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June 26 - June 30, 2024
Kara’s head whipped around in the opposite direction. Beneath some kind of fancy looking tree stood… Jack the Ripper? Holy shit. Just how brain-injured was she?
“You’re making fun of my clothes? The guy who dresses like The Penguin?”
“Where are we?” It looked like a hotel room. Jeffery Dahmer’s hotel room. Gothic furniture and gargoyles and creepy paintings with moving eyes. Dark, velvet drapes shrouded the windows and the canopy bed looked like a crypt. The kind of place you’d pose the body of your victim for a few candid shots before you ate his skin.
Vampires had their own island? Kara had the sudden image of Count Chocula dressed in a cape and Bermuda shorts, sitting on a beach somewhere.
No way was she bunking down at Club Dead with a socially maladjusted sorcerer and his pet raven.
The little bastard was determined to sell his master as the Vampires’ most eligible bachelor.
Once she found Melessa, she could convince the girl that Slade was Prince Charming in a Nosferatu cape and everything would be fine.
Kinda sounds amazing though
If she had to be transported into a book, why couldn’t it have been Pride and Prejudice?
Like the rest of the hotel, it had the warm and cozy ambiance of Freddy Kruger’s boiler room.
You should have been nicer to her and not killed her cat.” “Grandmother will betray me because of Fluffy!?” To’kel tried to grab the book and double-check. “That bitch!”
Classic grandma
Kara rolled her eyes as Slade bounded through the crowded ballroom, dressed exactly like Brad Pitt in Interview with a Vampire.
Oh hell yeah
An honest-to-God, couldn’t-happen-outside-a-toothpaste-ad, star effect gleamed off his boyish grin as he stopped to kiss a baby. Someone brought an infant to a formal ball? Kara gave up.
It’s giving metro man
“Reconsidering your plan to pimp me out to Edward Cullen?”
I’d allow it
“The Vampire is a zombie master?” Damn, she just really said that, didn’t she?
She broke off with a yelp as To’kel grabbed her arm and shook her. “Give me that fucking book!” And right about then, To’kel’s head rotated around like something from The Exorcist.
She warned, not trusting him to resist the word ‘vengeance.’ It was like crack to him.
Ok batman
Damien’s jaw got tight, his thumb tracing over the last sentence. She’d added a heart after it. His Beloved. His cari. His beautiful, odd, softhearted, innocent, sneaky, reckless mate. Who gave him such peace. Who he would lay down and die for without a second thought. Who he loved more than all the other beings who’d ever existed in the history of the universe combined... …And who he now planned to horribly murder.
Because, –sure– everybody left unattended torches burning 24/7 in their dungeon. How else could you find your secret exits?
From the pocket of his plaid vest he somehow pulled out an Uzi and aimed it at her. An Uzi. In 1892. Tanya, you bitch.
Damien closed his eyes in relief. He’d found her and she was safe. It was a miracle. Now, he was going to kill her.
“If I’m stupid enough to allow that idiot to injure me, I might stab myself in shame.
“Shhhh!” Slade clutched Damien’s palm against his chest and rocked it gently. “There, there, sorcerer. Just relax. Your king is here. Slade is here.” He began to hum a soothing lullaby that sounded a lot like the theme song from Angel. “Oh Gods… I’m in Hell.”
