silverlinen:
So Bam you no fit invite me come this place abi? No wahala i don carry myself come.
Oya make we dey roll dey go. I dey your back

Bam17:


Lol. No vex jare. This is where I place random thoughts... and some samples. Hardly will u see my novels. If you'be noticed, IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA... I've stopped

And I mean posting online, though. Writing offline.

silverlinen:

Why now Bam?
That reminds me, you be Edo babe?

Bam17:


Nah. Lol. Why?

silverlinen:

Nothing, just wondering how you got to know Okpa and ea in Bini
Anyways shey u get site wey person go fit reach your stories? And reach you personally mbok

Bam17:


I actually don't have a website. Lol.

You read my work ITOHAN. Damn! It's been really long.

Bam17:
#fanfic

Ever heard of a family of superheroes? Yes! Guess you’ve heard of them.
We weren’t really superheroes. We were hunters! Vampire HUNTERS!
My brother and I were the town’s best vampire hunters. Mystic Falls, now a dead zone, didn’t need no one other than us, cause you know, we’re THE GILBERTS!

“Hey, Jer,”
“Elena.”
“Good morning, my special hunt!”
Psst. Hunt—hunter!
“Did Mom tell you to check on me?”
“Not really,”
Whispers >>>He was the one with the attitude.
“Well, great.”
“Isn’t Bonnie coming?”
Bonnie was his girlfriend. Jeremy’s dated a hundred girls in Mystic Falls. Bonnie should make it a hundred and one. Not exaggerating!
My brother was a flirt. He took that from our father. No wonder Mom’s always wanting me to keep an eye on him. Hmm.
“Hey, Gilberts!”
Meet Dad. “Hey.”
“Watcha doing?”
The hunting bell rang. Thank God!
“Gotta go. Bye, Dad. Elena…?”
I was already outside. Dad knew his flirty way was getting on my nerves—not having to talk to me would be just the best.
“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked, once we were in the woods.
“Oh, Jer!” I heaved.
“Please don’t tell me you were thinking about Dad again,”
I shrugged. Dad was the least I cared about right now; killing those meanies and saving the townies was a good way to start the day.
“You know, you got me frightened one day…”
“Can we concentrate on…”
“Shush!” Jeremy shushed.
“What’s that?”
Quick movements came.
“Crossbow on the go…?”
“Rah!”
“Jeremy!”

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THE GILBERTS

Chapter One


Ever heard of a family of superheroes?
Yes! Guess you’ve heard of them.
We weren’t really superheroes…
…we were hunters!
VAAAMPIRE!HUNTERS!!
My brother and I were the best hunters Mystic Falls had ever known. They could do without us, but you know, they’d be ridden by vamps.
“Hey, Jer,”
“Hi, Elena.”
“Good morning, my special Hunt!”
Psst. Hunt—hunter!
“Did Mom tell you to check on me?”
“Not really,” I lied. She certainly did.
“Don’t lie, Elena. I can tell that you are.” Jeremy figured. He was the oldest but did things that made Mom leave me in charge. He was just like Dad. Lackadaisical, the both of them. The house could certainly do with more ‘Elenas’.
“Hey, Gilberts!”
“Hey.”
“Watcha doing?”
I certainly hated Dad’s slangs. He knew I did; could make out with the way I moved my eyes. “What?”
“Dad…”
The ‘Hunting’ bell rang.
Jeremy called to me and I quickly dashed out the door.
“Elena…?”
I hadn’t given Dad a chance to talk.

“Why don’t you always give Dad a chance to talk?” Jeremy asked, once we were outside.
“Oh, please don’t start,”
Jeremy knew how grouchy I could be.
I was a delinquent—could bark at anyone, and have my way—if need be!
“You really think I haven’t been giving Dad a chance?” I stopped.
Jeremy looked at me and nodded slowly; could make out the sadness in his eyes. Maybe he’s right—
Swoosh! My ears popped up.
“What’s that?”
Another sound came. “Someone’s coming,”


The steps hastened as Jeremy drew closer. “A vampire?” One pounced on him and I yelled. “Jeremy!” I raised my crossbow to a length and fired two arrows—as he groaned. “Ah!” I fired another one; this time into his chest as he turned.
The man dropped dead, and I dropped by crossbow at the sight of the blood. “Jeremy!” Jeremy was bleeding. His neck glistened as he grunted and groaned.
“Jer. J-Jer, please stay with me,” I pleaded for him to stay.
A man appeared, dressed in a brown cloak. He was clasping a staff; fully bearded, and barefooted.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am Stevan!”
“Stefan?” He walked towards us and crouched. The white bearded man smiled, and laid his hand on my brother’s neck, as I watched the bitemark magically heal.
“But you can call me Stee,” the bearded man disappeared as he said.
“Stee?”
Jeremy surprisingly got up. “I think I know who that was,”
I looked at him.

“Great Gran Stee was a healer,” Dad explained when we were done narrating to him. “He was a powerful one. A witch… as at that.”
Archaic way of calling a man who practiced witchcraft.
I really wanted to know why the healer’s gift was never passed…
“How did we end up as hunters?”
Dad got up from his favourite chair. “That is all I can tell you, Lena.”

silverlinen:

Yeah that was why i asked if you're an Edolite
Buh pls pls, you on instagram or twitter?
Wetin you dey do by this time self? You suppose dey sleep oo.

Bam17:


Lol. I'm sorry I'm just replying now. Wanted to reply after posting before my phone went off. I apologize. And yes, I'm on IG.

Lolzzz. And nighttime is when I write best. That's why I'm always awake by that time.

Bam17:



THE GILBERTS
Chapter One ⚔
...for fans of THE VAMPIRE DIARIES!

♠

Ever heard of a family of superheroes?
Yes! Guess you’ve heard of them.
We weren’t really superheroes…
…we were hunters!
VAAAMPIRE!HUNTERS!!
My brother and I were the best hunters Mystic Falls had ever known. They could do without us, but you know, they’d be ridden by vamps.
“Hey, Jer,”
“Hi, Elena.”
“Good morning, my special Hunt!”
Psst. Hunt—hunter!
“Did Mom tell you to check on me?”
“Not really,” I lied. She certainly did.
“Don’t lie, Elena. I can tell that you are.” Jeremy figured. He was the oldest but did things that made Mom leave me in charge. He was just like Dad. Lackadaisical, the both of them. The house could certainly do with more ‘Elenas’.
“Hey, Gilberts!”
“Hey.”
“Whatcha doing?”
I certainly hated Dad’s slang. He knew I did; could make out with the way I moved my eyes. “What?”
“Dad…”
The ‘Hunting’ bell rang—
Jeremy called to me and I quickly dashed out the door.
“Elena…?”
I hadn’t given Dad a chance to talk.

“Why don’t you always give Dad a chance to talk?” Jeremy asked once we were outside.
“Oh, please don’t start,”
Jeremy knew how grouchy I could be.
I was a delinquent—could bark at anyone, and have my way—if need be!
“You really think I haven’t been giving Dad a chance?” I stopped.
Jeremy looked at me and nodded slowly; could make out the sadness in his eyes. Maybe he’s right—
Swoosh! My ears popped up.
“What’s that?”
Another sound came. “Someone’s coming,”

The steps hastened as Jeremy drew closer. “A vampire?” One pounced on him and I yelled. “Jeremy!” I raised my crossbow to a length and fired two arrows—as he groaned. “Ah!” I fired another one; this time into his chest the moment he turned.
The man dropped dead, and I dropped my crossbow at the sight of the blood. “Jeremy!” Jeremy was bleeding; his neck glistened as hot pants escaped his lips.
“Jer. J-Jer, please stay with me,” I pleaded for him to stay.
A man appeared, dressed in a brown cloak. He was clasping a staff; fully bearded, and barefooted.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am Stevan!”
“Stefan?” He walked towards us and crouched. The white-bearded man smiled, and laid his hand on my brother’s neck, as I watched the bitemark magically heal.
“But you can call me Stee,” the bearded man disappeared.
Jeremy surprisingly got up and looked at me with eyes widened. “I think I know who that was,”

“Your great Gran Stee was a healer,” Dad explained when we were done narrating to him. “a powerful one, and a witch as at that.”
Archaic way of calling a man who practised witchcraft.
I really wanted to know why the healer’s gift was never passed…
“How did we end up as hunters?”
Dad got up from his favourite chair. “That is all I can tell you, Lena.”

silverlinen:

No wahala now...mbok nomi IG handle.

Bam17:


What's nomi?
It's da_freakygirl

Bam17:


I frowned.
I looked at Jeremy and sat on Dad’s chair. “Maybe one of these books can tell us about Gran,”
“You mean Great Gran Stee,” Jeremy corrected.
“Right!”
We got searching, and one with the name ‘THE GILBERTS’ caught our eyes. It was certainly going to have intriguing facts; I, for one, looked forward to reading it...
“Elena!”
“Sheriff Forbes?”
Jeremy quickly opened the door.
“Jeremy. Elena. You have to see this.”
Jeremy and I raced out the door as Sheriff F led the way.
“Another attack?”
Care was standing beside the body. “So it seems—”

“So you mean to tell me that an animal did this?’ I asked, not believing.
We examined the body; the bitemarks, the likes of an animal. The body was still fresh. It certainly would have happened that morning. “You think a Vamp did it?”
“A werewolf!” Jeremy coughed.
Werewolf?” I asked, doubting. “ Werewolves don’t walk during the day…”
“Certainly can’t be one…”
“A hybrid!”
We looked at Care. “Huh?”
“Hybrids are the only ones who change whenever they want,”
It was starting to make sense.
“Niklaus and his minions must have killed this local,” Caroline opined. “He must have found a way to break the curse…”
“But how?”

Bam17:


•••TWO•••

“Dad’s other woman…”
“…Katherine!” Caroline completed.

Caroline was a folklore geek. How she knew about this was no surprise. She could have been digging her head into one of those library books. Possible.
“Um, who are you?” Sheriff Forbes had her gun pointed at the teenage girl.
“I’m her father’s daughter,” the girl replied.
“That’s impossible!” Caroline yelled. “The book never mentioned Klaus having a daughter,” she said.
“Well, that’s because he adopted me. From my Uncle Marcel?” she waved her brown hair. She had perfect arched brows and a chiselled nose; her lips extra glossy and fitted on her face.
“I’m Hope,”
“Wait. Hope Andrea? “Caroline vividly remembered. Or so it seemed—
“Okay, never mind,” she said again. “It can’t possibly be…”
“Yeah, Andrea!”
Caroline’s jaw dropped.
Her name rang a bell, no doubt. Caroline’s coz would always come home and complain about some bossy classmate.
“So you’re Winnie’s Andrea? Caroline asked, agape.
“Yes… and no. Who’s Winnie?”
Winnie was Caroline’s cousin… like I said. She was yay high, a little bit reaching my shoulders, part blonde—and had green eyes. What was Klaus’ daughter doing in Mystic Falls?

Bam17:


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“I came to visit my uncle’s tomb. My Uncle Henrik.” Hope said.
We listened as we drove in the Sheriff’s car, intrigued by the way she drove comfortably with us.
Guess a Mikaelson is a Mikalelson, after all…
Her voice interrupted my thoughts. “Well, I must warn you guys,”
I looked up.
“My father’s minions are coming in tens…”
“And you’re telling us… why?” Jeremy asked.
“Cause you need to protect your people. I am nothing like my father,” she said. “He’s brutal… and cruel!” her eyes shone.
I clasped Jeremy’s hand as fear gripped me. Not wanting to think of battling hybrids, was just what I wanted—
The book ‘The Gilberts’ caught my mind, and I heaved, feeling a certain comfort.

Jeremy and I brought the book out once we got home, and Hope and Caroline helped with the search, as we dug deep.
“The white oak—” Caroline brought to our notice. “Legend has it that the Mikaelson brothers burnt every stick.” she went further to say; her voice gruff.
“Now our chance is lost!” cried Hope.
“I still don’t get it,” Jeremy said. “How is it that the daughter of a hybrid would want no one other than the Gilberts to help?”
Caroline sighed. “Are we still going to go about this or set out to do what every brave man would?”
I agreed with Caroline. I dug deeper in search of another weapon…
“Every magic has a loophole!” I read happily and shone my eyes.
“A loophole?” the three gathered around me.
“The blood of the beloved, spattered on a stake!” I said out loud, as they gasped.
“No way!”
“Well, that’s great,” I said. “Where are we going to get the blood of Klaus’ beloved?”