Another Moonless Night
Chauncy sighed again as the shadowed woman sat down. "Please make this quick, I have chores that need to be attended" He said sarcastically as he reached forward and smelled deep the aroma of the coffee. The young woman slyly rose an eye brow. "My dear Chauncy, I have come on the most urgent of news. It appears that a man has come into the city.. a man much like us." She attempted at crossing her legs seductivley at him, but in the process bumps the table which sends the coffee into the lap of Chauncy and all over his notebook.
"You infernal cur!" He spoke as he carefully dabbled the stain out of his trousers. "Allow me to help you" the woman replied, and she got to her knee's with another napkin, but in the process she smashes her head against the table.
"Don't do another damned thing for me, your most likely going to kill yourself in the pro..." he stopped short suddenly. A wrye smile crossed his thinned lips.
"On second thought, I dropped my pen over there by stove in the kitchen. Could you retrieve it for me?"
Alamar gazed into the eyes of a god. Tall, built, green eyes, brown hair... He smiled at the perversians that where tracing through his mind. Alexander saunders up, looking most displeased.
"Alamar, Terese has but only a few seconds to arrive or her spot will be removed. What should I do?" He huffed as he took a taste of the goblet he suddenly was grasping. Alamar shruged. "You should go sing, or dance, or something. You cannot leave the people who have come to... oh my god, he's removed his shirt" he said quickly changing subjects. With that, Alamar, was gone. Alexander huffed again, taking a bite out his crossiant.
"If only Michael Lace where here.. he would know what to do." Alexander sneered at the thought, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number...
Terese stared at Dion, He continued to stare back, she continued, so did he. Their noses met, and both shook themselves awake from thier strange euphoria.
"Sorry Terese, I didn't mean to bump your cute, wittle nose wif my big, strong nose" Dion said easing back into the situation.
"is 'iight, don't be akin like no foo now, ya hea'?" came her reply. Both suddenly look to their rights, facing you the audience then both scatter from the other.
"Terese, my love what is it that you can't tell me? What is it that prevents you from loving me the same way, more then friends?" His seemed anxious by her pending answer. She continued to stare out of the same window.
"Your, a vampire. I cannot love a vampire." She said quickly turning around and head butting the wall.
"Terese my love, say it isn't so..." He longed for her to be near him.
"But it tis my ex-love. Such is the world of darkness. I cannot be with a monster." She rubbed her head, then let a simple tear fall from her cheeck.
An un-sightly fellow sat in the back, smelling roughly of garbage and death, enjoyed a book conveintly named " How to kill a main character of a cheesy soap opera without being found out... DOH! " his cajun charm haging in the balance between pages 67-68.
"I see, I see" he muttered as he continued to look through the book. Suddenly a shadowed figure stood hovering above him.
"Could you move boy? your blocking my light." The man said as cocky as ever. His reply came from a feminine source.
"Your Coletrane are you not?" She said as she sat down next to him.
The man raised his eye brow. "Depends on what you want.."
A tall gentleman made his way down the corridor as fast as he could. Pacing himself as best as he could. He rattled on the door that read
"You realize, I will have you killed if you come rattling on my door"
A strong gentleman's voice replied. "Come in" The man hurriend along inside.
"Master, He was a problem. There is a guy claiming to be masterbate and a chick named Iloveta here to see you." The man looked more nervous then could honestly be protrayed.
"Iloveta Masterbate?" he spoke calmly. His eyes widend.
"You mean Pandora and Dick are here?" He stood quickly....
