wow! I'm glad I found this story I was hooked after the first couple of lines. This also kind of reminded me of that movie underworld. Anyway I hope you write more of this story soon since I love vampires and werewolfs and portman and fulton.

My God you know what I realized?

I am a stupid mother **

Why...on this green earth did I not review this? Why didn't I put this on my favorites? Am I that brain dead? I must be. I would HAVE to be to not put this on my favorites. God. I saw that this had another chapter and my insides literally tightened and I had to read it. It's damn near 2:30 here, and I'm about ready to fall asleep, but thanks to the hot imagery you've given me here, my dreams shall be pleasant.

To make up for my absence of reviewing, I shall make this review long and share my love for this story.

As always, this chapter rocked. I mean, I don't think the term 'rocked' is even suitable for such a chapter. This should be published somewhere. And if not THIS story, then you should be a writer. Your beautiful imagery and strong passion is enough to get anyone hooked. You are too cool.

“If I died, could we be together?”

That was so sweet. It was like something out of a fairy tale storybook where forbidden love must overcome such tough obstacles that you can't HELP but fall head over heels with. *sigh*

And this darling little piece of imagery here:

-Portman enfolded Fulton, still wet and shivering, in his massive wings. They stayed like that for hours, taking comfort in each other’s warmth for the first time since Lobo’s death, before they finally fell into a fitful sleep.-

...there is nothing I ca really say to that. It was...kind of romantic in my own, sick, twisted mind.

I still can't say enough! I could go on for HOURS and STILL not express the Baldwinlicious ** that you write. I honestly don't know how you do it. The entire flashback with Lobo getting his head blown off by a stroke of lightning was beyond my own intelligence and I couldn't believe how awesome that was. Your major strong point is with imagery and I could see the entire scene in my head, right down to the smell you were describing. That's awesome **. **.

After this, I was planning on going to read 'Desperation' by Stephen King, but now I want to read more of your stuff! You're writing makes Stephen King's writing look like childs play. Don't get me wrong, Stephen King is the greatest, but something about this story interests me. It's so dark and dismal and the fact that its about lovers who are willing to sacrifice EVERYTHING to be together is really inspiring. Everytime I read one of your chapters I get inspired to write. But I could never, ever, for the life of me write like you do. I think you need some real talent, soul, and passion to write like you do. You have to be THERE, feeling it all happen, visualize it happen, and I'm not there yet. But hey, I enjoy writing ** material, so why not do it, eh?

Anyway, there was never a point to this review, just a bunch of rambling. I'm off to probably read for a while, but still I shall reflect on what I just read by you, and feel that great sensation of...hmm...i guess you could say inspiration...and wait on the edge of my seat for more stuff by you. I can't wait.

Really.

-Chelsea-

ps. I'm not going to be a dork and i'm GOING TO ADD THIS TO MY FAVORITES!

i don't want to do this, but i'm going to start from the beginning. the end was almost too much for me, so i'll have to hold out and rant about that when i get there. it's best to do it this way, or i'll never finish my review...

interesting, the way portman felt that sense of vertigo. the way the trees felt like they were lifting him up after he and fulton's first night together, but now it gave him a plummeting feeling while everything else around them was going downhill as well. it's all perspective. that's all anything is. same with his questioning of weather hell could really be worse than what he was living through now.

i loved how the forest was acting out against portman for his act of murder. it seems very fitting for the time and place we're in for this story. and it kind of reminded me of the movie labyrinth, the way the paths change and everyone's trying to send sarah on the wrong path. the forest wants portman caught and given what he deserves, which is more than understandable, from her point of view. again, it's all the way you look at it. wasn't that how sarah worked out the labyrinth? didn't the little worm tell her it was all the way you look at things? when she was complaining that it just went on straight forever, no turns? ah, no matter, i can't remember anymore. it's been a while since i've seen that movie. but it's a good one. i should have to rent that again sometime soon...

"if i died, could we be together?" valid question, fulton dearest. kind of brought back memories of harry potter and the order of the phoenix, harry asking sir nicholas towards the end of the book if sirius could come back as a ghost. it's only logical for an innocent mind to think it could work, if the loved someone enough. not that fulton's all that innocent, but i don't think he's too far gone. i always felt he retained this air of youth or something about him. he's not all hard. dean seems like he might be, though. then again, that's also fitting, seeing as how fulton is mortal and portman is this celestial being. i always saw fult as a little softer, a little more human.

"you're going to get old and fat and grey and have eighty little werewolf pups and be the best alpha wolf anybody ever saw!" mwahaha! that was so adorable. i've heard this...well, something along these lines at least, before. it was cute, put a smile on my face. for a split-second. damn juxtaposition of cuteness and then BAM! fulton flipping out when dean mentioned his father. but i like that. OH! OH! and then he goes all warewolf-y! that was the hottest thing this side of macaulay culkin! actually, it was kind of scary, which works, because i think it was *supposed* to be. so yeah. i liked that bit very much.

and for some reason, this line struck a cord in me: "tears welled up in the young man's eyes and spilled over, cutting clean tracks down his dirty cheeks." i can't quite place what it is, but it gave me a little pang in my heart. if i ever figure out what it was, i'll be sure to let you know. not that you care, but still. i will. actually, that, and the series of events following it were so sweet but in a sad way. i'm not sure, there was just something about that whole bit that...i don't know...left me a little up, but feeling things were going to get worse before they got better again. and who knows how long *that* could take. this mofo's going to be an epic, ain't it? and can i just say that this, "portman enfolded fulton, still wet and shivering, in his massive wings," is a beautiful image. thanks for that.

very fitting that lobo's institution of carnivorous ways would apply to him as well. i'm sure he never thought he'd be food for his fellow pack members. that was the clincher for me. dean may have killed him (and might i add that it was SO kick-** with the lightning bolt and such, really dude, wow...KICK...**...), but you'd think the pack might give him a decent burial, he being the leader and all. but no, he was dinner. and ** did he deserve that. booya, grandma! flip fifty-seven! w00t!

yes, an adventure it will be, fulton. for all of us. so now i get to the end, finally, and what a long, strange trip it's been. really. this story keeps on twisting and turning as each paragraph goes by and it only keeps getting better and better with each twist and turn it takes. i get so lost in this world you’ve created, and you know i live for it. it's just so beautiful. why couldn't i have been born a hobbit or something?! it seems so fitting! gosh darnit! but the end of this chapter was just so perfect. you always know how to do it just right. "these woods are lovely, dark and deep, but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep. and miles to go before i sleep." a little more frost homage, as usual. i love all of his stuff. that poem in particular reminds me of...sophomore year, i believe it was? we had to memorize it and recite it for the teacher for a quiz grade. i fell in love with it, much the same as i have every time i read a poem by robert frost. whose woods these are i think i know...and so does fulton. and he loves those woods. he doesn't want to leave them, he knows them so well, he's spent his whole life within them. it must be heartbreaking for him to have to go, but he knows he has dean with him, and that's what keeps him going. or so i hope it will. they have their love for one another, let's hope that's enough. that, and no matter how far they run, no matter for how long, as long as they can stop every now and then to watch the woods fill up with snow, smell the roses, appreciate life and one another, it should get them through. that's my only bit of advice to our boys. i don't want to see anything happen to them. but i know they're in good hands, lyc, so i leave it to you to do what you do best - bless us all with beautiful stories such as this.

yes, my dear, you have *certainly* lived up to, and far surpassed, my expectations. as always.

until next time,
quimby

Wow. I totally didn't see this one coming. I admit that I was extremely skeptical when I saw the summary of this fic. It just didn't seem like the kind of Fulton/Portman fic I could understand and love. But then I saw who wrote it. That was enough for me to give the fic a chance and I'm glad that I did.

Somehow, you've managed to create an enthralling new world without losing the essence of the Bash Brothers that we all know and love. I can't really say I know what's to come, but I know that I'm looking forward to it.

Keep up the fascinating work, I'm definitely looking forward to the next part.

Wow. How'd I miss this one? Well, I'm glad I found it. Can't wait to see the next part. Tell me there is a next part. And tell me soon.

Xixie

*drops to the floor*
Okay. Okay.
*pulls self back up*
You make me so jealous, girl! If only I could write like you do! It's absolutely flawless and you make me mad! But in a good way, of course. I'm going to try and make this review kinda short and sweet, because sometimes you say more when you don't say a lot. Does that make sense? Of course not. I'm a loon. Okay. First of all, the whole plotline itself rules, so I give kick ** props to SchizoAuthoress, who I think you said came up with the idea. I'm a lazy **, so sometimes I don't understand what I'm reading but I go on anyway, unaware of what had just happened. But I *think* thats what's going on. Where was I? Oh yes. The plot. It ruled. And the fact that you've crossed your good pal Fulton Reed and a lycanthrope in the same story has got to be mad fun for you.
I felt like I was actually IN the story. The beginning where it's describing this forest, just puts me in a daze. It's perfect. Can't say enough about it.
Oh, and Lobo's a tard in my eyes, mainly because his name reminds me of Sheriff Lobo. Don't ask me how I know what that is or why I thought of it, but kick-** stories like this one tend to block out everything else BUT the story itself. So you take every little thought that arises while reading this and think about it the whole way through. That's how I am. Maybe I'm reading too much into this kick ** ** and actually sounding stupid but I don't care.
Actually, this wasn't a short and sweet review, but you get the idea that I absolutly loved it. You surpass your current greatness of writing as you go on and on and on. Congratulations. You rock.
-Chelsea

ho-ly **! wow, can i say that you have ONE chapter posted of this and i'm done for! hook, line, and sinker, baby! there's just so much going on in this. so many amazing stories i've read before are brought foreward in my mind by reading this piece. a little bit 'the hobbit,' a little bit 'good omens,' and hell, even a little bit 'lion king' every now and again. i think even michael jackson's 'thriller' started playing in the background of my mind for some reason or another. man, am i ** in the head, eh? well, in any case, since you probably don't want to hear about my deranged thougts on the stories this has reminded me of, i'll tell you what is true and most likely what you want to hear.

my dears, i loved it. the setting is fantastic, i'm in love. the detail was just right, and i felt like i was there. at times while i was in the forest i was having flashbacks to 'where the wild things are.' but yeah, again with the deranged way my mind works...so forget that! it started off great, giving you a good backdrop for the story to take place. and then there's the story of fulton's father, pakka, which i think is wonderful. i'd love so much to hear more about what he was like as a leader and a father, and more about the events that lead to his death. i'm intrigued. and i spelled that *way* wrong, i do believe. so deal with it, you know what i mean! and then portman as a fallen angel. wow. what an image! it's certainly one i like very much.

but when fulton was thinking about drowning himself, and all the reasons he would never do it, but how much he still wanted to...i liked that a lot. sometimes i really feel like i connect with fulton, and that was one of those moments. it's just that i've been there. many times. i feel for him.

so yeah, just the whole idea for this story is amazing. where on earth did you get the idea for this? i'm just blown away. really. i'm dying for more, i will follow this story to the moon and back again, many times if need be. i'm feeling...*inspired* after reading this. and let me tell you, that doesn't happen often when i'm reading fanfiction. it's not that there isn't a lot of good fics out there, and i'll tell you know, your fics are some of the best...but i've never felt this way after reading anything else you or anyone else on this site has written. this just blew my mind. and since i'm feeling inspired, i think i'll go and write for a little while. and considering i've got some fics that haven't been updated in almost a year, it's evident i don't do the writing thing too often (except of course to leave annoyingly long and utterly pointless reviews).

so i suppose i'll be going now, but i just wanted to profess my undying love for both you, schiz, and my hero, lycanthrope. i loved you both before, but it's just been kicked up a few notches like BAM! i think i'm channeling emril right now. oh well, you'll have that. so i love you both dearly, and i love this fic more than words can say. so i guess it's safe to say you can disregard this review completely and just know that all the babbling in the world could't convey how i feel about this.

and damnit, it's only chapter one!

good luck, ladies. i don't think my stoob will be in need of a rocking for about another infinity after reading what you've just wrote.

stoobfully yours,
quimby