joke, I'll deal with you."

"Deal?" Elsa retorted, smothering all jokes aside. Her mother glared at her. "I am no prize."

"Elsa! That is enough," Walt interrupted. "You've disrupted this court enough. Silence." Elsa looked less than surprised. She has been told that before, but never on such a personal matter. She looked between her mother and father, but they held the same look. In fact, the only one nearest her side was the mysterious Jack Frost. "Now I'm sorry Jack, but size is only another reason to keep my daughter here. We cannot risk a change in power so large. I'm sure you understand."

Jack shifted his feet, debating strategically on his next answer. Finally, he exhaled loudly, moving back to the middle of the court. "No, I don't. I've been ruling for over four hundred years. Shifting my power isn't something I admire. So. That being said, would you like to reconsider your answer, my king?" He taunted Walt in such a carefree manner. Walt and Lillian looked between each other, utterly shocked. Elsa's jaw dropped.

She knew exactly what this meant. Jack Frost stood before her: the Jack Frost

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What do you think? Check it out on my page. Blood & Lust. Again, don't hate me. (If you all didn't get who posted a new story, that's me! Your fav author on here, right guys?)