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Posted by: Aon_Daonna 24-May-2003, 02:03 PM
Okay, here I am, your master. I thought I might as well get it on with it *grins*. I have my story at home but I am in scotland, so I thought we start it out as local pub scene somewhere (not specified, might be Scotland, Ireland, England etc)... I will give you an example, first I will describe the interiour and then I play as someone that walks in.
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You stand before "The Kings Arms", a white building, with dark blue painted lines around the door and the windows. The white paint is coming off a bit at the corners, and the big wooden doors look a bit shabby, too. But you decide to go in.
A smoky atmosphere welcomes you, and through it you can see 2 pool tables, one is occupied by 2 young men, one of them has his dog as his side. On your right side you can see the bar and an elderly woman is washing a pint while she is talking to a few old men. They talk about football. Over the bar you can see a big Celtic flag. A few old tables with their old chairs are stading near the pool tables, and above them hangs a telly. You recognise an old "chewin' the fat" episode on it.

Drinks available are:
Guinness
Murphys
Strongbows (cider)
the usual soft drinks+Irn Bru
White&MacKays (whisky)
Jameson's (irish whiskey)
Baileys
Smirnoff vodka (+ the 2 Smirnoff Ice sorts)

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Tally decided to visit the pub one day. She had never been there before although she had lived in this village for quite a while now.
She opened the heavy doors and laughter welcomed her. I should have brought a friend, she thought and went to the bar.
"What can I do for ye" the barkeeper looked at her.
"Erm... Guinness, please" Tally said and paid the Barkeeper.
"Never seen you around", the barkeeper said and smiled at her.
Tally nodded.

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OKay, this is a small guideline. You don't have to set the font into bold and italic all the time, but it makes it easier to tell what is said from what is thought.

Posted by: brettzky42 06-Jun-2003, 12:08 AM
The place looks empty enough, Brettzky thinks.

"So this is where I'll make my contact" He finds a booth that looks out towards the door, orders a Guinness, and waits... dry.gif

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 11-Jun-2003, 11:55 AM
Tally smiled at the stranger next to her "Hey there, I'm Tally"

The Barkeeper draws a pint of guinness and waits until the foam on the pint settles before giving Brettzky the chilled glass.

Posted by: pawnman 11-Jun-2003, 09:16 PM
Thinks to himself, So THAT's where they've decided to meet. I turn back to my Killian's and keep them both in view, trying to look like just another patron.

Posted by: barddas 18-Jun-2003, 02:50 PM
Barddas sits at bar- Ask for pint of guinness and a shot of Jameson's

Looks around, lights the ol' pipe. Notices that "chewin' the fat " is on.

Thinks to himself- I wonder if Boys and Girls is on tonight?

Posted by: MDF3530 18-Jun-2003, 04:03 PM
QUOTE (barddas @ Jun 18 2003, 03:50 PM)
Barddas sits at bar- Ask for pint of guinness and a shot of Jameson's

Looks around, lights the ol' pipe. Notices that "chewin' the fat " is on.

Thinks to himself- I wonder if Boys and Girls is on tonight?

Meanwhile, a American CIA operative named Mike, dressed in jeans and a Celtic t-shirt, comes out of the loo and orders a Murphys. As the barman readies the beverage, he scans the room, looking for his mark...

Posted by: free2Bme 18-Jun-2003, 04:18 PM
Enter the blonde. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall, approximately 120 lbs, wearing tight jeans and a softly draped red silk blouse with a plunging neckline. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back almost to her waist. As her azure blue eyes adjust to the dimly lit pub, she smiles pleasantly and walks over to the bar. She perches on a barstool and waits.

The bartender leans over and asks What'll ya have?

I am waiting for a friend, I hope you dont mind if I don't order anything yet, she replies with her soft southern accent and a slight twinkle in her eye.

Posted by: barddas 19-Jun-2003, 05:23 AM
Barddas looks over at said blonde, Tips off his hat and winks at the Lass..

Goes back to Guinness sitting in from of him.

Notices guy at bar ordering the Murphy's...

Posted by: Ursamajor 19-Jun-2003, 08:24 PM
I thank Tom the bar keep for the pint of Murphy's and light up a cigarette. It's good to be "Arms", I've had many good times here. Lot of strangers in here tonight, including a spectacular blonde. Maybe I'll get up the courage to introduce my self later on, but for now, I want to see if I can strike up a game of darts with someone.

This goofy looking, bearded guy looks frienly enough, maybe he's up for a game.

Hey. My name's Ursamajor. New in town?"

THe goofy looking guy didn't reply, just sipped his Guiness.


Posted by: free2Bme 20-Jun-2003, 07:33 AM
The blonde at the bar sits and drums her fingers nervously on the counter. She wondered where her date was for the evening. He was supposed to meet her here well over an hour ago.

Well, I am determined to make the most of a night like this. she mused silently to herself. She was getting hungry, because her no-show date was supposed to meet her here, then he promised a night of dinner and dancing on the town. Aint that just like a man, she thought to herself, always promising more than they can deliver?

She sighed rather glumly...

Oh well, at least there were plenty of nice looking gentlemen here. It could be worse I suppose...it looks like they have a dart board, and is that a pool table I see over there in the corner? I adore playing pool!

I can stay here and play pool, or I can go home and watch movies on the telly with my cat. Decisions, decisions...

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 07:38 AM
Notices the young blonde lady, seems to be a tad miffed.

[B]Bartender, could you please set the young lady up, for what ever she fancies....
[I]

Posted by: free2Bme 20-Jun-2003, 07:55 AM
Hmm, she notices a rather pleasant looking young man ordering a drink. Maybe he likes to play pool? He has bought her a drink - how sweet of him!

"I'll have a rum and coke if you please sir." she smiles at Tom and then turns to the young lad.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue" she says demurely. "You just saved me from dying from sheer boredom!"

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 08:50 AM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jun 20 2003, 02:55 PM)
Hmm, she notices a rather pleasant looking young man ordering a drink. Maybe he likes to play pool? He has bought her a drink - how sweet of him!

"I'll have a rum and coke if you please sir." she smiles at Tom and then turns to the young lad.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue" she says demurely. "You just saved me from dying from sheer boredom!"

"The pleasure is all mine. So, how shall we cure this boredom that is lurking overhead? " ( starting to chuckle)

"Oh, by the way my name is Zeb. Zeb Spencer."

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 08:58 AM
Damn these assignments I think to myself. That could have been me with the blonde...Oh well, back to my objective "Barkeep, pour me another!" I keep the CIA agent in view. Just glad I finally found him.

Posted by: free2Bme 20-Jun-2003, 09:23 AM
Hello Zeb, I am Anne. Then and only then did she realize her fatal mistake...that she had been trapped! Trapped into a meaningless never ending conversation...

As she smiles painfully and listens to Zeb drone on and about his recent hernia surgery, she sits and tries to think of a tactful way to bail out of this situation...

She notices another fellow at the bar who seems to be sitting quietly and has the same drink he was sipping when she came in. She heard someone call him "Mike"

Posted by: RavenWing 20-Jun-2003, 09:25 AM
A young woman with fiery red hair and emerald eyes walks through the door. She takes off her cape, orders a strongbows, and heads to her ususal table in the corner.

"Wow, there are a lot of new faces today, maybe I will give some good readings today" She thinks.

She pulls out a black satin bag and proceeds to lay a piece of black silk on the table, a deck of very large cards, and a sign that says Fortune Telling


"I sense some tension, I wonder where it is coming from?" She wonders to herself. "Something big is going to happen tonight"

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 09:33 AM
I lose my focus momentarily as a genuine Irish beauty strolls through the doors. Firery red hair and emerald green eyes...just my type I sees her pull out the fortune telling sign and set up in a booth.
"So, what do the cards have in store for me?" I say with a smile and wink.

Posted by: RavenWing 20-Jun-2003, 09:46 AM
QUOTE (pawnman @ Jun 20 2003, 04:33 PM)
I lose my focus momentarily as a genuine Irish beauty strolls through the doors. Firery red hair and emerald green eyes...just my type I sees her pull out the fortune telling sign and set up in a booth.
"So, what do the cards have in store for me?" I say with a smile and wink.

"He thinks he's a smooth one" she says to herself.

She puts on her most mysterious smile and starts shuffling the cards

"What is your name?" She asks while trying to figure out just how much money she can squeeze out of this guy.

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 10:33 AM
"Kent. How about yourself?" I bet it's something suitably Gaelic. I LOVE this job! Seat myself comfortably across from her. I've seen that look before. Probably sizing up my wallet. Fine with me, its not MY money.

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 10:34 AM
AS Zeb sits listening to the obvious cry for help, and the never ending stories of Annes cats, He notices an old friend walk thru the door and setting up shop.

Thinking to myself " Geez I never would have thought this pretty young Lass to be one of those 'CRAZY CAT LADIES" .....

Zeb to Anne " If you could excuse me I want to say hello to an old dear friend that just came in..."

Posted by: free2Bme 20-Jun-2003, 10:36 AM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jun 20 2003, 12:23 PM)
Hello Zeb, I am Anne. Then and only then did she realize her fatal mistake...that she had been trapped! Trapped into a meaningless never ending conversation...

As she smiles painfully and listens to Zeb drone on and about his recent hernia surgery, she sits and tries to think of a tactful way to bail out of this situation...

She notices another fellow at the bar who seems to be sitting quietly and has the same drink he was sipping when she came in. She heard someone call him "Mike"

Seeking a means of escape, Anne breathes a deep sigh of relief as she watches the Green Eyed Gypsy in the corner set her table up. Well, well perhaps we can take care of two birds with one stone...

I can have a bit of fun,and rid myself of this dim witted clod in the process!

Zeb, I do hate to interrupt you, but why dont we ask the lady over there to read our furtunes?

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 10:39 AM
Damn, just what I need, another interuption Smiles broadly. "Hi folks, how are you this evening? This Irish beauty was just about to read me my fortune." I throw a wink in Zeb's direction. I hope he gets the hint. All I want is some time alone with her

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 10:41 AM
"Oh, right. That's where I was off too anyways. Know her for years...
She is quite good ya know....
We used to do onothers readings back at university...
Very well then. Shall we?"

Zeb thinks to himself...( just say no, just say no....)

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Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 10:46 AM
to Anne " ah I see she is busy at the moment....maybe you should put your name on the sign-up sheet"

While Anne starts to signup, I wink at the green- eyed Lass, Just to let her know I'm here and we'll catch up later...
In the meantime I go back to the bar and start paying Barside trivia game...

Posted by: free2Bme 20-Jun-2003, 10:47 AM
The blonde steps up to the table and Zeb pulls a chair out for her.

How about if I pay for the first fortune tonight? Anne asks.

She pulls out her small coin purse and begins to unwrap the carefully folded $100 bills she has tucked away.

If this gypsy is the least bit clairavoyant, she thinks to herself, she will know that I would pay just about anything to get out of this evening all together! This is the pits, first I am stood up, and then I find one who won't go away! I could not even get him out of my face by boring hiim to death about my cats!

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 10:49 AM
"So, now that we're alone again" I say with a wink "what do your cards say about me?" I must remember to buy that guy a drink later.

Posted by: RavenWing 20-Jun-2003, 11:04 AM
She looks across the way at poor Zeb and this blonde haired lady. They both look like they are wanting to get away from each other. Her smile broadens, but then she remembers there is this guy in front of her eyeing her like a hawk.

"You can call me Isabel , you're not from around here are you? Interesting, in numerology, your name is calculated to the number 5. This means that you crave change, and it is a necessity in your life. Travel is also a very important aspect of your being. You are also drawn to what could be considered the more dagerous activities in life."

Continues Shuffling

She notices Zeb and the blonde coming her way.

"This IS going to be a busy night"

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 11:13 AM
"Interesting how accurate the numbers can be sometimes. My job requires lots of travel, and a substantial amount of risk as well...By the way, I'm an American. Originally from Seattle, but now I spend so much time on the road I don't even have a lease on an apartment. I don't mind, you get to see such wondrous sights when you travel alone..." Crack another smile. Rack my brains for all that government training about how to appear disarming, witty, and attractive...

Posted by: RavenWing 20-Jun-2003, 11:19 AM
"Hi Zeb, who is your new lady friend?" Chokes back the snort that is trying to come out. Must stay mysterious!

Turns back to Kent


"Now, think about what question you may have or problem you have that you want answered while I shuffle"...


Posted by: RavenWing 20-Jun-2003, 11:21 AM
Starts to lay out cards in a traditional Celtic Cross spread

Is stunned by the cards sitting before her

Looks uneasily at Kent

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 11:21 AM
How can I get you to my bed I think, mentally chuckling Actually, I wonder if she can help me track the Jackal..."Ok, I'm thinking of one..."

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 11:37 AM
Noticing the cards that have been put in front of the gentlemen, and thinking OOooo lots of stuff in his future...
"Hi, my name is Zeb, and you are??"
( maybe I can pawn Anne of on this poor guy. By the look of the cards his upcoming events couldn't get much worse"

(Zeb, leaves Anne to sign up for a reading and heads back towards the bar... Winking at Izzy)

Posted by: pawnman 20-Jun-2003, 11:41 AM
Well, if I strike out with this Isabell, maybe the blonde will do... "So, Lady Isabell, have you been at this for a long time? I used to dabble myself, but I couldn't memorize all the meanings."

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 12:13 PM
Now, finally back at the bar, relites pipe. Sitting observing the room.
Anne seems to be waiting for her reading. I'll have to talk to Isablle later and find out what her major malfunction is... poor cats.....

Posted by: MDF3530 20-Jun-2003, 01:02 PM
Meanwhile, Mike has noticed the flame-haired beauty who has come in to do the tarot readings.

This has to be my mark, he thought. She matches the intel that was given to me to a 'T'.

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 20-Jun-2003, 01:55 PM
OOC:W00t guys 'n gals! I'm proud of ye all. That means I can pull Tally out and do the locals and other NPCs (non-player-character). I already thought this would go unnoticed.... Time to bring in other stuff!

Tally watched the different guests mingle and smiled contently. This should be a place to come back to. She finished her Guinness and winked at the Keep. "Ta, min."

"Aye, see ye soon, hen."

And so Tally walked out of the pub leaving the chatter and the laughter behind her and stepped out into the coolness of night...

Posted by: free2Bme 20-Jun-2003, 02:43 PM
QUOTE (barddas @ Jun 20 2003, 02:37 PM)
Noticing the cards that have been put in front of the gentlemen, and thinking OOooo lots of stuff in his future...
"Hi, my name is Zeb,  and you are??"
( maybe I can pawn Anne of on this poor guy. By the look of the cards his upcoming events couldn't get much worse"

(Zeb, leaves Anne to sign up for a reading and heads back towards the bar... Winking at Izzy)

Thank God Zeb has gone away! She turns her attention to Isabelle and the horney young man who is having his fortune read. He seems a bit too eager to gain the green eyed woman's attention...

Wait a minute - is that a kilt and sporran he is wearing? Hmm I wonder what clan that tartan is...McDonald? No.... McGregor? No..... Could it be Campbell?

As she sits and waits her turn, she ponders...

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 02:53 PM
Sitting back, I notice that it has started raining . ( just what we need more rain. Oh, well looks like it's at least coming straight down. So not a lot of wind.

" Tom, give an other pint please." I've got the feeling this is going to be a LONG night.

( Looking around I see lots of newcomers to the pub. Granted it's been a while since I've been in. But, it's never been this busy. Not unless a games on. Which there isn't....)

Posted by: brettzky42 20-Jun-2003, 03:06 PM
Suddenly shaking himself awake...Brett realizes that he must have been asleep for days. Crap! His Guinness is missing, so are his smokes, and his SHOELACES!

Something pretty funny's going on here!

Posted by: MDF3530 20-Jun-2003, 04:13 PM
Mike has started to size up the crowd. He could tell that the bartender and the guy getting another Guinness, who'll be heading for the loo soon based on the way he's slammin' that motor oil down, could handle themselves in a fight. His mark, the attractive Irish gypsy, had curves in all the right places. He can tell the best place to look for a weapon is behind the bar.

The bartender, who kinda looked like the big beefy redhaired guy from Braveheart, came over and asked him:
"Another Murphy's?"

"No, I'll take a Killian's this time."

Posted by: barddas 20-Jun-2003, 04:54 PM
(Noticing that the guy at the other end of the bar is missing his smokes. I holler)
" ya need a smoke sleepy head?"
(Laughter erupts at the bar...)
I walk it down to him. Looking over at Isabelle, I notice that Anne is getting her reading and the guy that was there before is really eyein' her. I guy Isabelle shot him down...)

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 20-Jun-2003, 07:28 PM
"Good evening" The sound of this voice freezes the blood in everybody's veins, even the hardest ones feel a slight shiver.

Enter the vampire. He is tall, pale and has this irresistible aura......
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OOC: *grins*

Posted by: free2Bme 21-Jun-2003, 05:13 AM
QUOTE (Aon_Daonna @ Jun 20 2003, 10:28 PM)
"Good evening" The sound of this voice freezes the blood in everybody's veins, even the hardest ones feel a slight shiver.

Enter the vampire. He is tall, pale and has this irresistible aura......
_____________________________________________________________

OOC: *grins*

After Anne gets her tarot card reading, she decides that cats aren't such bad company after all!

Posted by: pawnman 23-Jun-2003, 01:07 PM
Christa Tinegra! He would show up the second I turned my back Pulls out a fifty. "Here, I hope this covers the reading. I've gotta go." I dart to my seat to dig in my jacket. Dammit, of all the days to forget the fookin' handcrossbow! I keep the vampire in sight, watching for a hostile action. I'm preparing to jump over the bar, hoping that there will be a shotgun, baseball bat, SOMETHING under there.

Posted by: free2Bme 23-Jun-2003, 01:17 PM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jun 21 2003, 08:13 AM)
QUOTE (Aon_Daonna @ Jun 20 2003, 10:28 PM)
"Good evening" The sound of this voice freezes the blood in everybody's veins, even the hardest ones feel a slight shiver.

Enter the vampire. He is tall, pale and has this irresistible aura......
_____________________________________________________________

OOC: *grins*

After Anne gets her tarot card reading, she decides that cats aren't such bad company after all!

Anne audibly whispers "I am glad I am wearing the antique silver cross my grandmother gave me for just such occassions."

Then she grabs the cross from its chain around her neck and holds it in front of her as a shield to protect herself from the visiting vampire.

Posted by: barddas 23-Jun-2003, 01:54 PM
Zeb sitting quietly and watching all that is going on from the bar. He has YET to turn around. Watching all movement from the mirror behind the bar.
He sees the guy that Izzy was giving a reading to get up from the table very quickly and head towards the bar. Thinking to myself ( what the blue hell is he doing)
Thinking to myself( All he has done is said "good evening". Sure, he has a booming voice, sure he's pale, sure he doesn't cast a reflection in the mirror.That little fact I'm sure no one has picked up on yet. Why is everyone starting to Freak????)

"WHAT THE HELL!!!!!" Zeb shouts as this guy just dives over the bar...

Now I turn around.

Sigh- "Jeezy Creezy"

Posted by: MDF3530 23-Jun-2003, 03:57 PM
Mike recognizes the vampire from the Company files. The Agency has been tracking and using vampires as special Covert Ops agents for several years. He has found that some vampires are more receptive than others, so he is always wearing a crucifix earring and a sacred heart crucifix medallion on a necklace.

Posted by: pawnman 24-Jun-2003, 08:58 AM
There's got to be something back here. Every bartender keeps a little "equalizer"...Damn these idyllic isles! No ones ever prepared for trouble I kick loose a piece of the trim from the bar, turning it into a makeshift stake. I yell to Isabell. "Get away from him! Get out, any way you can. You too, blondie!" With that, I leap up onto the bar. "Hey there, slim! You hungry? Come take a little nip out of ole Kent!"

Posted by: Swanny 25-Jun-2003, 02:38 AM
What a bunch of bloody amateurs I think as I rise from the table over which I'd been slumped, pretending to be passed out drunk. I draw my Glock model 22 and send three hand-loaded silver jacketed slugs directly toward the hideous creatures stone-cold heart.


Posted by: Herrerano 25-Jun-2003, 10:26 AM
Cripes!

Dressed inconspicously in an Hawaiian print shirt, jeans and sandals I had sat completley unnoticed throughout the evening. I have never liked a lot of attention on myself and had early on, decided to just sit quietly in a dark corner in the drabbest clothes I had brought with me.

Good Grief! What the hell is going on in here? Ten years without a vacation, a chance to travel here completely paid for by the company, and what have I gotten myself into? Most folks go to a sunny tropical paradise to relax, but having lived in one for over ten years, on my first chance to travel again I had come to this place. A damn cold place to if you ask me.

A vampire, an honest to goodness vampire. I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. And with the condition of my bladder now, even the thought of trying to move would have disasterous consequences. Good lord, ready for an evening of just watching people the night had certainly taken an odd turn. (Maybe with everyones attention diverted I can use that potted plant.)

Posted by: pawnman 25-Jun-2003, 12:10 PM
I jump off the bar and join *I don't know Swanny's Charatcer name*. "Good to see someone came prepared for trouble. Will those bullets keep him down for long?"

Posted by: RavenWing 25-Jun-2003, 12:42 PM
*OOC: Aiyiyiy! I gotta catch up!!*


Takes fifty and slips it down her shirt, finishes reading for Anne, and takes another look around the bar. Hmmm, that guy over there fits the description.

Suddenly the dark pale vampire strides in the bar, and she fills with dread Drat! Why did I wait so long to talk to my contact? Stupid, stupid stupid! I shoulda laid off the cider!

She gathers her bag filled woth bottles and herbs and runs over to Mike while ignoring Kent's cries of protest, and reciting her line. What does the future hold for you? she says quickly while reaching in her arsenal. I wish Zeb didn't have to see this. She throws a vial to Mike. Forrtunately he catches it and knows exactly what to do.



Posted by: Herrerano 25-Jun-2003, 12:53 PM
Finally with the eruption of activity I took my chances, rising cautiously I walked quickly to the loo with that sort of knock kneed rapid pace one uses to avoid those 'accidents'. Aaah, relief at last, I wasn't sure if I wanted to return to the insanity taking place on the other side of the door, but I didn't want to stay in here all night. I reached down to turn the the knob.

Posted by: RavenWing 25-Jun-2003, 01:01 PM
OOC: You so funny! biggrin.gif tongue.gif laugh.gif

Posted by: barddas 25-Jun-2003, 01:46 PM
Zeb sitting quietly at the bar while all hell breaks loose, reaches for his walking stick ( about 37" tall deer antler handle- with a small consealed secret a 28" blade inside ) Lowers his head closes his eyes and begins to repeat this phrase
"Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha, do chéal déanaimh"

After a few moments all of the lights begin to flicker, and the door is blown open by a large gust of wind.

All action has been distracted by the sudden gust of wind, which seems to keep flowing into the pub. The wind gust increases as things are begining to be blown around, abd blow off the walls....

OOC- Tag.... LOL!

Posted by: Herrerano 25-Jun-2003, 02:20 PM
Just as I turned the knob to move back into the pub, the door was blasted free of my grip by a tremendous blast of wind.

My God! Now what, I wondered, if I hadn't just answered nature's call I would surely have just peed myself. Where the hell had this wind come from. My thoughts immediately raced to that large dinner of beans and rice I had eaten before boarding the plane yesterday, yet certainly I would know if I had just ripped a big one. No, this was something else. Something even more evil.

And worst of all, in the dark of the pub, how was I to find my half finished Guinness. An incredible thirst started to claw at my throat.

Posted by: MDF3530 25-Jun-2003, 02:25 PM
Mike, the CIA operative, knows he could've saved the bloodsucker's life, but it would've blown his cover to smithereens. His mission is more important than anyone, living, dead, or undead, in this pub. He leaves enough money on the bar to cover his tab and exits. Outside, he steps into the dimly lit alleyway and relieves himself while waiting for his mark to leave.

Posted by: barddas 25-Jun-2003, 03:03 PM
Zeb, stops his chant.( everything goes back to normal, winds slows down, lights return to full) Looks up and sees most of the people in the pub standing around the fellow that shot this creature.
Zeb turns on his stool,
" I don't know why you are celebrating. Did any of you happen to keep an eye on this creature while all of you were lolly gagging ? Obviously not! Because if you look it's gone! You didn't kill it, you have just completely pissed it off!!!!! Oh, he's hurting. I'm sure of that. But, he'll be back. And he won't be alone this time. I assure that....."

Posted by: pawnman 25-Jun-2003, 03:08 PM
"Well, smart guy, if you hadn't started a tornado in the pub, maybe we could have staked is ass to the floor." I shake my head and look for my Killian's. This is by far the weirdest assignment I've ever been on.

Posted by: Herrerano 25-Jun-2003, 03:21 PM
I cautiously returned to my dark, corner table, happy at least, to see that things looked to settle down a little. (And very, very pleased to know that blast of wind had come from somewhere else. I knew for sure because I had returned briefly into the loo and checked my trousers.)

What a weird turn of events, I was starting to wonder if maybe I should have gone on that business trip to Cali (Columbia) instead of coming here. Back home there is nothing like this, an occasional chupacabra or a little santeria, but vampires? I wondered if these sorts of events were very common around here. Everyone seemed to be taking it so much more matter-of-factly then me. Glocks with silver bullets, weird Gailic chants, everyone packing a crucifix, what have I gotten into. And where the hell was my pint? Blown off the table, the glass lay shattered on the floor. Damn!




Posted by: Swanny 25-Jun-2003, 03:35 PM
QUOTE (barddas @ Jun 25 2003, 05:03 PM)
" I don't know why you are celebrating. Did any of you happen to keep an eye on this creature while all of you were lolly gagging ? Obviously not! Because if you look it's gone! You didn't kill it, you have just completely pissed it off!!!!! Oh, he's hurting. I'm sure of that. But, he'll be back. And he won't be alone this time. I assure that....."

I shake my way loose from the crowd that so quickly gathered about me, scanning the ceiling as I exchange the partially emptied magazine for a full one. These things NEVER travel alone I tell the would-be sorcerer while working my way toward the door. I glance at the dude with the ragged piece of wooden trim in his hand. Have you got brass enough to go vampire hunting? I ask. Someone needs to pin that bastard down.







Posted by: free2Bme 25-Jun-2003, 04:26 PM
Well, that certainly wasn't in the tarot reading tonight! Anne mused to herself...

Must be an El Nino wind blowing tonight - although I didn't know they had El Ninos on this side of the Atlantic!

She glanced in the mirror at the bar - Oh Look at what that wind did to my hair! I'm a mess...


I haven't seen this much excitement since the day the pigs got loose at the County Fair! Anne called over her shoulder as she headed for the "Little Girl's Room" down the hall.

PEEEEE - UUUUUUU this place smells BAAAAAAAAAAAD!

Where did tall, dark and gruesome go anyways? ... I wonder if he's married? she sighs to herself.

Posted by: barddas 25-Jun-2003, 04:31 PM
QUOTE (Swanny @ Jun 25 2003, 10:35 PM)
I shake my way loose from the crowd that so quickly gathered about me, scanning the ceiling as I exchange the partially emptied magazine for a full one. These things NEVER travel alone I tell the would-be sorcerer while working my way toward the door.  I glance at the dude with the ragged piece of wooden trim in his hand.  Have you got brass enough to go vampire hunting? I ask. Someone needs to pin that bastard down.

" Well it seems as if some of us have no Choice. So, Shall we come up with some sort of a game plan? So, what do we know of this specific creature? Obviously someone knows who it was. Seeing the eagerness to fire upon it without cause. Or was just the fact of it being a vampire enough?"

Posted by: barddas 25-Jun-2003, 04:35 PM
Zeb looks around the area where the creature was shot. There is no trace of the creature being there. Just the broken table it went thru on its way down to the ground....

" Alright, now first things first. Is everyone ok?"

Posted by: Herrerano 25-Jun-2003, 04:50 PM
I finally managed to get another pint and I sat and watched the folks in the pub. Something was making me uncomfortable, it seemed that these people just sort of took this in stride. I for one find vampires extremely unusual, and I can't recall ever, in my life meeting one before. What was with these people, had I ended up in some kind of looney bin over here. I thought briefly back over my life and I have had many experiences that other people never dream of, even a few good ones. I had been in tight situations before and had always stayed calm, but this vampire business was just too damn spooky. And these people, what the hell is it with these guys, they act like this happens with frequency.

It was then I heard the voice cry out.
QUOTE
PEEEEE - UUUUUUU this place smells BAAAAAAAAAAAD!


"Sorry toots," I said under my breath, "But those were mighty good beans sweetheart, and I probably got more where that came from."

Posted by: barddas 25-Jun-2003, 04:54 PM
QUOTE (pawnman @ Jun 25 2003, 10:08 PM)
"Well, smart guy, if you hadn't started a tornado in the pub, maybe we could have staked is ass to the floor."

" And the purpose of that was for WHAT!? Just because he isn't "human" and feeds off of other living things makes it reason for him to die??????

" And the purpose of that was for WHAT!? Just because he isn't "human" and feeds off of other living things makes it reason for him to die??????

Posted by: barddas 25-Jun-2003, 04:57 PM
QUOTE (Herrerano @ Jun 25 2003, 11:50 PM)
[I can't recall ever, in my life meeting one before. What was with these people, had I ended up in some kind of looney bin over here.

Zeb walks over to the man with the fresh pint of Guinness and says-
" I heard that"
Smiles, and goes back to his buisness....

Posted by: Herrerano 25-Jun-2003, 05:07 PM
As I sat sipping, observing these strange events take place before my eyes, the fellow they called Zeb, started to approach my table. I didn't quite know what to expect but he just walked up to me and remarked in a low voice,
QUOTE
" I heard that"


Then chortling softly to himself, he turned to walk away.


I called out softly, "Hey buddy, sit down a minute, have one on me and fill me in on what's going on."

Posted by: free2Bme 25-Jun-2003, 05:15 PM
As Anne returns from the loo, her thoughts return to her memories of the first time she ever met a vampire...

(cue romantic music for flashback sequence)

They both worked the night shift. He seemed shy and reclusive at first, but during their coffee breaks they talked about literature and politics, sports and history. He was very intelligent, and handsome, and hypnotically mysterious... he stirred emotions within her that she had never felt before...

He never revealed his true nature until that fateful night... when he kissed her long and hard, then vanished into the mist...

She never saw him again, but somehow in her heart of hearts she hoped that one day he would return.

Posted by: Herrerano 25-Jun-2003, 05:29 PM
I didn't know if that fellow had heard me, I still didn't want to attract too much attention to myself. It was bad enough that I was suffering from a first class case of flatulence, much worse then normal. Must be the Guinness, it was a lot stronger then that tropical cerveza I was used to. A couple more of these and I'll be standing on the table singing 'Macpherson's Lament', vampire or no vampire. I might even do a verse in Spanish.

While my thoughts turned through my head, that one lady, Ann walked by on her way back from the tinkleterium. She seemed to be lost in thought, or maybe she was just lost. She sure had a starry look in her eye and it sounded as if she might be humming some sappy Barry Manilow under her breath. The night was getting stranger and stranger.

Posted by: free2Bme 25-Jun-2003, 05:40 PM
Anne wanted to erase the memories of ... him... from her head. She hadn't thought of him in a looong time, and just when she thought her broken heart had healed, his memories came crashing in on her mind like a flood cascading through a burst dam...

Tom, how about a round of drinks for everyone? I think we need to regroup and get ourselves pulled back together - I feel like spending some of this Lottery Money tonight! Maybe if I can get these guys back to drinking, they will forget about hunting that poor creature down and destroying him...

Speaking of poor creatures, what IS that GAWD AWFUL smell, she wondered to herself... smells like something died...

Posted by: pawnman 25-Jun-2003, 06:59 PM
"His name is the Jackal. No one in my organization is sure where he came from or what his real name is. Not only is he a vampire, but he's also a big-shot with a terrorist organization called the Earth Liberation Army. I've been tracking him for months. I never in a million years expected him to walk into a pub and announce himself...He's usually more cautious. If he's here, that means my contact is quite likely dead somewhere." Point to Swan (OOC: I STILL don't know your character name) "You ready to go hunting? I hate the idea of doing this at night. I'v got some equipment in the car, including a pair of handcrossbows and a couple dozen fine oak stakes for ammo." Point to the would-be Merlin "You either help, or stay out of the way."

Posted by: pawnman 25-Jun-2003, 07:03 PM
OOC: I love the way Herrerano is playing his character! I wish I'd thought of playing the tourist on a vacation from hell! I think the way he's playing it is fantastic!

Posted by: Swanny 26-Jun-2003, 12:40 AM
OOC - Pawnman, if you want to know my character's name, you may have to ask him.

Hey, Clark or Kent or whatever you claim your name is. The sorcerer can stay here. We have enough trouble without having to babysit. I'm only invitin' you because we've met before. You just don't remember. So, if you want a peice of the bounty, grab your gear and let's go. If not you can hang out here and play patty-cake with that agency clone back there. You know as well as I that we don't have any time to waste."

Posted by: free2Bme 26-Jun-2003, 04:01 AM
Jeez - I buy these guys a round of drinks and no one even acts like they hear me! Now I KNOW something is definately wrong!

Anne turns to the barkeep, Well I am going to have another Rum and Coke, and make it a double! Sure I wanted a bit of excitement, but this is too wierd even for me!

Secretly she wishes the vampire luck as the posse gathers...

And to think I came in here to meet someone and have a bit o fun - chasing vampires is not my idea of fun, no siree... it's too darn windy, cold, and it's starting to rain - damn that El Nino anyways!


$1,000 says the vampire gets away! she places her wager to no one in particular...

Posted by: barddas 26-Jun-2003, 07:11 AM
"Ok, lets not be rash. Since the lady has bought us all refreshment, ( nods to Anne in thanks) lets sit and discuss where things go from here. Might I suggest someone look outside to see if anyone is wondering outside that was in here during the brawl."



Zeb walks over to a large table in the corner of the bar, turns it right side up and sits. He motions to the two men he was speaking to (Swanny and Pawnman) and to Isabelle to come and sit.

Posted by: Herrerano 26-Jun-2003, 07:21 AM
This was all way too weird. Here I sat, first vacation in years, I had just wanted to look up some long lost cousins, and I seemed to be in the center of a really bad, made for tv movie. The vampire was starting to look like one of the more normal characters around here. What the hell were these guys? Every one of them seemed to have some sort of inside line on this creature from hell yet they all were acting like strangers. This lady had offered to buy drinks for the house and not one taker. If that had happened back home on the isthmus, everyone would have been all over the offer like vultures on road kill. Well, I was on vacation and didn't need to be asked twice.

"Y'all can serve me another." I announced quietly, as my stomach did a slow rumble.

I watched as a heavy, impenetrable fog rolled up tight against the windows. Jeez, you couldn't see an inch outside.


Posted by: free2Bme 26-Jun-2003, 07:38 AM
Anne slowly takes a tiny sip of her drink through a straw, allowing the Golden Jamaican Rum to work its magic on her frayed nerves...

Looks my plan is working, soon everyone will be over at the dartboard, or better yet, at the billiard tables, and will have forgotten all about the vampire...

The man in the Hawiian shirt seems nice enough, and not nearly as blood thirsty as the rest of the guys in the room. That is the problem with these Highlanders, she mused, they are always so quick to do battle with the least amount of provocation...

Ah well, she was used to that certain amount of violence that comes with having passionate Scottish blood flowing in your viens...

Is that a fog rolling in or have I had a bit too much rum? Go easy girl, remember what happened the last time you drank too much - they said you were dancing naked on the tabletops before the night was over...

Posted by: barddas 26-Jun-2003, 07:47 AM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jun 26 2003, 02:38 PM)


Ah well, she was used to that certain amount of violence that comes with having passionate Scottish blood flowing in your viens...

Is that a fog rolling in or have I had a bit too much rum? Go easy girl, remember what happened the last time you drank too much - they said you were dancing naked on the tabletops before the night was over...[/i]

OOC --You crack me up!!!!! laugh.gif
Thanks!

Posted by: RavenWing 26-Jun-2003, 07:50 AM
He thinks he's such a big shot. These men, all they want to do is destroy, it is gets so old. I hope Mike takes good care of that vial. She take a look around the bar and sees the broken glass, overturned tables and the dishevled patrons. Zeb is getting really good, I guess all those years of our training have paid off for HIM. I just wish it would have paid of just as well for me. One can only do so much with herbs.

She takes another look around the bar and sees this guy with a sheepish look on his face. I'll bet HE is the reason for his smell! She walks over to the tourist, reaches into her bag, and pulls out another little vial, and tosses it to him This will cure what ails ye She says with a smirk on her face.


I guess I had better go talk to Zeb.

Posted by: barddas 26-Jun-2003, 08:00 AM
" So, Izzy do you know what the hell is going on? What are you picking up? You have always been better at reading peoples emotions. This seems to be a very blood thirsty group..."

Posted by: Herrerano 26-Jun-2003, 08:39 AM
"What's this?" I grunted, eyeing the vial the fortune teller lady tossed my way. Damn gas, I didn't think it was that obvious. Still, it seemed to be improving somewhat. I quietly, and unobtrusively poured the vial out into the potted plant located close to my table. It quickly withered and died.

It looked as if the she knew that other fellow. I watched as they sat huddled together at the other table.

Outside the fog pressed heavily against the glass, while inside things slowly seemed to return to a more relaxed feeling. Maybe I had been seeing things, and why was this Ann person humming that sickening romantic tune under her breath?

Posted by: free2Bme 26-Jun-2003, 08:49 AM
Well not even that poor potted plant could withstand those noxious emmisssions coming from that corner...poor plant, dead before it's time, it had a whole life ahead of him, never even had a chance to pollinate...*sniff* *hic*

Woah, now I know I should slow down on the Rum and Cokes, I never could hold my liquor...

I wonder if someone has a couple of quarters to spare? I can plunk them into that old jukebox there beside the man in the Hawaiian Shirt with the dead potted plant... I have this stupid Barry Manilow tune stuck in my head that just won't go away...I will just hold my breath while I see if its offered in the selection list...

Posted by: RavenWing 26-Jun-2003, 09:05 AM
I can't believe he poured that in the plant. That plant didn't deserve to die. Doesn't he realize the digestive system is a whole lot tougher than a plant? Jeez, men...You try to help them and they turn it away. Well, he can suffer for all I care.

Sits at table and joins Zeb " So, Izzy do you know what the hell is going on? What are you picking up? You have always been better at reading peoples emotions. This seems to be a very blood thirsty group..." he said

Well, those guys that left are definitley up to something, maybe they are lovers and hitting on me was just a cover up? She smirks

There is a lot of confusion here. Most are in destruction mode, while others couldn't give a damn. I think who we need to worry about are all these men around here that are just out to kill. I think that mysterious guy that left with Kent was definitely up to something, and I don't think it is good.

Posted by: Herrerano 26-Jun-2003, 09:07 AM
"Would you like to sit down awhile? You look a little unsteady there." I remarked quietly to the lady with the space cadet look in her eyes as she passed close to my table on the way to the music machine in the corner.

"It smells sort of like there might be some bad plumbing back there somewhere, but the stench is fading. I think in a few minutes the air will clear up." I said quietly.

Posted by: free2Bme 26-Jun-2003, 09:16 AM
QUOTE (Herrerano @ Jun 26 2003, 12:07 PM)
"It smells sort of like there might be some bad plumbing back there somewhere, but the stench is fading.  I think in a few minutes the air will clear up."

I just wanted to see if they have any Barry Manilow music in the jukebox...I don't think I can handle sitting here with those fumes coming from the bad plumbing, maybe you can sit over there at the bar with me?

As Anne and the quite handsome man in the Hawaiian Shirt settle down at the bar, Tom opens a window...

Disco music and the strains of Barry Manilow's song "Copa Cabana" begin to waft through the air of the pub...

Posted by: Herrerano 26-Jun-2003, 10:34 AM
Sitting at the bar with Ann, I notice someone opening a window. I wonder if that is such a good idea.

" Do you live around here or are you just passing through?"I ask. "And what do you know about this vampire business?" My questions come forth as the insipid Barry Manilow croons on with a quasi caribean tune.

Damn! This woman is attractive and I have never been very good at small talk. Actually, owing to my Scots roots, I have never been very good at talking at all managing most conversations with one syllable grunts and by moving my expansive eyebrows for punctuation. I sip quickly from one of the two pints in front of me. (Hey, I'm not greedy, but when she offered to pay how could I refuse, besides this was a hedge against the lousy service.)

We continued to talk as the fog outside grew heavier and heavier and seemed to sort of ooze through the window.


"Do you really like Barry Manilow? I wouldn't mind hearing a little Dorindo Cardenas, but I suppose that is asking to much over here, isn't it? You probably don't even know who he is." I say, chuckling a little to myself as drops of stout dribble across my fat belly.

Posted by: free2Bme 26-Jun-2003, 01:08 PM
Oh I'm just here on vacation same as you. I won a bit of money playing the Florida Lottery - so I hopped on the plane at Orlando and 11 hours later here I am in Scotland! All of my kin are from right here, we even have our own Castle! She coyly speaks almost in a whisper, her soft southern drawl sends shivers up and down his spine.

She continues to slowly sip her drink. He looks so cute sitting there with a bit of stout dripping from his beard...

Actually I detest Barry Manilow, but this tune is stuck in my head and the only way to rid myself of it is to listen to it over and over until it goes away! I have half a mind to play every Barry Manilow tune in the jukebox, just to liven this place up a bit... I have a roll of quarters and I'm not afraid to use it!

So far Scotland has been a bit disappointing - I was expecting to see more festivals, more kilts, and hear more Celtic Music - which I ADORE! But all these guys seem to want to do is flirt and pick fights. I guess I bought into the whole tourist spiel too much - I haven't met one piper band since I arrived!


I wonder if he knows much about Celtic literature or poetry, or music, she thinks to herself...

Posted by: barddas 26-Jun-2003, 02:51 PM
Zeb to Isabelle

" So what did you read from the fellow you gave the reading too? I felt an very odd feeling around the lad. He's hiding something....
He's no Magick user, but he knows something... enough to get himself in and out of trouble.... Hold on one sec...."

Zeb walks over to the table where the reading was done...


OOC- Pawnman does your character smoke?

Posted by: pawnman 26-Jun-2003, 02:55 PM
ooc: no, my character does not smoke. Leaves traces smile.gif

By this time I've already left the pub with Swan's character.

ooc: I'll be sticking in the sidetrip thread for a while, but I'll be reading here.

Posted by: barddas 26-Jun-2003, 02:57 PM
QUOTE (pawnman @ Jun 26 2003, 09:55 PM)
ooc: no, my character does not smoke. Leaves traces smile.gif


OOC- nice pick up.... wink.gif

Posted by: pawnman 26-Jun-2003, 02:59 PM
ooc: You may pick up traces from my drink mug...By the way, I've revealed some things to Swan's character in the other thread. I don't know how much sorcery you know and what your character would find out using it, but it's there if you want to incorporate it.

Posted by: barddas 26-Jun-2003, 03:03 PM
( walking back to the table I look down at the floor in aggravation. But then a gift is noticed on the floor! Two silver shell casings from that guys gun. These will be our connection to keep tabs on the two guys who left. If they are still together....)


"Izzy look what I found..."

Posted by: barddas 26-Jun-2003, 03:04 PM
QUOTE (pawnman @ Jun 26 2003, 09:59 PM)
ooc: You may pick up traces from my drink mug...By the way, I've revealed some things to Swan's character in the other thread. I don't know how much sorcery you know and what your character would find out using it, but it's there if you want to incorporate it.

OOC- Thank you sir

Posted by: Herrerano 26-Jun-2003, 04:07 PM
Sitting at the bar with this attractive female person, my throat was so dry it was sprouting cacti inside. I spat out a thorn and spoke.

?I know what you mean about the tourist deal, I have been in quite a few different places and very seldom as a tourist. I have gotten to watch them come face to face with the reality of a place. Still, most places are really much more interesting like they are, rather then the ?Disney? version that a lot of folks seem to want.

My throat was dry, and sweat was breaking out on my forehead. I wished I could think of something really interesting to say, but I have never been very good at enchanting talk. The fact that she was quite attractive and wearing that low cut blouse was having an affect on me as well. But I think the real problem was that I was disconcerted by her fair skin and light eyes. I was much more used to those dark eyed, dark skinned latin beauties, with their coy sort of flirting ways. This woman was making me forget the terror of a few minutes before.

I continued, attempting to find some way to draw her out and get her talking, I was a sucker for a southern accent.


?You said you have family here, can you tell me about them?"
I continued nervously,
"My family was originally from farther to the Northwest, but have been gone from here for a long time. They foolishly followed Montrose and were sacrificed at Manchester about 350 years ago. Once I used to entertain some kind of idea of having some kind of connection to the ground here, but after all that I have seen in my life, I don?t have many romantic illusions anymore. I just had the opportunity to be able to travel up here, part business, part pleasure, and check this area out?

God almighty, I thought, those lips. And that blouse, I wondered?no, better not to continue. I drained the one pint of Guinness in one long pull. Maybe I should just get smashed.



Posted by: free2Bme 26-Jun-2003, 05:08 PM
Gosh is it getting warm in here or is it just me? she said with a laugh, her deep blue azure eyes sparkling.

I know what you mean about feeling a connection with the ground here. My family were all forced to leave during the 'Clearances' - we are Ross, Taylor, and Stewarts, highlanders both here and in the mountains of Kentucky. I feel as if Scotland has been calling me all of my life...it is my destiny to return here to the land of my ancestors. A bit like salmon who have to swim upstream and return to the place of their birth in order to spawn. When she thought about the implications of what she just said she blushed deeply.

I better be careful about what I say to this sweet, sexy, handsome man. Afterall, I don't know anything about him. A girl can't be too careful these days...

The jukebox has finally stopped, much to the relief of the patrons inside the pub. A sudden gust of wind blew in through the open window causing Anne to shiver in the cold draft.

I think I will go see if they have "Mandy" on this jukebox. A collective GROAN is emitted from the pub which can be heard clear down the street. Well, okay, can any of you think of anything better than listening to Barry Manilow tunes on the jukebox all night? If not, then I will spend my quarters any way I want to!

Now if that doesn't get this place moving, nothing will - and i am just mean enough to make good my threat, too!

Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 10:32 AM
ooc: any musicians in this game?

Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 12:20 PM
As Anne makes her way back across the pub to the jukebox, a devilish grin on her lips, she notices that stench is getting stronger. She had thought that the Man in the Hawaiian shirt was the one with the gastric problems, but this smell was more vile and putrid than any she had ever smelled before...the smell seemed to be eminating from the bathroom area of the pub, and it slowly seeped its way out the opened window behind the bar into the cloak of darkness beyond...

Now she feels as if she owes that sweet man a really big apology for thinking such a thing...

Posted by: Herrerano 27-Jun-2003, 12:23 PM
Sitting and starting on the second pint in front of me, hands trembling I watch as this gorgeous slice of femaledom rises gracefully and glides across the room to play more of that horrible music. Oh no, the first notes of 'Mandy' are heard in the pub and I feel slightly nauseated. Sweat rolls endlessly down my brow and my shirt is sticking to my back and my manly rolls of fat. I make a silent promise to myself to start using my 'Abmaster' more diligently. She returns and sits beside me, her knee just inches from mine, I hope I don't faint.

"So, do you know anything about this vampire? And why on earth would you not want something like that caught and destroyed?"

I couldn't help but notice as she sat beside me again how tight those jeans were. My mind was all over the place but it kept wanting to return to thoughts of, well, other things more pleasant then vampires. And her teeth were absolutely perfect, God, I bet her parents had spent a fortune on braces when she was a kid. They were so perfect I wondered if they might be dentures.

"By the way, before I forget, there is supposed to be a fiddle contest here in a few days. Do you think you will still be here for that? It's the reason I decided to come up here, I used to play a little and still enjoy listening a lot." That is, I think, if we are still alive in a few days and have not been turned into horrible undead creatures feasting on blood.



Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 12:36 PM
Before I go any further tonight, please allow me to introduce myself...I have gone on and on, and I never told you my name. My name is Anne, and yours is? she paused only a moment to draw her breath, and did not allow him to speak...

I also want to tell you that I owe you an apology, I really do. Will you forgive me for thinking that your BO is what killed that potted plant over there? I was just over there a moment ago, and do you know that there is one raunchy smell eeking out of that back room yonder? Can you ever forgive me for thinking such a terrible thought? she spoke with that soft honey sweet southern accent and batted her long lashes at him.

Then she gave him the most innocent look she could muster and asked "Vampire? What vampire? What are you talking about? There are no vampires around here, they only live in Transylvania, right?"

Posted by: pawnman 27-Jun-2003, 12:43 PM
"Sure, sweetie. And the good guy always wins" I stride confidently into the pub, this time better equipped for trouble. "That's there best trick, you know. Convincing people they don't exist. Well, I'm telling you that they DO exist, and that pretty little cross around your neck is scant protection. I can't believe you're all still sitting in here after all that happened. The english really are quiet and reserved. Tom, scotch, straight, and plenty of it." I continue to stand at the bar, refusing to be distracted so easily a second time.

Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 12:44 PM
ooc: Anne is a *blonde* remember - you are very likely to get lots of clues from her regarding the vampires whereabouts biggrin.gif

Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 12:55 PM
She turns around and faces him, looking ever more handsome and confident in that kilt. Who cares what clan he is, I wonder if he is wearing that little kilt military style? Oooh man, I am going to have to eat something and soon. Drinking rum and coke on empty stomach is going to cause me to say something I shouldn't say.

Then she returns her attention to the Man in the Hawaiian Shirt...Do you know if they sell any food in this pub? I could go for some fish and chips tonight!

Hey wait - did he just call me English? What an insult! Next thing you know he is going to call me a Yankee, then I'll have to deck him!

Posted by: Herrerano 27-Jun-2003, 12:59 PM
Oh lord, I thought, now will I have to explain about my name? The compulsion to be absolutely honest with this creature of the gods sitting beside me was overwhelming. But still, would I have to go into the whole explanation about how I had acquired my unusual name? Well, I reasoned, if she asked about it I would tell the truth, or most of it anyway.

"My parents named me Firth, but everyone calls me John."

My mind was still reeling with her denial of the vampire, if she is denying that, then maybe someone like me has a chance. My gonads were starting to think they may still have a life. Her apology took me off gaurd. I felt so hot that palms were sprouting behind my ears, I surreptitiously removed a coconut and waited for the inevitable questions.

Posted by: Herrerano 27-Jun-2003, 01:07 PM
I couldn't help but notice the look in her eye as she eyed the hombre in the kilt. Still, I maintained hope and silently decided that not only would I be more diligent with my old 'Abmaster' but that I would actually start an exercise program and maybe get one of those exercise machines that can be stored anywhere.

"Would you like something to eat?"I asked, "If they don't have any fish and chips, they might have some Forfar Bridies, those are very good. You have drank a good amount of rum tonight."

Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 01:09 PM
What a great name Firth. I don't believe I have ever heard that name before, although I have heard some pretty unusual names in my life. Us mountain folks like to name our children after characters in books, like William Tell, or after movie stars like my brother, Jerry Reed, or some such. And every family has to have at least one member named Bubba for some reason. Oh God, why am I so nervous all of a sudden? The hairs on my neck standing up. Is HE here?

Forfar Birdies? Are they anything like fried chicken and mashed potatoes?

Posted by: Herrerano 27-Jun-2003, 01:19 PM
It's Forfar Bridies, not Birdies, they are a little meat pie type thing filled with meat and onions and some potatoes sometimes, but made larger then the normal meat pie. Common in the area around Forfar and Dundee.

The stench seemed to be returning, at least this time I knew it wasn't me.

My mother named me Firth, she had a speech impediment and since I was the first born son, well, she named me First, but it came out Firth. My father used to joke that I had Birthed Forth Firtht. Very funny isn't it? Please, just call me John, then I won't have to punch anyones lights out. Fights always seem to follow my name."

Her sexy charms were making me giddy, my heart was beating so fast I could hardly stand it and I felt strangely lightheaded. I drained my Guiness and asked for more.

Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 01:29 PM
Okay meat pies it is! Tom can you bring us a couple platters of those birdie thingies? Tom writes her order down with a smirk.


Don't be shy, I like the way your momma named you! I went to school with a guy named Waynemond - same problem momma wanted to call him Raymond, but she couldn't pronounce it! It could be worse you know, she could have named you Sioux or something.

You know, this man seems all right. Someone I can relax and get comfortable with. He isn't all full of himself like some of the guys in this place! She casts a withering glance in the direction of the guy in the kilt.

Nervously she glanced around the room. Why is HE hanging around here? Doesn't he know the kind of danger he is in. He should run and get away while he has the chance. I can only stall these people for so long.

I bought everyone a round of drinks, I made them listen to Barry Manilow, for pete's sake - I have made small talk, all to distract them so HE could leave. Now why won't he just go?

Posted by: Herrerano 27-Jun-2003, 01:42 PM
The hairs were literally standing up on my neck and dancing, it felt as if some of them were wearing spiked heels and really cutting loose.

I spoke up, "Tom, she means a plate of bridies and could you throw in some chips as well, don't forget to bring the vinegar. Oh yeah, and the lady would like another rum and coke and I want another Guinness. And bring her good rum too, not that crap ya got stuck below the bar.

The fog was so thick outside it looked as if we were in a world of out own.

Posted by: Guest 27-Jun-2003, 03:07 PM
While sitting at the table with Isabelle, I see our kilted "hero" enter the pub again. Thinking to myself, OH now that's subtle! A big crossbow strapped to his back.
In the back round I hear what seems to be.... Yup, it is. Tom Jones IT'S NOT UNUSUAL.

Now I see that Tom the bartender is having a few choice words with the kilted one. I wonder where his trigger happy companion is?

Posted by: barddas 27-Jun-2003, 03:09 PM
OOC- The above reply is from me.. I didn't realize i wasn't logged in.. OOPs
Big DORK

Posted by: Herrerano 27-Jun-2003, 03:58 PM
Not only were the hairs standing up on my neck and dancing a jig, but my throat was dry again and my bowels were in an uproar. The place suddenly felt cold and I couldn't help but shiver. It seemed as if I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, but it was just an eyebrow straying too far. I was hungry and wished that Tom would get back with the food.

I was thinking hard about this blond sitting beside me as she chatted on inanley about things. There was a time when I had been immersed in wishing I could have lived a few hundred years in the past, but since the war and the things in between, I had sort of left all of that behind and now tended to live in the present. Twenty years ago that fellow in the kilt could have been me, but I had changed too much to go back to that. Still, I had hoped to hear some good fiddle music, those old tunes like Sleepy Maggie and Soldiers Joy always reminded me of happy times with my family.

Again it seemed as if I saw something out of the corner of my eye. But when I turned to look there was nothing there. Why did this dame say that there had been no vampire, when earlier I had clearly heard her offer a bet that no one would catch him? What gave here? Was she smarter then she let on? What kind of game was she playing? Maybe it really wasn't any sort of act and she really did have the IQ of a warm spring day. I hoped it was the later, who needs a smart chick anyway? I'm not all that interested in talk.

Damn it! There it was again, just out of sight and by the time I could look good there was nothing there. Now I was sure the place was growing colder, one of the mangos that had been sprouting out of my sweaty hot armpits fell to the floor with a frozen thud.

Posted by: free2Bme 27-Jun-2003, 07:33 PM
Anne grabs a couple more quarters from her purse and slinks back over to the jukebox, a bit more jiggle-wiggle in her walk. I'll be right back, sugar. I just want to listen to a bit more music while we wait for our food. she chirps sweetly to Firth.

Hey, Tom Jones! Now who put that music on? Do they have anymore Tom Jones selections ... let's see G14 "She's a Lady" ... that ought to do it.
Maybe as I work my way back around to the jukebox again I can keep turning their attention to the music. I bet the window back there is stuck and HE can't escape - something is up or else HE would have been long gone by now.

If nothing else maybe I can trip them up if they decide to storm the back hall. I just hope none of them decide to start shooting again. I am pretty good with Aggression Control Techniques, but that will not stop a bullet if they decide to fire any more rounds tonight. Uhggggg, that smell!

Posted by: free2Bme 28-Jun-2003, 12:08 PM
As she was about to return to the bar for her meal, she felt a sudden "call of nature" that compelled her to remove herself to the ladies room once again. That horrible stench kept getting stronger and stronger with each step she took down the corridore. She took one last deep breath and dashed into the ladies room. As she came out of the bathroom, her face turning blue from lack of oxygen, she bumped headlong into HIM.

Surprised, she exclaimed in a loud whisper - Get out! You must go now! They are after you! I can't stall them one minute longer!

He gave no reply, only looking at her with that peculiar smile upon his face. She reached for her grandmother's antique crucifix to protect herself and realized too late that the chain had broken and the crucifix was no longer there...He smiled an evil and wicked smile ... I just wanted to give you one last kiss goodbye before I go...

Posted by: Herrerano 28-Jun-2003, 12:28 PM
Sitting on the barstool, I watched that delightful derriere undulate back to the juke box. Tom arrived with the food and sullenly plopped down the drinks. I took a long pull from my Guinness, and glanced back to see that blond beauty plunking quarters in the music machine. I was beginning to think that the coldness I felt might be because I was so used to a tropical climate, when I felt my stomach turn and my entire bowel felt as if it would erupt.

Damn it, I thought, too much Guinness. I got up to go back to the old 'baño'. Tom Jones was belting away on the juke box.


It was then that I saw them both standing there. She was standing very still, like a deer paralyzed by headlights, that terrifying dark figure had his hands on her shoulders and was leaning closer as if he meant to kiss her.
"Hey" I screamed out (I don't know what came over me at this point, as I was totally terrified and I think actually shaking, yet I couldn't bear to see her in his clutches.) "What are you doing? Get away from her you beast." I started to run towards them in a most stupid fashion, and as I got closer the fear was too much for my troubled gut. There it went, a long loud gasp of fetid flatulence. The odor of garlic permeated the air. The creature hesitated, looked evily at me and turning he disappeared once more. I was shaking I was so frightened, and at the same time horribly embarrased, it seems that vampires gave me gas in the most horrible way. The air slowly cleared.

Posted by: Herrerano 28-Jun-2003, 03:21 PM
I might have been embarrased, but at least she looked unharmed. "Are you alright?" I asked, unsure of what to do, my instincts were to reach out to her, but the situation was so strange. I started to put my hands up to her shoulders when I heard a commotion in the front of the pub. I glanced up and saw the monster had reappeared closer to the bar. There was a flurry of activity among the other patrons, but I couldn't tell what was going on.

The window remained open, the heavy, oily fog was rolling in and actually covering the floor of the pub like some sort of vile gas. I stood as if I were a statue, unable to move, unable to comprehend what was taking place. All I knew is that I had to pee, and that I had better do it pretty damn quickly.

Posted by: free2Bme 28-Jun-2003, 03:24 PM
The sudden shock of seeing HIM again, the ear splitting sound like a fog horn ripping through the bar combined with the toxic fumes of decaying flesh and digested garlic were too much for her senses to endure - her mind numb with fear and too much rum, she felt her knees buckle, and Anne fainted dead away in the hall.

Posted by: Herrerano 28-Jun-2003, 03:28 PM
I desperatly lunged to try and catch her falling, voluptuous body. I came quite close to making the catch and her delicate, blond head only bounced off the floor one time before it was safely cradled in my hands.

God, I thought, when am I going to be able to take a leak!

Posted by: free2Bme 28-Jun-2003, 03:37 PM
My head spinning, I feel Firth lower me to the floor, and I opened my eyes in time to see him yell across his shoulder - Back in a second, toots!

Owwwwch what a lump on my head! What happened? One minute I am at the jukebox putting quarters in and the next minute I am here in the hall on the floor...

Posted by: Herrerano 28-Jun-2003, 03:39 PM
OOC: Thanks babe, I owe ya one. laugh.gif laugh.gif laugh.gif laugh.gif

Posted by: free2Bme 28-Jun-2003, 03:42 PM
ooc: well, considering the alternative was UNTHINKABLE laugh.gif

Posted by: pawnman 28-Jun-2003, 06:52 PM
gawdammit all to bloody hell I think to myself, whipping the larger crossbow of my back I must have really screwed up in a former life I take a deep breath, squezzing the trigger while taking aim. I see my opportunity when Firth and Anne fall to the floor and take the shot. A high pitched whine fills the pub as the capacitor charges the magnetic coils and accelerates the 18" wooden stake to Mach .95. I see my fanged quarry pivot out of harm's way, then grin at me. "You'll have to chase me if you want me, hunter," he says with a smirk. Then, he's gone again. "Geez, lady, you deaf? I TOLD you a crucifix will not back a vampire off. Only two ways to kill them: sunlight and wooden stakes. Are you two ok? Did he bite either of you? If he did, I need to know now before it's too late. Vampirism can be prevented if you catch it early enough..."

Posted by: free2Bme 28-Jun-2003, 09:07 PM
OOC:

Stay tuned for our continuing story...now taking place in RPG2-the Hunt...

Will our vampire be caught? ...

Has our own Anne become one of the Undead?...

Will someone give our hero Firth a large bottle of Mylanta before he bursts? ...

Only time will tell!... Tune in tommorrow - same "Bat Time" same "Bat Channel!"

(insert your own theme music here)

Posted by: Swanny 28-Jun-2003, 10:02 PM
OOC - Theme Music

Oh, there's sober men in plenty
and drunkards barely twenty,
there are men of over ninety
who have never yet kissed a girl
but gi' me a ramblin' rover,
from Orkney down to Dover,
and we'll roam the wide world over,
and together we'll face the world.

tongue.gif

Posted by: free2Bme 29-Jun-2003, 02:04 PM
OOC:

Stay tuned for an upcoming post in which we'll hear Anne say...

OOOOOh my head hurts, and my stomache is churning. I really feel kinda terrible. What's the number for 911? she groans as she lays pitifully on the floor of the pub...

Being the dutiful barkeep that he is, Tom has already notified the authorities of the attack and possibility of an injured patron. An Ambulance and a Police Patrol Car are coming full throttle with sirens screaming on their way to the pub in the wee hour before dawn.

Posted by: Herrerano 30-Jun-2003, 05:19 PM
I dash madly for the loo. Damn it! This stout ran right through me. As I reentered the pub, I saw it was now crowded with people in uniform, trying to establish order. There was a knot of people crowded around a guerney, a splash of bimbo blonde hair spilling over one end. They were wheeling Ann towards the door. I tried to catch up, but was intercepted by one of the officials. I heard her faintly breathing, and exclaim in that gorguous southern accent, "OOOOOh my head hurts, and my stomache is churning. I really feel kinda terrible.

I could get no closer, I was detained by the officer in front of me. He spoke up, "We recieved a call concerning some kind of disturbance here."

My mind raced, Tom must have rang them on the phone when all the excitement broke loose. My first thought was an attempt to comprehend the miracle of that event. My God, the phones must actually work here. A million questions whirled through my mind but foremost was, how can that be, don't they have Cable and Wireless here too? And it works? I was utterly dumbfounded and amazed. I almost forgot the terror of the previous few minutes with the knowledge that Cable and Wireless actually functioned here, and from a payphone in a pub no less.

Posted by: barddas 01-Jul-2003, 08:32 AM
Zeb to Isabelle- "I think we need to keep an eye on Anne. She *Obviously* knows this Vampire very well..... she might be able to aid in saving his life...."

Zeb passes the officers without being questioned. He watches the officers as they try to make sence of what Anne is saying during the questioning of tonights events....

Lowers his hat, and lights his pipe....


Posted by: RavenWing 01-Jul-2003, 08:38 AM
I agree, there is much more going on in that noggin of hers than she will admit. I am sure I have something in this bag that will help. Can you do anything for her?

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 01-Jul-2003, 08:38 AM
A young woman enters the Pub. She smiles at the barkeep and orders a Guinness of the stunned man (stunned because of all the things happening at his Pub).

She is wears black motorbike gear, leether boots and leather trousers, the jacket is casually thrown over her left shoulder; and black velvet bodice with ornamented-seethru front. Her long hair is black but the 2cm from the roots is dyed purple. Her eyes are of a very curious geyish color and she is very pale which is enhanced by the black make up around her eyes and the very dark purple lipstick.

With a curious glance she scans the situation and her face shows the confusion about what is going on in here. She leans back against the bar and remains there, somehow very uninteresting for anybody who doesn't look too close.

Posted by: barddas 01-Jul-2003, 08:57 AM
QUOTE (RavenWing @ Jul 1 2003, 03:38 PM)
I agree, there is much more going on in that noggin of hers than she will admit. I am sure I have something in this bag that will help. Can you do anything for her?

" As long as the constibles don't take her in..We can get her sober instantly... We need a deversion...."

Zeb looks aound notices the gas light lamp post.....Focusing on it.... It wells up into a ball of flame.... Very near an old delapitated building...... That starts to catch fire...

OOC - now remember it is still raining.... so the fire in question will more than likely not spread.. Just a diversion...


All of the officers quickly respond... Leaving Ann alone

"Isabelle, Grab her!!!! "

Now a heavy thick fog rolls down the street as we take Anne to my car, and to safty...

we easily pass unnoticed... Once we are out of site the fire dies out...


Posted by: RavenWing 01-Jul-2003, 09:19 AM
Grabs Anne, throws her over her shoulder, sets her into the back seat of Zeb's car, and hops into the front passenger seat. lead on!


Posted by: Herrerano 01-Jul-2003, 09:36 AM
My mind still spinning from the thought that here in Britain, Cable and Wireless actually was a functional telephone company unlike their operation in Panama, I saw flames jump up across the street. The officers poured out the door to see what had happened and in an instant those two who had been quiet at the bar grabbed Ann and disappeared.

This place was crazy. I was seriously considering just buying a bottle of whiskey and taking comfort in the fact that now the place was empty. On the other hand I was not too sure if I wanted to stick around since Tom the bartender was looking really pissed off. With all of these folks running out, and all of the drinking that had gone on before, it seemed that no one had bothered to pay their bar-tab. Cripes did he look mad.

What were those two up to and where had they taken Ann? I had not known her for very long, but for some reason I felt a sense of responsibilty. (I may wear Hawaiin Shirts, but I am not a clod, ok?) It seemed as if she had some sort of connection with this dark creature that had invaded the night, but what was it? Is that why she had been nabbed? And who was this person in black, leaning against the bar trying to look inconspicuous with two-toned hair?

I darted out the door to try and catch a glimpse of where they had disappeared with that bodacious blond tart. But they were gone before I could even get to the door. Now what? To say I felt utterly dejected would be the understatement of the year. It was then I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I swung around when I heard that gruff voice say,
"Pay up Bud." It was Tom, and he didn't look like he was in a mood for any jokes.



Posted by: barddas 01-Jul-2003, 09:54 AM
IN THE CAR-

"Ok, that was close. She should be out for a little bit. Ok, this has been in my head for a while now, it might seem like I'm paronoid. I think our gun and crossbow toting pals are part of an group that is out to rid the earth of the supernatural. From what I know of them they believe the supernatural beings to be terrorist to human kind! So, they go around offing everything from Werewolves, vampires, faeries, and even Magicians/Occultist.

I know that the watchers, the ones who keep tabs on the immortals, keep tabs on the other supernaturals as well..... So I believe it is in our best interest to find out where we can locate the watchers in the area.
Because I'm sure our pals with the guns won't be far behind.

Posted by: RavenWing 01-Jul-2003, 10:03 AM
Shudders at Zebs comments.What have I gotten myself into?

OK, but how do we go about finding them? They stay hidden for a reason.

She starts to rummage through her bag, pulls out several bottles and pouches, and proceeds to make a potion of sorts. This should help her recover, and sleep in the meantime. Do you need a pick-me-up?

Posted by: barddas 01-Jul-2003, 10:09 AM
" Yes a pick me up would be nice dear. NO STARBUCKS.....LOL!
AS for your feelings...We are all put here for a reason.... This is our reason right now....

People fear the things in storybooks.... We and many others *are* the storybook. And try to destroy what the fear.... We can not let this happen. "

"As for the watchers...they will more than likely find us before we find them. They have a way of knowing when and where to be....

This one ( motions towards Anne ) she might be able to help us more than we know....

It's a shame we got off to such a crappy start to...( refering to ANNE)
. ( Looks at Isabelle starts to chuckle)

"We should be there in a few more miles.. don't want to be too far out of town. Yet."

Posted by: Herrerano 01-Jul-2003, 11:49 AM
"Uh, sure Tom, no problem. How much do I owe?" I asked, innocently.

He told me and I almost fainted on the spot. Good lord! "Are you sure?" I asked unbelievingly.

"Somebody has to pay for all those drinks, and we all know that yanks have a lot of silver in their pockets." He replied.

"But look here, I may have been born a yank, but I live in a third world country there fella. I'm not paying for anyone else's drinks. If they ran out and you couldn't catch them that's your tough luck." I was feeling pretty stubborn here but that bill was enormous.

Tom just stood and watched me for a moment, slowly swing a heavy piece of pipe into the palm of his hand. His eyes had gone sort of funny and I was starting to think it might be worthwhile to just pay the bill. That was when the inspector returned and started to look curiously around the pub.

Tom spoke up, "This yank won't pay up Inspector."

The inspector eyed Tom and then looked at me, I started to stammer out an explanation, but the inspector interrupted me. "Tom, just charge him a fair amount will ya? I don't want to remind you of that little deal with the Henderson girl do I?"

Tom looked a little put out with that and started to open his mouth then seemed to think better of it. When he did speak, the only words that came out were a much reduced amount for the bill. With that I felt considerably relieved, and took out the bills and payed him.

The inspector took me by the arm and led me back inside the pub. We talked for a while, but his questions were hard to answer. I didn't want to say anything about vampires, he would think I was crazy. The only thing I could do was tell him that it looked like everyone in the place had gone wacko, and that Ann had fainted during the course of some sort of melee at the front of the pub.

He looked at me oddly then, and asked about her. "She went with the medics didn't she?

"She was taken by two oddballs that were here in the pub inspector. That's why I was trying to get out of the pub, to see which direction they had gone, but thanks to Tom there, I have lost her.

The inspector looked at me for a moment, and then jumped to his feet and called for a Sergeant. They spoke quickly for a few seconds and then both were out the door.


Posted by: barddas 01-Jul-2003, 12:52 PM
In the Car scene-

Zeb pulls the car over at a small pub. Isabelle has the look of THIS IS NOT THE BEST TIME TO STOP FOR A DRINK.

" Izzy I will be back in two shakes....."

After a few minutes Zeb returns to the car with a backpack.

" I have a mate that is half owner of this place, he also knows a watcher. He says to head north... So do we need to stop by your place and pick up anything you might need?"

Posted by: RavenWing 01-Jul-2003, 01:07 PM
Yes we do. I can think of a ton of things to bring. You may want to have a look as well.

Turns around to look at Anne

The poor dear is still knocked out. The way you have been eyeing her all night it is probably a good thing that I am here Arches an eyebrow and gives Zeb a knowing look.

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 01-Jul-2003, 01:13 PM
With a glance at the barkeeper who seems to be slightly uncomfortable she empties her pint. She drops some coins on the counter and nods shortly before walking out of the pub, her coat blowing in a sudden cold draft going throuout the pub. The door gives a low creak and the girl is gone...

Posted by: barddas 01-Jul-2003, 01:26 PM
QUOTE (RavenWing @ Jul 1 2003, 08:07 PM)
Yes we do. I can think of a ton of things to bring. You may want to have a look as well.

Turns around to look at Anne

The poor dear is still knocked out. The way you have been eyeing her all night it is probably a good thing that I am here Arches an eyebrow and gives Zeb a knowing look.

" Oh it was just a bit of fun. I'm sure she knows that... she had her eye on that flowered shirt fellow anyway, and the guy with the kilt, and Tom, not to mention her love of barry manilow" ( shudders a bit)

" I do hope she comes to soon, I wouldn't want her to freak on us...Which would be understandable.... I mean if I saw what we saw, and then woke up with a couple of strangers in a car..... WHWhhhhew..."

"Sounds like a bad plot line to story if you say it like that... LOL!"

"I've got a few things of use in the backpack... "

Now almost at Isabelle flat----

Posted by: Herrerano 02-Jul-2003, 09:56 AM
I left the pub, I figured for the moment the best I could do was return to my hotel room. The fog had lifted and the rain was just a gentle cold drizzle. My hotel was only a few blocks, and the short walk helped wake me and clear my head.

It would be a lie to say that I was not a little nervous, and I kept glancing around me as I walked. I felt sure that the abomination had left, but I didn't feel comfortable.

I could never explain this phenomenon, but it seemed that I have always been a magnet for small creatures. Soon I was accompanied in my walk by several dogs that had just joined me as if on some adventure. They didn't come too close, but they kept pace with me and often ran ahead and then circled back. Like I said, I am like a magnet and this was in no way unusual. Everywhere I have been, this same thing has happened whenever there are dogs or cats or practically any animal around. I had never thought much of it, but tonight it was especially comforting.

I reached the hotel and entered, leaving the animals behind. I took my key from the sleepy clerk and made my way up to my room. I closed and locked the door, but finding myself wide awake and feeling somewhat closed in I opened the window, then poured myself a drink of scotch.

Pulling a chair close to the window, I propped my feet up on the sill, took out an excellent Honduran cigar and sat comfortably, absorbed in my thoughts and the rich smoke.

Posted by: free2Bme 02-Jul-2003, 12:58 PM
Hey...this isn't an ambulance! And these people in the front seat aren't medical people! And I bet I'm not anywhere near an Emergency Room am I!?!?!?! These thoughts come to her splitting head now throbbing with pain and confusion, and she fights the impulse to scream them at her abductors!

Robbers!!! Murderers!!!!!!! Rapist!! No wait, she seems relatively unharmed , except for the large tear in the sleeve of her silk blouse...how dare they! She paid a LOT of money for that blouse! Her fear was now fading, and her anger building!

Who are these two and who do they think they are! I bet they are after my Lottery Fortune! Well the joke is on them , I have it safely locked away in the safe in my room!

My poor cat hasn't been fed! She thought now of her poor little kitty cat, sitting in the windor of her room inside the Scottish Castle, the one with the Las Vegas Style Medieval Theme decor. How hungry he must be!

If I ever want to see my kitty cat again, I better just lay here and pretend to still be unconcious...revenge is a plate that is best served cold.

Speaking of plates, I wonder were my hero Frith is? He was such a nice man, and now I will never see him again...must not allow these negative thoughts to prevent me from coming up with an escape plan...

Oh I swear on my father's grave I will NEVER EVER drink rum and coke on an empty stomache ever again! Oh this road is so bumpy! They are driving toooo fast! Ohhhhhh oohhhhhhhhhhhhh ....... oops


She filled the back floorboard with her vomit. Ha! Serves 'im right she thought to herself...

Posted by: Herrerano 02-Jul-2003, 01:12 PM
I had popped a CD into my little portable and sat quietly listening and smoking. Maná sang quietly in the background.

QUOTE
Rayando el sol
Rayando por ti
esta pena me duele, me quema sin tu amor
no me has llamado estoy desesperado
son muchas lunas las que te he llorado

Rayando el sol, oeooo desesperación es más
fácil llegar al sol, que a tu corazón me muero
por ti oeooo viviendo sin ti y no aguanto, me
duele tanto estar asi rayando el sol.

A tu casa yo fui y no te encontré en el
parque, en la plaza, en el cine yo te busqué, te
tengo atrapada entre mi piel y mi alma más
ya no puedo tanto y quiero estar junto a ti. 

Rayando el sol oeooo desesperación es más
llegar al sol que a tu corazón ,oh me 
muero por ti, viviendo sin ti y no aguanto,
me duele tanto estar asi rayando el sol.

Rayando por ti
Rayando
rayando, ¡Uuuh rayando, rayando el sol!
rayando ay ay ay ay rayando el sol
rayando...



The song brought back a flood of memories, the first time I had heard it I had been in a very different place, one of the other latin countries that had been in the midst of some serious troubles. I remembered the young lieutenant of the squad of National Infantry that was with me up in that mountain village. Teniente Chicárra would come and sit quietly whenever that song came on my small radio. We were all a little homesick, but at least he was still in the country of his birth, albeit a country in the throes of a four decade civil war.

I remembered the small boy that was brought to me one day, his foot practically severed at the ankle. How he had sat quietly while I cleaned the wound and tried to get him to tell me what had happened. His eyes never flickered, ten years old and going on 90. I later found out that he had crossed one of the guerillas that were hidden in our area. Teniente Chicárra later went on a hunt, but would never tell me what had happened.
That was just as well, since I had broken one of the agreements between my government and my host countries by treating the boy at all. The problem was that I had a heart.

The song wound down in all of its sad beauty. ("The sun shines,shines for you, this shame hurts me, burns me without your love, you have not called me, I am desperate; for many nights, for you I have cried.)
(http://nochesaten.iespana.es/nochesaten/letrascanciones/mana.htm)

I got up and poured myself another drink, and wondered about the girl in the bar, what had happened to her? I knew it was crazy, but I felt sort of responsible. Like I said, the problem is that I have a heart.









Posted by: free2Bme 02-Jul-2003, 01:54 PM
The stench of fresh vomit made me all the more nauseous...the car rumbled along the twisted highway, whizzing around the curves, taking on the low hills at breakneck speeds. I now lay face down in the back floorboard, trying to remain as still and lifeless as possible...as much from the pain and nausea in my head and stomach as it was not knowing what these to co-conspirators had in mind.

I tried my best to make sense of their conversation, but none of what they were saying made any sense at all to me.

My thoughts kept returning to Firth. Our conversation at the bar, the meal we had ordered but never eaten. He seemed so genuinely nice, not a phoney like the other guys I have met in this place. Why he had intervened on my behalf in the hallway was a mystery that even I could not fathom.

It was almost as if I had known him my whole life, even though we had only just met. Why had we come together on this night of all nights? What was the hand of destiny to deal me this time?


These were her thoughts as she drifted in and out of consciousness...

Posted by: Herrerano 02-Jul-2003, 01:59 PM
My room was located on the second floor, overlooking the street. As I sat, lost in thought, I noticed a slight movement across the street. It was one of the dogs that had accompanied me on my walk to the hotel earlier. A nice looking animal, it looked to be mostly some type of Collie. Actually, my first thought was that it looked like Lassie. Then I noticed there were a number of dogs in the street, all sitting quietly, but gathered in front of the hotel.

The first inklings of a plan started to form in my mind. Whirling among the synapses it eluded my attempts to pin it down. The dogs, the dogs...

Posted by: Herrerano 02-Jul-2003, 04:35 PM
I sat up in the chair. The ideas were flowing quickly now. First Ann had seemed sympathetic to that weirdo in black with the serious dental problem. Second, that Zeb fella seemed to have been responsible for that strange blast of wind that confused everyone so much that the afore mentioned prospective dental patient got away. Third, he was trading quips with the fortune teller lady. Fourth, they all disappeared at the same time.

Obviously, Ann was in the clutches of those two. But what was their game. (Hey, I work with chemicals and math, if you can't 'prove' it, it don't exist.) Now there were two questions that needed answers. One, Where were they? And two, did Ann go willingly, was she in cahoots with those two, and were they all three suckin' up to that vampire dude?

I couldn't answer either question, but maybe things weren't as hopeless as they looked. There was one other detail that had imprinted itself on my mind. As I had tried to run out of the pub, I had seen a car speed off. I couldn't remember the make, only that it was a homegrown British one. That gave me more hope then anything since if it was a British auto, it was almost gauranteed to break down within about ten kilometers. Maybe I still had a chance.

Posted by: Herrerano 02-Jul-2003, 04:47 PM
I kicked off my sandals and pulled out a pair of boots. Who knew now where I would be going. I ran down the stairs and when I reached the street, skidded to a halt. There were all of the dogs sitting and waiting. I called out to the collie, "Come here, venga". She trotted over, and sat looking at me with those liquid eyes. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a small torn piece of red fabric. "Here, find that blonde haired tart," I instructed her. (If it could work for little Timmy in black and white, it could work for me now.) She looked at me with her head cocked at an odd angle and then with a little bark she took off. Several of the other dogs went with her. The rest of the canines sort of closed ranks, it was if they were guarding me.

I pulled out another cigar, and started to pace in front of the hotel.

Posted by: brettzky42 02-Jul-2003, 07:30 PM
MEANWHILE BACK AT THE PUB....

In a blinding flash of light, Brett materializes out of thin air.

"It's OK, everybody", he says. "My hard drive was out for a few weeks and I've just now gotten it fixed. It's good to be back."

Heads over to the bar and orders a Guinness.

Posted by: RavenWing 03-Jul-2003, 09:00 AM
BACK IN THE CAR

Isabelle hears a cry come from the blonde in the backseat followed by wretching noises and a hideous smell.

Ugh! What in the world has she been eating? Did domething die in there? Turns around to check on Anne ans nearly vomits herself in the process. The poor dear, she is going to have to get cleaned up before we do anything else. I may be able to handle most disgusting stuff, but I draw the line at vomit. Rummages through her bag again for some sweeter smeeling oils and "anoints" the car.

A few minutes later the car puuls up at her flat. Trying not to heave, she puts her hand on one of the few places on her that is not covered and says Wake up, we are here. Please, do not be alarmed, we are concerned for your safety, and will not harm you in any way. We are at my house. Make yourself at home, take a shower, (please!) and we will fill you in on what has happened. By this time, they are in the living room and Anne is standing there looking pitiful and scared. Isabelle hands Anne another vial, some water, and a bundle of clothes. Here, take this, it will help with the pain and the nausea. We look about the same size, so you should be able to wear these clothes.

Looks at Zeb and says Can't you conjure up another of your winds and get rid of the stench? Just think you were so smitten with her. How about now? She winks at him and can't suppress the giggle.

Posted by: barddas 03-Jul-2003, 09:17 AM
Zeb shakes his head.... Says that while Anne is bathing, he will attend to the car....\


Thinking to myself... Of all the bloody places to vomit! At least it was mostly on the matte. I can live without it.....

Zeb cleans up the of the car.. and heads back to the flat.

Anne and Isabelle are sitting, having tea.... She looks a bit startled by the whole situation....
"Izz, I will assume that you have brought her up to speed, with what we are dealing with....
Anne sorry to do this to you. Please accept my appologies... we just need some information... Your vampiric freind.... Where would he be going? It is for his safety....

We will take you no further than this..we will drop you off at the pub, or your hotel if you wish.... we just need any and all information you can give us....

We know he is headed north into the highlands. But where????

Posted by: free2Bme 03-Jul-2003, 10:22 AM
So far, I have been able to keep myself calm and cool. I can't allow my emotions to cloud my judgement. However, the more I think about how many blouses I had to try on just to find the perfect fit...why it just makes my blood boil! Not only did these two wackos kidnap me, ruin my clothes - now they are pretending to be "nice" to me - what NERVE!

Then I remembered how Firth had poured the gypsy's vial into a the potted plant...I decided to do likewise. I pretended to drop it, dumping the contents of the vial onto the carpet .. which immediately began to eat a hole right through the floor!

As we sit here chitchatting, over a cup of tea (how revoltingly charming), my mind races...how to get away from these two and how to get back to where I belong. I have no idea where I am at just now, but I am sure once I leave this place I can find my way back!

I will not look either of them straight in the eye or they will see just how angry I really am...wait a second I see a fork on the table.


In a flash , I grab the fork and the Gypsy by the hair on the back of her head. Holding the fork to her throat I hiss "I AIN'T telling you anything! Ya wierdo! Yer some kind of drug dealer, and you've kidnapped me for ransom! Well try a dose of your own medicine and see how you like it!"

With that I smash her head to the table top, blood spurting everywhere as her perky little nose hits the quaint little lace table scarf...

I exit the first door I can find, and quickly find myself in a deep thicket of trees and underbrush. I creep along quietly, wanting to run with every fiber of my being, but knowing that running will only make more noise and I will be discovered. It is better to simply dissappear into the deepest shadows, away from the light of day. If they want me this time, they are going to have to come and get me!

Firth where are you? You saved me once, please save me now! She whispered to herself, almost a prayer, and hoped that her prayer would be answered.

Posted by: barddas 03-Jul-2003, 11:27 AM
As Anne runs out the door I check on Isabelle.....

The one thing Anne forgot...being rash, making hasty decisions... Is that she left her belongings .... and made herself trackable.....and also able to be manipulated from a distance... silly child

Isabelle being a bit distorted and FURIOUS!!!! Bad mix ......
I tend to Isabelle and try to calm her...
We gather our things and head out....

Anne may not want to be of any help... fine. Then I will make it difficult for her to make her way back. That was totally UN called for....

Whispering to the wind ...I call on my familiar to keep eye of Anne...

With that the Raven in the tree begins to Squawk .... with in a matter of seconds more Ravens begin Cawing....Then take flight

Conjuring up a sever thunder and lightning storm

We leave....

Posted by: Herrerano 03-Jul-2003, 11:41 AM
I was about three-quarters of the way through my cigar. That meant that at least forty five minutes had passed, these babies burnt real slow and even. Suddenly I noticed the ears on these dogs perk up, and they stood expectantly. The collie came back into view and ran up to me. She looked at me with those doggie eyes and did her best, "Come quickly, Timmy has fallen in the well," look; wagging her body as her tail stuck straight up. She started off with me trailing, some of the other dogs followed as well, except for a couple who were, ummm, well, sort of getting to know each other better. Suddenly in the distance was an explosion. A few minutes later I could hear emergency vehicles moving off in that direction.

We continued, down streets, and finally to the edge of town. (I was actually getting quite tired by now, I had not rented a car but was dependent on public transportation. That meant that all of this activity now was taking place under good old foot power, and mine were getting tired.)

At the edge of town I had to stop and rest for a minute. The collie was extremely impatient, and kept pulling at my pants leg.
"Sorry girl, I gotta rest a minute." I then noticed something interesting just off the road. Walking over to investigate, I saw a young man asleep in the ditch. He reeked of alcohol and was snoring deeply. The interesting thing was that his bicycle was lying beside him. Hmmm, I thought, this woud be better then walking. I 'borrowed' the bike. "Vaminos." I said, wheeling the bike a little wobbly out into the road. She took off again and we had gone about a mile when we came into sight of a house. There was a car parked in front, and from where I had stopped in the road I could recognize one of the people from the bar. He was the one that had been associating with the fortune teller lady, and he was busy cursing and cleaning the back seat of the auto. As I was thinking what to do, I heard some sort of commotion from inside the house and it looked as if someone might have ran out the back door. I didn't have a clear view, but the collie started to run quietly around to the back of the house. The other dogs that had tagged along stayed put.

Posted by: Herrerano 03-Jul-2003, 11:45 AM
I hid the bicycle in the brush, and quietly started to follow the collie. As I moved around towards the woods behind the house I heard loud cursing from inside. A few minutes later I heard a bird squack, and felt the wind start to pick up. Great I thought, now here comes a storm. I kept going as quietly as possible and was soon a fair distance into the woods. I paused to listen, but with the wind now in the treetops, it was hard to discern sounds. I strained my ears as hard as possible.

Posted by: RavenWing 03-Jul-2003, 12:05 PM
The nerve of that little wench! All I was trying to do was help! AAARRRGHHH!!! This is what I get for doing the right thing? That's it, no more nice Isabelle. I will not let this hussy get the better of me! Poor Zeb, caught in the middle again. That just makes me even MORE furious! She gets to her feet with a look of murder on her face and energy coming out of her like lightning. So THAT is what was blocking me! I feel like I can do anything! Zeb looks at her with a look of realization on his face.

Suddenly she was aware of everything around her, the plants, the animals, the faeries, and the spirits. She knew just where the wench went and she was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget. Just as she was about to walk out the door, Zeb grabs a hold of her....

Posted by: barddas 03-Jul-2003, 12:27 PM
In the car---

"I know you want to rip her to bits...AND she does deserve it. But, she is now traceable.... we have her clothes... not to mention what she left in the car.. She isn't going anywhere without US knowing about it..... That and you DO NOT want anything nasty coming back to you 3 fold.....
I'm sorry I got you involved......( Looks down at the steering wheel)
It always seems to be this way.....

( Perks up changing the subject)

So how are you feeling? You look like you've taken in a million volts eh...
That feeling takes a while to get used to... but, you will handle it fine.... Just as you ALWAYS do..." ( Looks over smiles... pats Isabelles hand and back to the wheel....)

Posted by: free2Bme 03-Jul-2003, 12:38 PM
Hmm a thunderstorm! How exciting! I have always loved thunderstorms even as a child. I have always found the crackle of electricity in the air exhilirating and most erotic...I sensed the electricity in the air and it made my skin tingle...I felt more alive than I had ever felt before...once again the game was on!

The clouds over head quickly gathered into dark and forboding masses of moisture...

The storms will send these ravens on their way, no doubt about that. Thinking about the ravens makes me hungry. I began to inwardly hum that ancient tune about "Four and twenty Blackbirds baked in a pie..." I could sure go for some of that black bird pie right about now. Heck, I could go for some squirrel dumplings if I had my 4-10 shotgun with me...the hunger within me grew with every thunderclap...

Thinking about the Gypsy made me grin...I bet she has a broken nose and two black eyes - at least I hope she does. She will certainly think twice before she kidnaps any other victims....

And I doubt if the smell is ever going to come out of that car...

As I looked about, the forest seemed vaguely familiar, although I wasn't used to seeing everything in this light.

They must have simply driven me around in circles to disorient me... it appears that I am only a few blocks from the pub...now it is simply a matter of laying low and waiting...

Posted by: barddas 03-Jul-2003, 01:03 PM
I ask Isabelle to see what Anne had left us with...As she rumbles thru pockets, I hear Izz chuckle...

" What? What is it??? "

Isabelle is holding a United States Passport. Isabelle gets a smirk....chuckles...

"OOOOoo our little hussy is not leaving anytime soon..... Ha ha haha
If only she had done this the easy way.. she would be in her hotel sleeping off her drunk by now..or entertaining the tourist in the flowery shirt.... " More laughter insues....

Still headed north

Posted by: free2Bme 03-Jul-2003, 02:25 PM
Sitting here in the rain reminded me of all those times we used to go snipe hunting when I was a little girl...I have five uncles all within a year or two of my own age and I used to try to follow along with them - I was a regular tomboy. They took me snipe hunting one time when I was about 9 or 10 years old... they led me out into the woods then gave me a burlap bag to catch the snipe in, and then left me there while they went to flush the snipes out of the woods. What they really did was left me all alone out there in those woods by myself all night long while I waited and waited for the snipe to come running and jump into my sack. When I figured out they were funning me, I made sure I had the last laugh!

I came wandering home at daylight just thrilled to death about the snipe I caught! Come and look at this snipe! Of course none of them had ever seen a real snipe before, so when they gathered around I opened my sack and let a skunk out on them! They smelled like snipe, er, I mean skunk for weeks! That was the last time any of them ever tried to pull a prank like that on me!

As I crouched under the bushes in the rain, I began to think about what all I must have left behind. Well they have my messed up clothes (I wonder how they plan to explain THAT to the authorities?), and they have a few specially marked hundred dollar bills...not to worrry I have more. Oh shoot! They have my passport, well that's not much of a problem either...being a good little traveler, I did exactly as it said on Page 6, item 3 ; Make two photocopies of your passport identification page. Leave one copy at home. Carry the other with you in a separate place from your passport. This will facilitate replacement if your passport is lost or stolen.

Actually I wished it would rain a bit harder and louder, that would certainly help to cover up my movements and any noises I might make...

Posted by: barddas 03-Jul-2003, 02:36 PM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jul 3 2003, 09:25 PM)
...being a good little traveler, I did exactly as it said on Page 6, item 3 ; Make two photocopies of your passport identification page. Leave one copy at home. Carry the other with you in a separate place from your passport. This will facilitate replacement if your passport is lost or stolen.


OOC- That was very nice playing Janet!!!!! Rock on! What a way to screw things up... LOL wink.gif

Posted by: Herrerano 03-Jul-2003, 02:50 PM
I moved deeper into the trees. I was certain that Ann was here close, the ruckus back at the house must certainly have been her escaping. This had sure turned into a weird night. I came to the conclusion that once this was over I was going to go back to just sitting in my hotel room alone anytime I traveled anywhere again.)

The collie had disappeared, and there had been no sign of the other dogs since I had left the road. I was afraid to call out and wasn't sure if I should search deeper into the trees or find a place she would have to pass by to leave and wait there quietly.

I finally decided to wait for a short while where I was, if the collie found anything, she would come back for me. (I knew this for a fact having watched innumerable Disney films in the '60s).

I pulled my small bottle of whiskey out of my pocket and took a little nip, I really wanted another cigar, but was afraid to risk it. Those two folks in the car sure seemed a little odd, and I didn't particularily want them to come back and be able to find me.

Posted by: free2Bme 03-Jul-2003, 06:59 PM
A distinct aroma of garlic filled my nostrils as I sat there crouched under the bushes...that could only mean one thing! Firth!

A collie came waggling up to me giving a slight whine and yelp upon seeing me. Then she turned back towards the woods from whence she came - so I followed as quickly and quietly as I could! The garlic smell got stronger with each step...

Working my way through the woods steathily, I saw a glimpse of him standing there in the rain drinking short little drinks from a flask. I stepped out from the underbrush just as a bolt of lightning split the atmosphere overhead...

He was a sight for sore eyes standing there! I wanted to give him a hug I was so glad to see him, but then there was no time, and we could both be discovered at any moment!

Suddenly I became quite aware and embarrassed of my wet and bedraggled appearance. No matter, I was just glad to see a face I could trust...

Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! I whispered as loudly as I dared.

Posted by: Herrerano 04-Jul-2003, 07:42 AM
I was starting to get very hungry, for some reason my mind kept thinking of large plates of Italian food, or some of those good greasy empanadas or carne guisada. everything cooked with a lot of garlic. It took me several minutes to realize that I was actually standing in the middle of a rather large garlic patch.

I noticed the collie making her way back to me, and just behind her was Ann. She looked unhurt, but my ears must have been slightly stuffed up because I thought I heard her say something about having sore eyes. No matter, I was relieved to see her.

"It's best not to make too much noise, I think those two strange folks have left, but I don't want to take any chances on their coming back. Follow me and stay in the shadows."

We moved quietly in the rain, back towards the road where I had left the bicycle hidden.

My heart was racing, I had found her again but I was very confused now. I had enough of this weird stuff, and really didn't want anything else to do with vampires and magicians and all these strange things that were happening. This was supposed to be a vacation. Cripes! I was starting to look forward to going home. This vixen that smelled faintly of old vomit, had some serious explaining to do. But my first order of business was to get out of this rain and into some dry clothes.

Posted by: free2Bme 04-Jul-2003, 09:48 AM
Thanks for coming to find me Firth. You didn't have to put yourself through all of that trouble, but I'm glad that you did. Anne spoke to him quietly in that soft sexy southern drawl. She knew which way to turn her voice to make his knees quiver.

Actually, I don't think we are far from where I am staying. I live rent-free in a Scottish Castle just up the hill. We can stop there for a hot shower and a bite to eat if you want to. She turned and looked at him with a sly sideways glance. Gawd he looked handsome out here in the rain!

I was wet, cold, and still angry about the kidnapping, but all I wanted right now was to get back to my room and take a nice long shower and put on some dry clothes. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat from the Castle kitchen I spoke hopefully. I don't know about you but I am starving to death! I could really go for a nice rare steak or perhaps a piece of raw liver!

The rain was coming down in droves now, and another crack of lightning revealed the soggy pair as they walked through the forest and out to the road.

Firth's little doggie companions were skulking along in the rain, with their heads down and their tails between their legs. They look as if they are afraid of something, but I don't know what can be bothering them...must be afraid of the storm.

I hope they aren't giving Jack the same sort of treatment they gave me, she thought...I hope he got away from them....

Posted by: Herrerano 04-Jul-2003, 10:09 AM
We got back to the road, close to where I had left the bicycle and I spoke up.
"Wait just a minute, there is something I have to do." She started to turn away, and I said, "No, not that sort of something."

I bent down to the collie and scratched for a few moments behind her ears. I then whispered my thanks to her and told her quietly to be off. (She had served well to rescue me from a horrible twist in the plot, and I was sure if I was in need of her again I could call her back.)

The collie and all of her puppy pals went trotting off down the road, probably in search of garbage cans to tip over or other hapless tourists in need of assistance. I didn't know, but I gazed fondly as she slipped off in the distance.

"Well," I said, "Let's get going, I'm hungry too. What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a bicycle before? Just climb up and sit sort of side saddle on the handle bars and sort of lean back."

She told me which direction to go, and we headed off (a little wobbly) down the road.

Posted by: free2Bme 04-Jul-2003, 11:16 AM
Well, it has been many years since I rode "shotgun" on a bike, but who am I to complain? As long as it would get us there in one piece, that was all that mattered.

The storm clouds were disapating, and I wanted to get "home" as quickly as possible before the sunlight began to peek through the clouds. Pedal faster! I urged Firth.

My wet clothes were clinging to my body like a coat of wet paint. I needed to get dry again, and wearing someone else's clothes always did give me the creeps. These flimsy Gypsy clothes were an abomination to me, but if I took them off now, Firth may get the wrong idea...

We hit a hard bump in the road and as I grabbed the handle bars to steady myself our hands touched. His flesh felt warm and inviting. Once at the Castle, I hopped down and turned towards him. Our eyes met. I looked long and deep into his beautiful eyes. He was hungry all right, but not for anything we might find in the kitchen...

Posted by: Herrerano 04-Jul-2003, 11:44 AM
Peddle faster? She just told me to peddle faster? Good lord, I was peddling as hard as I could, the sweat was rolling down into my eyes and I could hardly catch my breath. I hoped this castle wasn't very far or she would end up carrying me there.

This girl didn't look like she could weigh all that much, but the fact is it was a hefty pull on that bicycle. Still, the scenery was interesting. She was soaking wet, and these flimsy, filmy clothes were plastered tight to her voluptuous, sensuous, nubile body, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. Every sensuous curve and dimple were clearly evident. Her hand accidentally touched mine. Or was it an accident, the contact seemed to last forever, but since I was presently suffering from an atrocious muscle cramp in my arm I could do nothing.

At last I heard her exclaim that we had arrived (just in time to, another second of peddaling and I would have fallen over in the road). She hopped lithely off the bike and turned to face me. I managed to remove myself from the seat and stood shakily in front of her. She was gazing longingly into my exhausted, sweat stained, bloodshot eyes with some sort of odd look. I couldn't figure out if she was trying to read my mind or if she was just myopic.

I looked up at the castle, the neon sign lent it sort of a nice touch. I looked back at her, still staring at me with that wanton gaze.


"Shall we go inside?", I said "Or would you rather stand around out here until we both poonk out from the cold?"

Posted by: free2Bme 04-Jul-2003, 12:02 PM
By all means, let's get inside and out of this horrible weather! I purred.

We went inside the marbled great hall, through a long dark corridore, which led us to a tall winding stone staircase. We slowly climbed to the top of the stairs, going slowly since Firth seemed a bit winded from the exertion. I smiled at the thought that we could have taken the elevator, but it would not have been nearly as dramatic...

I reached down to my pocket for my room key and realized it must be in my other clothes - damn those two witches I cursed under my breath! Oh well, I reached down for the doorknob and gave it a turn. It opened easily enough under my palm, and with a loud groan and creak, the door opened to my suite.

I lit the tall candles in the candlabra to allow a bit more light into the room. That is the problem with these castles, no windows, and very bad wiring. Still, it was free...

I turned to Firth, Why don't you sit here in my big soft chair and rest yourself while I go shower and change right quick? Hmmm?

I went to my closet and pulled out some dry clothing and a fresh towel, then stepped into the bathroom for a nice little shower. I left the door open ever so slightly in order to watch for any more suspicious characters lurking about. A girl can't be too careful these days...

Posted by: Herrerano 04-Jul-2003, 12:30 PM
We finally reached a room at the top of the stairs. Entering she lit some candelabra as I fell exhausted into a chair. She had gone into the shower, and I sat trying to calm my strained breathing.

I looked admiringly around the room. The decoration could only be described as a kind of medievel Las Vegas. There were paintings of dragons, and castles, and beautiful maidens being devoured by dragons in castles. All were tastefully done in black velvet. Some of the heros depicted in the artwork bore an uncanny resemblance to Elvis. I had never seen this number of black velvet paintings in one place before, outside of my cousins double-wide.

I noticed that this blond bombshell had left the door ajar to the shower as she prepared to refresh herself. What kind of wanton tollop was she? Didn't she realize I was a man with needs, good grief, how long had it been since we had eaten. I was famished. I rose and checked the door to the hall, making sure it was locked. I was still a little nervous about the events of the night. Returning to the chair, I sat again. As wet and dirty and miserable as I felt, I relaxed in the chair and was at the verge of dosing off when I heard her shut off the water.



http://www.velvetelvisart.com/gallerysix.html


Posted by: free2Bme 05-Jul-2003, 06:24 AM
As I wrapped a towel around me and stepped from the shower I called across the room to Firth - Well how do you like my little castle? Well, it isn't exactly MY castle - but I get to live here rent free since I was able to pay the money for the upkeep of the place. I guess that makes me the caretaker. I am thinking about having the entire place renovated and restored back to its ancient medieval beginnings, instead of this phoney Vegas stuff. I consider it a wise investment of my Lottery Money...What do you think Firth? Firth?

Then I noticed that he had actually fallen asleep in the chair! The poor guy must be hungry and exhausted. I gave him a little nudge and I said Why don't you take a shower and freshen up, then we will find the castle kitchen and raid the refrigerator. How does that sound?

As Firth stood in the shower, with the hot steam filling the entire suite, I retired into my boudoir and opened my closet. I couldn't resist the urge to pull out some of my medieval garb. I took out my favorite gown, a reproduction 15th century jade green satin ballgown. It had a long flowing skirt, with a tight, low cut bodice that laced up the front and long flowing sleeves. When I put it on, I felt like a queen! I had found a perfect jade choker in an antique shop just a couple of days ago, with earrings to match.

http://www.yosa.com/catalog/fantasy/miranda.html

After all, I want to look extra nice when my "special guest" arrives this evening...

By the time Firth emerged from the shower, I was dressed for refrigerator raiding, complete with jewelry, makeup, and my hair piled up in a loose bun on top of my head...

I smiled as Firth stood there wet and dripping, wrapped in a towel with his jaw dropped open...

Posted by: Herrerano 05-Jul-2003, 08:45 AM
The dreams were always vivid, more real then real. Ramiro and I were down on the side of the LZ, waiting. The poor M-F was on a litter, IV dripping away and I was messing with the HF waiting for the dustoff to get in radio range. In a circle around the little field were about 15 indigenous Infantry, my security, and though the average age looked to be about 16, they looked meaner then hell. The Sergeant standing beside me had more scars on his face then hair on his head. I had heard stories about him and really wanted to stay on his good side. Teniente Chica was hunkered down watching the low mountains on our right. It was there we expected to see the helicopter come into view. Finally we could hear the heavy chop-chop, and a second later we spotted him coming in low and fast. This was the part that always knotted up my stomach. It was from this point until he was loaded and out of sight that he was so vulnerable. The problem was that we were not all that easy to see from the air. I called him on the HF, "Momma Bird, this is Yankee Four Three, over."

"Go ahead Yankee Four Three."

"We have you in sight, directly SW our location." Teniente Chica took the grenade I handed him and pulled the pin then let the lever pop off, he tossed it about twenty five feet out into the clearing. Red smoke started to drift up into the sky.

"Momma, do you see our smoke over."

"I see red smoke over."

He now swung around easily and started for us just skimming the tops of the few trees that were around the field. He came in directly for us.

Something touched my shoulder.


I was awake in an instant, the dream fading quickly, my first instinct was to go for the throat but my mind cleared rapidly and I saw it was Ann. She was saying something about a shower and food. That sounded good. I felt like the wadded up underwear on the bottom of a clothes hamper. I probably smelled like it too.

I went into the shower and stripped off my wet clothes. Stepping into the shower I was still slightly disoriented from my short nap. It took me a second to realize there were two handles for water, and one of them must be hot. I chuckled silently to myself, civilization. At home I didn't even have a water heater. I reached out and twisted one and instantly scalding hot water leaped forth. "Wah ha!" I tried to turn the knob back put it seemed to be stuck, instantly the air was full of swirling steam and it was impossible to see. I finally managed to twist the knob back to the right and got the cold water on. Ohh! I sighed in relief. Half of my body looked like a steamed lobster. I washed and rinsed and soothed my pain under the now cooler stream. Then closed the taps.

I stepped out and dried with the towel then realized that my clothes were filthy and wet and I didn't feel like putting them on again. I wondered if she might have something around that would fit me, or would I be doomed to finishing this adventure wrapped in a towel.

I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out into the room. She was standing there in some sort of fancy looking green dress with little string thingies defying several of the basic laws of physics, attempting to contain the treasures within. Inexplicably, my mouth instantly dropped open and my jaw cramped up. I was speechless. All I could do was utter a sort of grunt. "GGGGGUUGGGJJUBBY." She looked at me demurely with those lustful eyes, but I still couldn't speak.


Posted by: free2Bme 05-Jul-2003, 09:18 AM
Eyeing him standing there with nothing but a towel, I sighed a long whistful sigh. First things first, I suppose... I rummaged through my closet once more and came out with an old terry bathrobe that would probably fit him. I gave it to him and he quickly disappeared behind the bathroom door and came out again a little less embarrassed than the moment before. We put his wet and dirty clothes into a plastic bag and he dropped them down the laundry shoot and sent them down to the dungeon for washing.

Then holding the lit candlabra in one hand and the hem of my skirt in the other, I asked him to follow me down to the fridge. Actually I made the mistake of asking him to "walk this way" which he did, much to my great amusement! We descended the long narrow stone staircase, and meandered through the lower levels of the castle until we came upon the kitchen. The kitchen was spotlessly clean and well stocked, with gourmet cooking utensils hanging from several racks.

We managed to scrounge up the makings for some Panamanian style peanut butter sandwiches, on crackers with tobasco sauce and chopped onions. When Firth requested some garlic salt to add as one last flavor, I had to explain to him that I am terribly allergic to garlic, so I don't allow any garlic on the premises...

I just had my peanut butter on whole wheat with grape jam..


Posted by: Herrerano 05-Jul-2003, 09:35 AM
I don't know why she wanted me to walk like her, but hell, if it didn't hurt I figured I might as well humor her. I clutched the side of the little terry bathrobe and followed doing my best to seductively move my nalges exactly like she was doing.

We went down to the kitchen and she pulled out a variety of different things to make sandwiches. Actually I was in the mood for a rare steak, but a sandwich would do. I looked around and asked for some garlic, but she told me she was allergic to it. I realized at that moment that this would probably be a short term relationship. Down in my part of the world everything had garlic and culantro. No way to eat without it.

Well, to make the best out of the situation I asked about a couple of other ingredients, for some reason I was hungry for one of my favorites. "Got any peanut butter? Feel like having a peanut butter sandwich with tabasco and chopped onions. I'll make you one if you want."

Posted by: free2Bme 05-Jul-2003, 09:47 AM
While we wait for your clothes to be cleaned, why don't we take a bit of time to get to know each other better? I asked as he gobbled down several cracker sandwiches.

Got anything to drink? he asked dryly.

I am hoping that you will stay for dinner tonight, Firth... as I started looking through the cupboards for something to slake his thirst. Perhaps we might find something for you to drink in the wine cellar? Let's go look, shall we?

Posted by: Herrerano 05-Jul-2003, 10:03 AM
Good lord lady, I thought. This peanut butter was stuck to the roof of my mouth and the tobasco and onions were raising the temperature a little bit. Actually, a glass of water would have helped out quite a bit, but if she wanted to go down to the wine celler, what the heck.

"Let's go." I replied. "Lead the way." I figured I could find it, but I was enjoying the view from behind. I piled another saltine with about a half inch of peanut butter, sprinkled on a couple of tablespoons of tabasco and tossed on the chopped onion. I was starting to feel better but I seemed to have a splinter stuck in my heel since my boots were propped in front of the fire drying. I hoped she wasn't too bothered with the wierdly shaped fungus that was growing between my toes. (One of the costs of living in the tropics.)

Posted by: free2Bme 05-Jul-2003, 10:47 AM
The water pipes in this old castle don't work very well, and when anything does work, it usually comes out of the tap sort of rust colored. You can drink the water if you want, but I assure you that the wine cellar is very well stocked. I gave him my softest, most seductive voice, coupled with a come hither look.

Much to my delight, hither he came...

Down, down, down the dark wooden stairs we went. The air was cold and damp, and very very old. He followed me about two steps behind, and I could hear him gulping for air. My own breath was coming quickly, my lungs forced themselves against the stays of my bodice, my ample breasts heaving from the extertion, my flesh tingling with anticipation of what was to come once we reached the wine racks...

A sudden draft of air blew the candlabra out, and he walked right into me in the extreme darkness...


Posted by: Herrerano 05-Jul-2003, 11:13 AM
Picking up the candelabra she started for the stairs, I followed, much like an old Def Lepard song, two steps behind. I wished she had some electric lights in this place. If the wiring was so bad, I wondered, how come that monstruous refrigerator worked.

I followed, watching the undulations of that exquisite flesh. We were part way down the stairs when a draft of air blew out the candelabra. I was so engrossed in watching the movement of those fabulous gluteal muscles that I bumped right into her. The peanut butter, tobasco and onion sandwich I was carrying was inadvertentyly smeared all over her back and side. I reached forward to prevent her from falling down the stairs, and my hands went automatically to the front of the bodice she was wearing, one of the little strings caught painfully between my two middle fingers. We tottered momentarily on the stairs before we recovered. Obviously all of that equipment she was packing was genuine. I thought momentarily that we were going to be okay, but for some unexplainable reason we both pitched slightly forward and down the stairs we went in one awkward, painful bundle.

A bathrobe is not sufficient clothing to move around an old castle.

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 05-Jul-2003, 11:26 AM
((OOC: Goodness, this is too good.. I can't wait until you 2 are going on.. I'm sitting here checking every 5 minutes if there is anything continued yet.. you 2 are class!))

Posted by: free2Bme 05-Jul-2003, 12:09 PM
We tumbled down the last few stair steps, and landed in a heap at the bottom of the steps. I landed peanut butter side down, which meant my back was on the floor. Frith was on top of me, his hands clawing at my bodice, his bathrobe over his head... a most compromising position indeed ...

Although I could not see a thing in the dark, I could feel his warm body against mine, his breath against my neck, my lips found his, my tongue tasted a faint trickle of blood from his bruised lip ...

Posted by: Herrerano 05-Jul-2003, 12:32 PM
Landing on the floor I honestly thought we would probably die. Her supple body was pressed under mine, but one of my hands was hopelessly tangled in those string things on the front of that ridiculous dress. Like one of those chinese finger puzzle doo-hickeys, the harder I tried to free it the more entangled it seemed to be. To make the situation worse, this damned bathrobe was completely twisted and over my head. In the dark I couldn't see a blasted thing. I hoped that she was unable to see as well, my body being covered with burn scars and rather ugly things.

She seemed to be quite content with this development, and I would have been to, except the pain was excruciating. Not only that, but immediatly before our fall, I had taken a large bite of my sandwich and had tobasco all over my lips and tongue. She seemed to suddenly realize that she had me more or less where she wanted me and I felt her mouth move towards mine. At first she seemed extremely passionate, but then I realized that she must have connected with that tobasco, because she started to gasp and squirm uncontrollably.

Mercifully my hand finally came loose from that rat's nest of strings and I was able to sit up. I rose cautiously to my feet and readjusted the robe. She was lying on the floor gasping for breath and begging for something to drink to put out the fire from the hot sauce. I went off in search of one of those bottles of wine.

Posted by: free2Bme 05-Jul-2003, 04:10 PM
I reached up to Firth and he helped me to my feet. I was gasping both from having the wind knocked out of me in the fall, and from the overwhelming taste of tobasco sauce that now filled my mouth!

He handed me a bottle of wine - how he got the cork out I will never know, but I drank long gulps to cleanse my now burning palate.

We climbed the staircase in the darkness, and once back in the kitchen I fumbled around to find another match to relight the cadelabra. Then I looked at the label on the wine bottle - damn! I drank the most expensive bottle of wine in the castle like it was a dollar bottle of Coca Cola.

Posted by: Herrerano 05-Jul-2003, 04:46 PM
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened back there. Are you all right?" Her snazzy dress was in a shambles, it didn't look like it was permanently damaged, but it was certainly due for some major surgery. Her hair was mussed, and she was eyeing the label on the wine bottle I had just handed her and which she had drained in one long swallow. (This sure set me to thinking.)

I tried to straighten the robe I was wearing a little. It was covering the essentials, but that was about it. My hand was throbbing visciously where it had been caught in that death-trap of a dress, and I had some pretty serious bruises. Everything seemed to be working, but a few parts were sending urgent messages to my brain that they wanted a little break from this abuse.

"Excuse me, but I'm afraid I need to use the bathroom." I went to the small, unobtrusive door and went inside. I sure had seen the inside of enough of these since I had been over here.

Posted by: Swanny 05-Jul-2003, 05:17 PM
[OOC- biggrin.gif biggrin.gif biggrin.gif biggrin.gif biggrin.gif biggrin.gif biggrin.gif

I LOVE this thread]

Posted by: free2Bme 06-Jul-2003, 05:49 AM
While Firth was in the broom closet tinkling in the mop bucket, I took a moment to pull my gown together. It wasn't as bad as I had first thought - once I pulled the skirts around, straightened the sleeves, and retied my bodice, the dress was almost as good as new, except for the peanut butter and tobasco sauce stains.

I took a damp sponge from the sink and attempted to wipe the stains away.

I undid my hair and smoothed it as best as I could with my hands and then piled it back up and fastened it with bobby pins again.

Those sandwiches were okay, but the butcher should be delivering the meat I ordered any time now. I informed Firth, as he emerged from the broom closet. As I was saying, I do hope you will be staying for dinner. I plan on having a gathering this evening for a large barbeque. You will get to meet some of my newest friends. You will also be properly introduced to one of my dearest and oldest friends, Jack. Tonight is his 401st birthday.

Would you like the grand tour of the castle before I begin getting ready for the arrival of my guests?

Posted by: free2Bme 06-Jul-2003, 05:56 AM
OOC: All rpg players are invited to participate in character at the gathering, or not, your choice... biggrin.gif biggrin.gif biggrin.gif biggrin.gif

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 06-Jul-2003, 07:21 AM
((OOC: shouldn't we get together and unify our plans at some point??? *points to the OOC threat*))

Posted by: free2Bme 06-Jul-2003, 05:34 PM
I think I had better call Jack to remind him of our gathering this evening. What sort of evening would it be if the guest of honor was a no show?

I went to the telephone book and opened it to my page of special numbers to call. I could have just looked under the Vs for Vampire, but Jack's number was unlisted.

I dialed the digits listed beside his name and I recited the following incantation into his answering machine:

Sooder Folley
Jack, Jackal, Prince of Darkness
Come forth to the gathering


As I spoke the words into the answering machine I glanced up and saw Firth with a stunned expression on his face...


Posted by: Herrerano 07-Jul-2003, 07:49 AM
I had been certain this little room was a bathroom, but apparently it was a small broom closet. Now what? I thought. Dancing back and forth a little trying to prevent an accident as I figured out what to do, I spied a mop bucket. Well, it wouldn't be the first time and since there really wasn't any choice it would have to do.

As I stepped back into the kitchen, Ann started babbling on about the barbecue she wanted to have that night. She was talking about the butcher delivering the meat and all sorts of mundane things and then she mentioned something about a friend of hers coming to the festivities. I was pretty sure she said something about the guest of honor being 101 years old. Hmmm, I thought, nice to treat those old folks with respect, how nice. I hoped it wasn't one of those ancient folks that slobbered constantly and muttered on about inanities.

She asked if I would like the grand tour of the castle and of course I was ready for that. As we stepped into the next room she excused herself for a minute and made a telephone call. I heard her start speaking and it sounded as if she was reciting some sort of rhyme into the phone. How strange I thought, there is something about this blond temptress that was very puzzling.

Posted by: Herrerano 07-Jul-2003, 09:29 AM
My mind turned to the problem of this wanton blond bombshell with the sometimes innocent and sometimes devious look in her eyes. First of all I thought back to our meeting in the pub. She seemed to know that monster that made his appearance, but at the same time she seemed genuinly frightened of him as well and had welcomed my crude, but effective intervention.

Then for some reason she had been nabbed by those two and taken off into the country where with, some difficulty, I finally managed to encounter her. Again she seemed happy to see me. And then finally this return to her castle which was getting increasingly strange. I was really starting to have second thoughts about her, and wasn't sure at all on how to proceed.

As I was engaged in these reflections and thoughts, a large orange cat came out of nowhere and started rubbing against my legs and purring loudly. Great! I thought, here we go now with the cat. They to, for some unknown reason, have always been attracted to me. Maybe it was just hungry, they always act that way when they are hungry.

Posted by: MDF3530 07-Jul-2003, 04:55 PM
Mike, the CIA operative, pulled his best James Bond, slipping past the guards. Now dressed in a tuxedo, he began to mingle with the guests.

A waitress came up and asked, What would you like to drink, sir?"

"Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred."

Posted by: free2Bme 07-Jul-2003, 11:12 PM
I wonder who this delicious looking man in the tuxedo is? I thought to myself. How did he manage to get past the guards outside without my knowing?

I am not a waitress, I am the Lady of the House, dahling. I am afraid you are several hours too early for the party, but you are welcome to stay if you like. I am afraid I don't have any martinis, but we have some excellent wines in the cellar. I purred seductively to him in my sexiest southern drawl.

I was just getting ready to show my friend Firth around the castle, you may join us if you like.

You must give me a few moments to feed my cat...he hasn't been fed in several hours and I don't even want to THINK about his litter box ! I said as I turned and looked at my cat. My cat looked up at me and suddenly zipped past the two men and into the other room.

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 09:08 AM
Oh Great, I thought, here we go again. This was absolutely the most confusing place I had ever been. What the hell is going on here? Here is one of those fellows that had been in the pub, back when this whole business had started, and now he was dressed in a tuxedo. I had never trusted anyone dressed in a tuxedo, unless he was playing a cello. And I didn't think this guy knew any thing about cellos.

And what is that he is asking for? A martini? Shaken not stirred? Cripes! Where the hell did he think he was? I was feeling a little put out here. Here I had risked my neck for this babe, and now she was eyeing this goofus like a piece of prime rib. Well, I thought, that just figures don't it. Dames, who could explain 'em? Furthermore, who wanted to explain 'em?

It looked to me like her cat was thinking along the same lines as I was. He sure wasn't acting much like he missed her. Damn, this was one strange situation. I decided the best course of action for me would be to just stay calm, and beat it the hell out of here at my first opportunity. I have always been good at rolling with the punches and decided to grit my teeth and play along until an opportunity presented itself.


"Well, how ya doin' there fella?" I said, sticking out my hand in the friendliest way I could. We were just getting ready to take the grand tour, why don't you loosen your cummerbund a little bit, you're lookin' sorta faint."

I turned to that buxom Jezebel who was now practically glowing with lust and said, "Let's get this show on the road babe. We've been stuck in this scene far too long."

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 09:22 AM
Awww, now Firth, where are your manners? This gentleman has arrived and wants a drink. I spoke soothingly as I turned to Firth who looked a bit red-faced standing there in his tattered bathrobe.

Why don't you go upstairs and see if you can find something a bit more suitable to wear. There should be plenty of clothes for you in the upstairs closet in my room. We will wait down here for you while you change your clothes, then the tour can begin.

As Firth heads off down the hall and back up the stairs (hee hee he still doesn't know about the elevator), I turned to the man in the tuxedo, and taking him by the arm I began to lead him towards the cellar door, I remember you from the pub, but I don't believe I caught your name back there...would you like to visit the wine cellar while we wait on Firth?

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 10:50 AM
"Why don't you go upstairs and see if you can find something a bit more suitable to wear." Ran through my head in a sissy, nasal voice like a little kid going "Nyah nyah nyah". And exactly who was responsible for the fact that my clothes had been wet and muddy to start with? Hmmmmph! I thought, as I went up the stairs to see what had happened to my clothes. Who knew what sort of costumes this cheesy broad kept around, but considering that death trap of a dress she was wearing I was derermined to find something practical.

Returning to the room with the tasteful black velvet paintings, I saw that my clothes had been laid out nicely on the bed. I wondered who else was here, who had done my laundry? I dressed quickly, tossing that hideous pink terry robe back in a corner. Comfortably dressed again in my jeans and Haiwiian shirt, I retrieved my boots from where they were drying. As I started to put them on I noticed something stuck on the sole of one and decided to save it in my pocket. Dressed again like a civilized person, I made my way back down the stairs.

As I entered the room with the other two, I noticed Ann standing real close to this guy in the tuxedo.

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 11:02 AM
Back so soon? Oh, I see your clothes are back! Good for you...all clean and pressed and good as new! I spoke with mock enthusiasm.

Hmm, Firth has rebuffed me at every turn, well, if that's the way he wants things to be, then that's the way he will get them. In the meantime, I will just see how much attention I can get from this handsome stranger...

Gentlemen, are we ready for our tour now? Where shall we begin? How about the front hall? I led the way, with both men following behind me...

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 11:45 AM
"Well, certainly, let's get on with the tour." I said, in a snidderly little voice like a spoiled ten year old to his sister, trying to ignore the sarcastic edge to her throaty voice. Lord! What was the deal with this bodacious beauty? I had followed this gorgeous honey, tripping constantly over my drooling tongue, risking my very life to save her from that monster and here she is coming on to this tuxedoed Mister Suave. I couldn't figure it out at all, and worse yet, my own feelings were interfering with my objectivity. I felt hurt and used, but was trying desperately to keep myself under control.

We started off on our tour. I turned to Mister Tuxedo and asked, "What's up man, cat got yer tongue?"

Posted by: MDF3530 08-Jul-2003, 11:54 AM
Mike said,"Sorry about that. My name is Mark. Mark Renton. And you are?"

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 12:01 PM
"Firth (just call me John) Farquhard." Glad to meet you, I said. Starting to cool off a little. I certainly wasn't upset with this guy, I just thought he was dressed funny. The truth was, I was just completely mystified by the behaviour of this wanton, beautiful female in our company.

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 12:05 PM
Hi Mike, I mean Mark...I'm Anne. I replied very demurely. Then I turned to Firth, who looked rather angry at the moment as I smiled inwardly at this scenario...

Stepping back between them, I put my one hand on Mark's elbow and the other hand on Firth's elbow, and began escorting them both down the corridore... I looked directly into Mark's eyes, his gaze meeting mine..."Mark, this is my very good friend Firth. I owe him my very life, you know. That terrible mean old vampire back at the pub almost had me, but Firth here saved me! Then he rescued me from these two horrible witch people who kidnapped me..."

I continued to hold Mike's, er, Mark's attention as we walked all the way to the front hall, with Firth looking more angry and agitated all the while... I had to really grasp his elbow rather tightly to bring him along with us.

Posted by: MDF3530 08-Jul-2003, 12:06 PM
Mike extended his hand and said, "How do you do?"

He then turned to the stunning lady and asked, "You look familiar. What was your name again?"

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 12:08 PM
Damn, did she have a grip or what. My arm was almost certainly bruised where she had it in those pinchers. I walked beside her as if she were leading me by my ear.

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 12:14 PM
"I believe we met for a moment at the pub last night. You do remember the wild wind that blew through there, don't you and the strange happenings? By the way, that reminds me, I have to go back there and pay my tab! I don't want it said that I don't pay my bills..." those beautiful eyes of Mark's were indeed a window to his soul.

"I am Anne O'Calahan, the one who played the Barry Manilow tunes on the juke box. You do remember me now don't you?"

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 12:43 PM
While the three of them stand in the front hall, Anne turns them around to face a large wall, then relaxes her grip on the both of them.

Now then, let's begin with the great hall. This castle was once a stately manor, built during the early 1600s by the O'Calahan family. This portrait on the wall above you is the only surviving portrait of the original owner, Mr. Jack O'Calahan. Anne states rather proudly.

As the three of them gaze at the portrait, the face of the man in the portrait looks surprisingly familiar...


(cue dramatic music...dum dum dum)

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 12:50 PM
I was half listening to this 'conversation', as we walked through this castle. Hmmm, lots of interesting old artifacts, why, wasn't that a genuine lava lamp? And look, bead curtains, gee, I hadn't seen anything like that for years. In the great hall was a rather imposing painting taking up almost all of one wall. A huge painting of John Wayne on a frisky stallion (well, I assumed it was a stallion, one couldn't really tell for sure) done in oil on, yup, black velvet.

I was pretty impressed and remarked to the babe that was slowly amputating my lower arm with her grip, "These are some pretty impresive old articles you have here. They must be worth a fortune."

I couldn't help but notice the psychadelic blacklight poster of Mickey, Donald and Goofy sitting around taking tokes off a hookah.


Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 12:57 PM
Well now Firth, I have only recently been financially able to take possession of this castle. I can't help what the tastes of the previous owners were. It is my hope and my dream to restore this castle back to its original state, with a monumental upgrade to the wiring and plumbing. Now Firth is talking about something near and dear to my heart.

I was wondering if you two might know of anyone who is capable of taking on such a duanting task? Woops, careful with that vocabulary girl! You don't want them to get wise to you just yet.

I mean, I want to hire qualified people, not just someone I looked up in the telephone book... the party I am having tonight will be in the large ballroom - which is the first room the restoration will begin in. Jack is really going to love it when I tell him what I have in mind!

Then she noticed the direction of Firth's gaze. Firth please stop admiring the John Wayne painting and take a look at the smaller portrait directly underneath it! THAT is Jack O'Calahan! Anne was beginning to be annoyed that he would be so fascinated by the velvet paintings and not recognize a real masterpiece! Maybe she had found a buyer for these velvet paintings afterall...hmm?

Could it be possible that he failed to notice the uncanny resemblance of the stranger in the pub to the portrait on the wall?

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 01:07 PM
"I'm just a lowly tourist, ma'am." I drawled out, trying to sound as much like my hero depicted in the painting on the wall as possible. "Ah wouldn't have a clue on how to find qualified people around here." I glanced over curiously at Mr. Tux, but he seemed to be lost in thought.

"I wasn't speaking disparagingly of your works of art. I truly am impressed and wouldn't change a thing. Those big throw cushions on the floor go very well with the other decorations.

I wondered how long this was going to go on, I was ready for some real food.

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 01:51 PM
DING DONG! The sound of a door bell rang loudly through the hall. That will be the butcher, I have been expecting him...will you two please excuse me for a moment while I go let him in?

OOC: The doors of the castle are firmly locked on the inside with very tight security (people may enter at will, but will not be able to leave without permission!)

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 02:37 PM
"Sure sweettart, you go on ahead and do what you have to do, we'll be fine in here 'til you get back.

I walked over to one of the side doors, and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge. Hmmm, I looked over the door carefully, but it looked pretty tight. Still, I didn't try all that hard to get it open. It looked solid enough to withstand an army.

Still, I wasn't too concerned, I still had hopes that things would take a more physical turn for the better. She was certainly eccentric enough, just like a lot of ex-pats I had known. Without the eccentricity, they would be crying for home the first time someone laughed at them for their weird accent or something. And she was a knockout babe, those legs, they went all the way from her ankles to her hips. Wow!

Mr. Tuxedo stood quietly, not saying a word.

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 03:17 PM
I am not so sure about that Tennessee Tuxedo guy... he might be the "strong silent type," or maybe he is just the "barge right on into your house and snoop type." Either way, he was very good looking.

But he's still not quite as sweet and wholesome as Firth. I have to admire Firth's courage - he was willing to step right in there and help me when no body else would have lifted a finger. It's too bad that this will all end soon, I really do find myself liking Firth. *sigh* A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do I suppose...


These were my thoughts as I opened the delivery door to the kitchen...

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 04:11 PM
Funny though, that these doors won't open. What kind of game is this Barbarella playing. Oh hey, and what about mister cool over there, I think the poor guy is comatose.

A couple of thoughts had occurred to me, and I wanted to take advantage of this momentary lapse in silly twittering over 400 year old pictures of John Wayne to mull them over.

Again I had to try and analyze the things that had happened since I had met this voluptuous motormouth. I didn't know two cents about vampires, but if this business were really true, and that really pale, pasty complexioned, fang toothed, oddly behaving creature that had invaded the pub earlier were really a vampire, then perhaps there was a little more going on here. What if vampirism was sort of like a virus or something? Passed on by that nasty, filthy habit of sucking blood (yech! Talk about exchanging bodily fluids). But what if you took that just a little farther, and someone could get this thing by a long sucky type kiss. That could be pretty serious.

It looked to me like there had been a change in behavior in this bodice busting blond sex goddess since we had first met in the pub. Just suppose that this guy had gotten in a really good smooch before I had turned and saw him back there. What if she were now undergoing some sort of change and would soon be one of 'them'. That could explain why she was eyeing every male around like a choice T bone, because in her eyes we were. Was this hopeless, was she doomed to walk the earth forever, neither alive or dead but with horrible breath from sucking all that blood? Was I crazy for even thinking all of this? What if there was nothing wrong with her other then being a first class carnival freak in the body of Miss Universe.

Ahh, to hell with all that thinkin'. I am going to take things as they come and assume she is just eccentric until proven otherwise. I don't believe in vampires anyway.

Posted by: MDF3530 08-Jul-2003, 04:54 PM
Mike has grown to play the "strong, silent type" to a T. His training at "The Farm" taught him numerous ways to approach a situation, and he found that this approach works about 2/3 of the time.

Mike asked,
"What line of work are you in, Firth?"

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 05:01 PM
Well, what do you know. The statue spoke, I had started to think that beautiful fleshy creature had put some kind of spell on him.

"I'm in a type of engineering field", I answered. "Been where I'm at for almost eight years. I like it, it's pretty satisfying work."

"What do you do to bring in those important green papers?" I asked him, studying this fellow carefully.

Posted by: free2Bme 08-Jul-2003, 05:15 PM
The men can hear Anne stirring around in the kitchen, then the loud squeak of the door opening and the sounds of a delivery being made. She instructs the delivery man to put the packages into the large industrial sized refrigerator...

They know they do not have long to talk before she returns...

Posted by: Herrerano 08-Jul-2003, 05:29 PM
"Umm, Mike, what do you know about vampires anyway?" I ask him, staring nervously at the door to the kitchen, feeling as if I were speaking some sort of conspiritorial words. "I don't know much myself, and always figured they were something better left on the late movie."

Mike was looking a little comatose again, I wondered if maybe she had put some kind of spell on him. The tune to that Carlos Santana song started swirling through my mind, Black Magic Woman. No, not that, this kind of thing could drive a person crazy.

Posted by: free2Bme 09-Jul-2003, 12:26 PM
Anne smiles contentedly as she leaves the kitchen, and daintily dabs the corners of her mouth with a napkin... the fresh meat for tonight's party is safely stored away, the delivery man has been properly disposed of, and I have two more waiting in the front hall.

I think I will save Mike for later - who is he kidding with that phoney name routine anyways?

QUOTE
...those beautiful eyes of Mark's were indeed a window to his soul.


I am surprised he isn't completly comatose by now... he should be feeling the effects of my hypnotic gaze any time now!


QUOTE
I looked directly into Mark's eyes, his gaze meeting mine...


As I return to the front hall, I see that Mike is still standing there, looking all the more like a dimestore mannequin. Firth is looking a bit worried and nervous, but really he shouldn't worry at all. I like him, I may even keep him around after the party...

Posted by: barddas 09-Jul-2003, 12:58 PM
After the occurance with Anne at Isabelle's flat. We headed about 45 minutes NE. And made contact with Connor. Connor told us that the "treaty" the Vampires had agreed to had been broken by a rogue group of Vampires. That believe the mortal world is nothing more than feed for the beast. This mind you, is a rouge group, and that all inflicted with the virus are not to be blamed. But the numbers of supporters are growing quickly!
He also told us that a large number of this rogue group have gathered here in Scotland. As to why we do not know????
Could it be to gain some sort of political infulence???

As we leave, Connor he told us that large numbers have been seen south of our current location.

Zeb- "Figures, we just came from that area..."

Connor- "If you can find that Anne woman, I would say she has a large part to play in this."

Zeb- " Isabelle, might I suggest we try to locate her ASAP! Before this gets out of hand, and lives are lost...."

Zeb, and Isabelle sit with the articles that Anne left behind. Fousing on her current where abouts.....

( OOC- Will Zeb, and Isabelle find what they are looking for? Will Anne be the next Bondage, ooops bond girl, will our hero save the day ????
FInd out, in the next installment!!!! or the next 100 post....
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Posted by: free2Bme 09-Jul-2003, 01:08 PM
Anne smiles - a deep dark sinister knowing smile - ah, I do believe more guests shall be arriving shortly! I will finish this tour with Firth poste haste, then make preparations for tonight's gathering.

After all, I wouldn't want any of my guests to be .... disappointed ... now would I?

Posted by: Herrerano 09-Jul-2003, 01:14 PM
Mr. Tuxedo was doing a pretty fair imitation of a clothing store mannequin. I wasn't absolutely certain that he was even still breathing, strange fellow, I thought, sorta comes and goes a little.

I went on inspecting the room we were in, aside from the lava lamps, the blacklight posters and that enormous black velvet painting on the wall there wasn't really too much more. Well, a few bean bag chairs had been tossed in strategic locations, and there was a shelf that was weighed down with beany babies and what looked like a large jar full of Slim Jim proof of purchase seals.

One thing had escaped my attention on my earlier inspection, what looked to be a self portrait taken in one of those old, coin operated self portrait machines was pasted to the bare wall just below the painting of John Wayne. I slipped on my glasses to study it a little closer. Oddly, the features looked a little familiar, sort of like that souless monster that had caused such a ruckus in the first place. My mind was suddenly full of questions. Didn't she say something about a Jack O'Calahan? Was this the fellow that had possibly been smoochin' on this babe back in the pub? Wasn't her name O'Calahan as well? What part of Arkansas did she say she was from? All of these thoughts and many others raced in endless circles in my mind like a herd of cars stuck behind a roadhog at a NASCAR race. Suddenly she re-entered the room.

She glanced at Mike with a weird smirk on her face as she dabbed at her lips with a kleenex. I have a hard time looking her in the eyes with my new found knowledge.

Posted by: MDF3530 09-Jul-2003, 02:06 PM
Mike said, "My brother and I own several chains of big and tall mens' clothing stores in the US and Canada. About vampires, like you I only know what I've seen in the movies and on TV."

Posted by: free2Bme 09-Jul-2003, 02:11 PM
Sorry to keep you gentlemen waiting. That took a bit longer than I expected. Would you like to see the rest of the castle now? I spoke softly and seductively.

Mark, you dont look well. Perhaps you should lie down for awhile? I have many guest rooms here, this place once was used as a hotel. Why don't you take my hand and I will show you to your room. Turning to Firth I cooed Firth you can follow us if you wish. I do hate to keep you standing around here in the hall - you must be getting bored out of your mind by now!

I led Mike into the elevator with Firth close behind us and we stepped out into the upstairs hall. I brought him to the bedroom directly across the hall from my bedroom, so that I could keep a close watch on him later.

Please wait in the hall, I asked Firth most politely, I will only be a minute.

Once I undressed Mike, I placed him in the huge four poster bed, covered him with a large fluffy comforter and tucked him in gently. By all appearances he seemed to be sleeping soundly. I quietly locked the door as I left the room.

Now Firth, shall we continue our tour? I smiled sweetly.

Posted by: Herrerano 09-Jul-2003, 02:43 PM
She had led the Mike guy upstairs like he was a zombie. I followed out of curiousity, but again wondered how she could operate an elevator here if the wiring was so bad. Things in this place just didn't add up.

I waited out in the hall while she led this poor guy into one of the rooms and when she came out she had a strange look in her eye. I had been thinking fast and finally came to a conclusion.


Posted by: barddas 09-Jul-2003, 03:10 PM
Almost instantly there was a flash.... a vision.... She had taken refuge in the castle near Isabelle's flat! But, what are the details of this...quickly, I remembered the ravens.... As I closed my eyes, and focused, I saw Anne, she was behind Izzy's Flat. But with who????
Ahhhh, I thought.... her hero... the flowered shirt man. So noble, and seemingly foolish.....

At that moment, I was throw out of my trance..... Isabelle let out with a shreak!!!!

"What's the matter????" I asked ....

She has a fearful look on her face and just said..."death".......

Posted by: free2Bme 09-Jul-2003, 03:57 PM
Shall I show you the ballroom next, Firth? I looked at him with a mixture of innocence and lust. Standing outside my own bedroom door, I remembered catching a glimpse of him wrapped in the towel. Right now, I could smell the fragrance of his pheremones, now that the garlic was almost worked out of his system...

Taking in a deep breath, I ushered him along the corridore, back down the antique elevator, and down the the hall to the west wing, where the great ballroom is. Today it is empty, save for the long, long banquet table and the twenty or so chairs lined up neatly along each side of the table. I take Firth by the hand and begin to explain the purpose of this room.

Of all the rooms in the castle, this is the one room that has been stripped of its gaudy furnishings, the ugly paintings are removed and the walls newly painted. It has taken most of a week just to clean the dust which covered everything several inches deep. The wood is now all polished to a rich deep luster.

Tonight, the table will be marvelously set with a silver service of dinnerware fit for a king. There will be several candelabras spaced across the teakwood table top, and each and every chandelier will glow with hundreds of lit candles.

Then at the stroke of midnight, our celebration will begin! I can't tell you how excited I am about this gathering Firth!

Posted by: Herrerano 09-Jul-2003, 04:47 PM
Her mouth was working again, but I wasn't paying much attention to what was coming out. There were two different things going on here. First of all I could feel my pheremones working overtime chugging out their wanton message of lust. Secondly my mind was spinning over the possible details of what it could mean if she were infected with that horrible condition and wanted a little more from me then to just scratch an itch. The only thing I knew of vampires had come from the old Bram Stokes book. I remembered that there was one part where it was mentioned that if the original vampire were destroyed, and the condition had not progressed too far, then salvation was possible. But that if she had entered the ranks of the undead, then the only recourse was the old wooden stake, decapitation and the garlic stuffing treatment. Great, not much garlic around here.

We entered the ballroom, still she continued talking endless streams of meaningless words. Something about having removed the gaudy paintings and stuff. Yeah, sure babe, I thought, I could see over in one corner, evidently forgotten by one of the workmen, another black velvet painting, the classic four dogs playing pool. This was one gallina muy fina, but she was still as hillbilly as they came and didn't fool me at all. A couple of years of trying to live as a Scottish princess and she would have a couple of cars on blocks in the yard, a double wide parked out back for a summer retreat, and be toodling around the highlands in a Trans-Camaro, sucking on Slim Jims or chewing a piece of beef jerky and drinking Dr. Pepper. And that was the problem I was having, here I was, on vacation in a strange land, yet it appeared I had found the perfect woman. I had a plan though, and it was time to put it to work.


"Sweetie, we have a few hours until you need to prepare for your party. Why don't we just sit and rest a little and talk. I would like to know a little more about you, it would be nice to get to know each other a little better." I said as seductively as possible, all the while thinking urgently of the things I had to find out.








(OOC: honey, my pheremones smell like garlic. cool.gif )

Posted by: free2Bme 09-Jul-2003, 05:20 PM
He called me Sweetie! My heart leapt for joy and I felt as giddy as a school girl! Easy girlie, try not to get too attached to this one. Remember what happened the last time you thought you met your Mr. Right? Don't let your heart be broken again...

Sure thing darling, where would you like to sit, and.....talk? I asked in my sultry sexy southern drawl. We can stay here in the dining hall, or we can go get cozy in the sitting room. I stepped closer to Firth and took his hand in mine. I softly traced little circles across the back of his hand with my index finger, and I smiled as I watched the shivers and quivers pass through his body...

Posted by: Herrerano 09-Jul-2003, 05:27 PM
I saw her face light up warmly and she stepped closer to me. She took one of my hands and started tracing circles across the back of one of my hands. I shook slightly as she drew her nail painfully across one of my numerous scars. I was determined to see this through though, and the pain would not get in my way.) I moved one knee forward until it was barely touching hers. Even though this was now calculated with a purpose it was almost more then I could take. I saw her nostrils flare slightly, and I said softly, "Cupcake, let's go into the sitting room where it is a little cozier."

Posted by: free2Bme 09-Jul-2003, 05:48 PM
We walked hand in hand past the dining chairs and out the doorway on the other side of the room. The sitting room was frightfully garish, but it's one redeeming quality was that the lighting in the room was very dim. There were heavy draperies across the one small window, and thus little to no natural daylight ever filtered in. I tried to walk calmly and seductively, swishing my skirts as we went along, but my feet wanted to run!

I noticed the scars on his arms and I thought a most evil wicked little thought, then I shook it from my head. Surely he isn't the type of man who derives pleasure from being subjected to so much pain...he seems so nice, so strong, so self assured, so manly!

Posted by: Herrerano 09-Jul-2003, 06:07 PM
She almost danced into the dimly lit sitting room. She was eyeing my arms and the side of my neck rather strangly, then I realized it must be the scars.

"I was in an accident, an explosion, a few years ago. I was burnt pretty badly, but made an amazing recovery. They aren't too noticable are they?"
It was a rhetorical question, of course they were noticable, I was lucky I had lost only a small piece of my left ear lobe, but the burns started at my neck and covered the left side of my body. In particular my left arm and upper back and shoulder.

The only seating in the sitting room were those beanbag chairs, I tossed one next to another and we sat down. She wiggled as close as possible and continued to hold my hand. I wiggled back, then asked her,"What sort of plans do you have for the future. You said you won the lottery and was staying here, you have talked about remodeling, but then what?" There was one thing I had to find out, and it wasn't possible from conversation alone. It required a little more physical contact, but I had to be very careful with this because if I were wrong it could mean the end of my existence. I waited for my opportunity and decided to let nature take its course.

Posted by: Herrerano 09-Jul-2003, 06:24 PM
As we sat and talked, I tried to look into her eyes, she seemed somewhat furtive. But her grip on my hand never loosened. I reached over and took her hand with my other, holding it between both hands. Then as naturally as possible, slid one slightly above the other and with the first two fingers of my left hand, deftly touched the hollow of her wrist above her thumb. And there it was! A bounding pulse, not all that strong, but definitely there.

So, I thought to myself, she is not one of 'them' yet. There is still time to save her, maybe. But I realized that this would be incredibly difficult, because I knew I could expect no help from her. She was apparently completely under the spell of this demon and would try and thwart my every attempt to do what was necessary. But still, there was hope, and I was not one to give up easily.

Posted by: Herrerano 10-Jul-2003, 12:38 PM
"Tell me about this Jack guy you keep mentioning. And when do you expect all of these folks to show up?" I asked, admiring that huge black velvet painting again of my hero, John Wayne.

It was now just a few hours after dawn, and this whole adventure was only about fourteen hours old. I was starting to get very sleepy, and sitting there as close as we were was very comforting. I was trying to think of what I could do if my worst suspicions were correct, but at the same time I was still having trouble actually believing it. My mind still raced to find another possibility.

I noticed across the room, the cat had returned and seemed to be playing with something on the floor. Batting it around and then jumping and pouncing on it. It looked like an empty cellophane wrapper, and as the cat continued to play he brought the object closer until I could finally make out the distinctive blue, yellow and white labeling of an empty moon pie wrapper.


Where had this woman been all of my life?



http://www.moonpie.com/home.asp

Posted by: free2Bme 10-Jul-2003, 05:35 PM
Jack O'Calahan is one of my ancestors, I think, only about 40 times removed. I didn't know about him until I started doing some Geneaology research at home in the US. I think it's cool that we share the last name, even though there are several million O'Calahans in this world. Its a name almost as common as Smith or Jones. I spoke softly to Firth, as he placed his weary head on my shoulder and leaned in to listen closely. I don't think he listens to half of anything I ever have to say, but if he wants to hear the story, then I will tell him. It's high time someone heard my side of the story! With all of these people running loose with silver bullets, crossbows and stuff, and all sorts of magic potions and sorcery, I haven't dared to say much at all.

I stroked his hair soothingly as I continued...As I was doing research, I found out about this castle, almost by accident. Its as if someone wanted me to find it! As I said, I did most of my research through the Internet, and by snail mail correspondence. I wrote the keepers of this castle and they were kind enough to send me some photo copies of ancient letters that had been written by Jack. They were letters written by Jack to his wife, Isabel. In the letters he explained how he feared he had come under the spell of an evil sorcerer. He died shortly thereafter, and he was buried in the grave yard just beyond the hill behind the castle. Everyone thought that his letters were the ravings of an insane mind, but when they went to check his grave, they discovered that it was empty!

I am not sure how I was able to make contact with him, but when I won the $50 Million Jackpot with that one lone lottery ticket I bought on a lark, I felt I just HAD to come here. He was the one I was waiting for at the pub, only I wasn't expecting him to show himself in Vampire form. I really don't know what I was expecting, but that certainly wasn't it!

Tonight is going to be a special night for Mr. Jack O'Calahan! Not only will we celebrate the very date of his birth, but I am hoping that I have found a spell that will release him from the sorcerers curse.
As I spoke these last words, Firth began to snore very loudly.

Poor dear, he has had quite a time of things, he deserves to rest. I found a way to slide myself out from under him and settle him across our two bean bag chairs without disturbing him. Then I covered him with a throw spread and left him there to sleep while I prepared for tonight...so much to do - so little time!

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 04:28 AM
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I glanced at my watch ... Only 45 minutes to sunset, and only an hour and a bit 'til full dark.


I have been so incredibly busy today that I barely noticed how close it was to sundown! Only a few more hours yet to go before Midnight! Let's see .... do I have everything for the ritual tonight?

Ritual to Call a Vampire page 756...

According to the Big Book of Spells, I need:

Blood of a virgin (Hmm, maybe that cute guy in the kilt? Nah, the animal blood I have in the kitchen will work I suppose) - CHECK

6 Black Candles - CHECK

Home soil of the Vampire (a handful maybe - not too difficult to get since the castle was built by Jack O'Calahan) - CHECK

Dagger or another knife -CHECK

My first two guests should be very well rested for tonight...I can still hear Firth's snores reverberating through the castle. I just peeped in on Renton, Mark Renton, or whatever he thinks his name is, and he too is deep in slumber.

Okay...now what should I wear? This dress is O-U-T, OUT! It has peanut butter and tobasco stains on it...I need something a bit more suitable. Casual or dress? Jeans maybe? I wonder what does one wear to a Vampire Redemption / Birthday Party anyways? My hairdresser should be arriving soon ... I want to look JUST RIGHT for tonight... maybe she can offer some suggestions!

OOooooh I can't wait.... I haven't been this nervous since Prom Night...

Posted by: RavenWing 11-Jul-2003, 07:23 AM
QUOTE (barddas @ Jul 9 2003, 10:10 PM)
Almost instantly there was a flash.... a vision.... She had taken refuge in the castle near Isabelle's flat! But, what are the details of this...quickly, I remembered the ravens.... As I closed my eyes, and focused, I saw Anne, she was behind Izzy's Flat. But with who????
Ahhhh, I thought.... her hero... the flowered shirt man. So noble, and seemingly foolish.....

At that moment, I was throw out of my trance..... Isabelle let out with a shreak!!!!

"What's the matter????" I asked ....

She has a fearful look on her face and just said..."death".......

In a low and steady voice she says She is going to attempt some sort of sorcery, and I don't think it is all "harmless". She is messing with things that ought to be left alone, and she is going to die if goes through with it. That thought doesn't exactly bother me, but she could unleash something more terrifying than we have ever had to deal with. The wolves are searching, the spirits are restless, this can't be good. If we do nothing many people are going to die, and I don't think we will be alive outselves.


OOC: how is that?

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 08:38 AM
We sat on those ridiculous beanbag chairs, but somehow it felt like the most comfortable seat I had ever had. I still held her hand, softly cradled in mine and I felt her scoot a little closer. Her other arm went up around my neck as she told about her involvement with this castle. That soft southern drawl seemed to have an hypnotic effect and I felt her hand trace the outline of the tiger stripe like scars that covered my neck. I couldn?t help myself, I was so sleepy and so comfortable. Her voice droned on and on. I laid my head on her shoulder and snuggled the side of my face down into the soft place where her shoulder met her neck. She smelled so good. I was barely awake when I felt her start to run her hands through my short hair. I felt like the prize puppy at a dog show.

Like always, the dream came back. Sometimes the scene changed from one place to another, sometimes the events were different, but this time it took up where it had left off before.
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?Roger, red smoke, over.?

The chopper came in at about a forty five degree angle from where I was crouched beside the poor MF on the litter. He was not only a poor MF, but somewhat of a stupid one as well. He had caught a boot heel as we unloaded a truck and had somersaulted off the tailgate landing on his back. He was conscious and didn?t seem to be in much pain, but he couldn?t move his legs, and had no reflexes below the waist. He also had an enormous bruise forming around his belt line and his blood pressure was 90/50. Obviously there was something wrong here.

Dust was whipping up from the LZ like a thousand baby tornados. I couldn?t see the aircrew but I knew the pilot by his voice over the HF. He was a friend of mine, the first time we had met, he had asked me where I was from. When I told him, he asked if I knew his brother. I had looked at him sort of strangely, and he then broke into a laugh, his white teeth splayed across his black face like this was the joke of the century. Then he said, ?Probably not, he won?t come up for probation for another two years.?

He went on and told me he was from south L.A.; southern Louisiana and then another of those laughs. Captain T was the best out here in the sticks and had my unbridled respect for the fact that he had brought in my first mail delivery on a jungle penetrator dangling 150 feet below his Huey.

I laid the IV bag on the poor MF?s chest, and passed the second button of his jacket through the little loop at the top so it wouldn?t fall as we carried him out to the chopper. I smashed his hat down over his face and told him to hold it there as tightly as he could and to close his eyes to protect them from the dust.

I was at the left, front hand grip and one of the indigenous privates had the side opposite. Two more had the back and Teniente Chica moved up beside me. The scar faced sergeant brought up the rear.

The helicopter had come in hard and fast and now the blades were pitched slightly back so that it hovered in one spot, skids dancing in the air about six inches above the ground.

?Vaminos?, I yelled and we started off for the chopper. Teniente Chica was beside me, eyes scouring to the left and front, his galil at the ready with a thirty round clip. Behind us in a curious sort of dancing motion moved scar face, watching to the right and behind us. As we approached the bird, the crew chief stepped out onto one of the skids and the door gunner pulled the barrel of the sixty back up out of the way. The crew chief grabbed my handle and hauled up and back and in one fluid motion the litter was on the floor of the chopper. He stepped back and put his hand on my shoulder and with his face close enough to give me a kiss, asked if there was anything I needed. I yelled back over the din of the whirling blades that there was nothing, I was in mighty fine shape.

Captain T had already started to power up the rotors and we dropped low in a crouch as the helicopter lifted off. We ran low back to the radio and where Ramiro was waiting. As we got back I turned and saw the bird about seventy five feet in the air, swinging around to head back to base camp. The other chopper that had been high overhead slowly swung around and followed.

We hunkered down and waited for a few minutes after all of the noise had subsided. Sometimes this sort of activity brought reactions after the event as well. I pulled out a cigar and lit it as we waited, now there was no need for secrecy. Besides there were about fifteen troops around the LZ, most armed with galils and carrying six clips of thirty rounds. In addition was the BAR man with his antique 30 caliber and the 57 recoiless on the trail below. Along with the lieutenants 9mm and my old 45 we were not exactly lightly armed.

It was then I saw one of the strangest things, it must have been an illusion caused by the dust or the sun, but it seemed as if there was a wolf standing where the chopper had been. He was looking directly at me and it seemed as if he were almost smiling. When I blinked my eyes, he was gone.

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 10:24 AM
I have tried on nearly every single outfit I own - including all of my medieval garb but nothing seems right! GRRRR! I think I will just wear what is comfortable to me. I put on my favorite pair of old denim jeans and my most comfortable blouse and then looked into the mirror...

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Now to do something about this hair I mused as I waited for the hairstylist to arrive...

OOC: I just love the painted clouds and beach mural left by the previous tenants, don't you? cool.gif

Posted by: barddas 11-Jul-2003, 11:23 AM
Location- 45minutes NE of castle...
Where Isabelle just had a vision...

Zeb sighs. Closes his eyes looks up to Isabelle...

" Izzy I need to tell you somethings"
Isabelle draws near, with a look of consern on her face.

"Remember when we met? All those ages ago..... you were just as young and beautiful as you are today. Your mother found me after the Romans had come in and destoyed our groves, and our families. And when I woke up you were there. And we shared our knowledge of magick, and the lands..... But then it was time for me to leave your world. To see if there were any that had survived death like me. And dead I should have been! But, you begged to go with me. Out into the mortal world. I said it was to dangerous. You begged, and your mother finally agreed. Asking me to protect you from danger whenever you were out amoungst the mortals. I agreed."

"So we headed out on our way... You remember don't you? In the short time I had been with you and your people, fifty years had passed. When we went to my homeland, and saw the remnant of families there, trying to survive. I wanted to help. But, when we tried they called me a demon,
raised from the dead. So, we left, and headed north to Scotland."

Isabelle looked as if she were reliving every moment. It was an exciting time. We could go from village to village, town to town, even country to country. Always learning, and teaching one another. Keeping the Magick alive. And the occasional meeting with other "other worldly" beings, made our journys that more exciting!

After many, many years of travel we decided to go back to Scotland. That is where I met a young Nobleman. Jack was his name. And he and Isabelle were truley a pair made in the stars. As sad as I was that we no longer spent much time together , I was glad to see she was happy. I had never told her my feelings. There was to much to risk. I had to make sure that the creatures that had since become myth still survived in *THIS* world. And letting my feelings being revield would in the end be fatal.

" Izz, remeber the castle? Jacks castle... Well, I need to tell you something that has bothered me for some 400 years now. " Isabelle has a look of worry on her face.
"As you remember Jack knew nothing of our ways. He was a good man. But he did not believe in the goings on of "devil's work" as he called it. During the time we were with Jack. Before his death.....
Zeb paused a moment, hoping that what he was going to tell Isabelle would not ruin what they had .... he sighed took a drink and continued.

"At that time if you remember, there was a lot of supernatural activity. There were things of all desciption....Well, i had found out that a band of Vampires had entered the area. They hadn't been causing any harm. The treaty was in order, and they seemed to follow it. No life taking. Plain and simple. On the night that jack and I were to meet. He recieved
word that he should meet me on the far end of the property. When he arrived he was ambushed by this rouge group. And they took his life."

Isabelle's eyes began to swell with tears. and a puzzled look upon her face.

Isabelle- " So that is what happened? That's how he died???"

"Yes, but there is more. They took his life, indeed they did. And gave him a new life. He was one of them......"

Isabelle looked as if she had been hit by a truck by the news that i had just told her..

"I know, I should have told you.... but they were after you! Your BLOOD!
You being a halfling, your blood is the holy grail of blood. Faerie blood will kill them...... the life force and magick is too strong..... But your blood is like Absinthe. The perfect blend. And once they have tasted it they will drain you of your life force.... and that would have been it.
It was for your protection. ....."

Posted by: barddas 11-Jul-2003, 11:33 AM
"The other night in the pub. That was Jack."


Izabelle about fell out of her seat.....

"He is trying to find me.... and kill me. He blames me for his becoming a vampire.....I tried to help, when I was told he went to the far end of the property to meet me.. I knew what was happening....They needed money and power.... I didn't get there in time.....

I'm sorry Izzy......I tried...... But no magick could save him......"

Zeb, wipes the tear from his eye....

"I swore to protect you....Always.... I keep my word..... I need to make my peace with Jack. To let him know I did try to stop them.... The ones that created him I eventually found.... I charmed them and then drained them of their blood..... That way they can not cause harm to anyone and break the treaty.......But it seems as if Jack doesn't like those rules...since I had something to do in implemeting them....."

"He must be stopped.... you know this to be true dear. He is disrupting the balance.... and it must stop tonight.


Posted by: barddas 11-Jul-2003, 11:36 AM
" Now I need to call Connor. I need to know who is bringing him in...."



Posted by: RavenWing 11-Jul-2003, 12:20 PM
Isabelle was floored. After all these years, Jack was still around. Tears were streaming down her face as all those feelings came back. She was torn between the life she led all those years ago and the reality of the present. The desire to go back to those happy times was so great that she almost completely let go of reality, but something kept her from it. It was the realization of what her lost love is now, and what will never ever be between them again. With the most overwhelming sense of dread she looked at Zeb and said in a clear voice: What must I do?

Posted by: MDF3530 11-Jul-2003, 12:22 PM
Meanwhile, back at the castle, Mike awoke. Groggily, he wondered What the heck happened to me? He tried to get up, but discovered that he was shackled to the bed, naked.

That jezebel must've slipped something into my drink, he thought angrily.

(Black Magic Woman by Santana playing in Mike's head)

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 12:49 PM
The dream changed again. I was lying on a couch, a television was on in front of me and the Jaguars were whupping the pants off the Dolphins. A small pile of Busch cans cluttered the floor at my side, and a half eaten piece of chess pie was on the phony-neo-french-provincial coffee table at my side. The wall opposite me had a fake piece of walnut paneling as a wainscoting, and above that was one of those photo-montage frames with some badly faded photos and still stuck in one corner was the small sticker that said Wal-Mart, Made in the U.S.A..

Someone rose from the recliner that was slightly behind me, to the right, and walked across the room towards the door to the kitchen. Long blond hair hung down almost to the hips, which had grown somewhat wider, and more flacid, the victim of too many moon pies. Her pink, fuzzy bunny slippers were faded and worn, and she hardly raised her feet as she walked. She called back to me from the kitchen, "Y'all shoulda picked up a case while ya were out. Thars only 'bout four left. Ya ready fer anuther?"

I belched loudly.


As usual, passing from sleep to wakefulness occurred in one violent instant, I sat up with a start. I felt much better, really rested, but a little stiff. I looked around the room and realized I must have slept most of the day. I could tell that night had fallen again, even though I could not see outside. And I was hungry. I arose, and made my way towards the kitchen to try and find something to satisfy my hunger. "What weird dreams", I muttered under my breath. Yet I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders, I felt strangly relaxed and at peace as if everything was perfectly on course.

Posted by: barddas 11-Jul-2003, 01:11 PM
QUOTE (RavenWing @ Jul 11 2003, 07:20 PM)
Isabelle was floored.  After all these years, Jack was still around.  Tears were streaming down her face as all those feelings came back.  She was torn between the life she led all those years ago and the reality of the present.  The desire to go back to those happy times was so great that she almost completely let go of reality, but something kept her from it.  It was the realization of what her lost love is now, and what will never ever be between them again.  With the most overwhelming sense of dread she looked at Zeb and said in a clear voice: What must I do?

"Child.... ( Zeb, place his hand on Isabelle's cheek) I can not tell you what to do.... I do wish you would go north.... for your safty. Until, this is resolved.... ( Isabelle got an objectionable look on her face... which I expected....) We must find Jack. And who is calling on him.....

( At that time Zeb's cell phone rings... It's Connor.

Connor- " The info you wanted ... The castle is now being kept by an American woman.... Anne O'Calahan. I believe you've already met....
She is a distant relation of Jack O'Calahan, the original land owner..and I believe.... our rouge....

Zeb- "that's him....."

Connor- " well I suggest that you get down there before the S*** hits the fan, and the world as we know it is gone. And your precious balance is gone forever!"


Connor says a few passing words, and gets off the phone..

Zeb, looks at Isabelle-

"Anne the woman from the pub... Her last name is O'Calahan.....
Are you up for this???
We have about 30 mins of daylight left...
If we are going, we must do it now......"

Posted by: RavenWing 11-Jul-2003, 01:21 PM
She looks at Zeb with her jaw almost to the floor, yet it made sense. She knew she wan't going to run from this, it was her duty, and Zeb could play the protector all he wanted, but he was NOT going to keep her from doing this. No matter what the cost, she was going to help make thigs right. AND get revenge on the wench.

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 02:41 PM
Tum tee tumm...I hum as I go about gathering materials for the Birthday Party.

The cake is all baked and decorated, and in its place of honor in the great hall. It is as tall as a six tier Wedding Cake, but frosted with dark purple frosting, and ornamented with dark red rose swags. There are a dozen dark black candles spaced evenly around - I don't want to have to use a fire extinguisher to blow out 401 candles, that's for sure!

I have the fancy silver place settings all arranged...I am not sure how many guests will be here, but there will be many here tonight - I can feel it in my bones! I have the good crystal all set out, sparkling in the light of the lit chandeliers and candelabras...

Let's see , what else - Oh yeah, the stage area for the Celtic Band is arranged - I do hope the Barddas Band will be here soon - I am paying them double their usual fee for this ocassion - I had to since I had to fly them in on such short notice! They will be staying here at the Castle tonight, part of their contract...so all of their rooms are ready...their limo should be here any moment...

The charcoal for the grill outside has been lit...the cooks and chefs I hired to cater are rattling around in the kitchen...

Wait a minute - the snoring has stopped...Firth must be awake...I better go find him, I can't have him wandering unescorted about the castle, especially on a night like this....

Posted by: barddas 11-Jul-2003, 02:45 PM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jul 11 2003, 09:41 PM)

Let's see , what else - Oh yeah, the stage area for the Celtic Band is arranged - I do hope the Barddas Band will be here soon - I am paying them double their usual fee for this ocassion - I had to since I had to fly them in on such short notice! They will be staying here at the Castle tonight, part of their contract...so all of their rooms are ready...their limo should be here any moment...

!

OOC- AREN'T YOU A DEAR!!! wub.gif :: wink.gif Gonna make me blush....
That's the best treatment we've ever gotten!!! Thanks so much!
LOL!

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 02:52 PM
OOC: I hope the ones who were expecting Barry Manilow and Tom Jones aren't too terribly disappointed! tongue.gif

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 11-Jul-2003, 02:54 PM
((I'm still giggling about "the snoring had stopped - firth must be awake!"
oh, btw: the bloodsucking undeed is still up north, not in that castle.. ))

Posted by: barddas 11-Jul-2003, 02:54 PM
"Then we must take our leave....Come with me....."

Zeb walks to the car, grabs the backpack that he grabbed earlier in the day.... Opens it, and hands Isabelle a cloak...Pulls out another for himself, and what appears to be an old bottle with some sort of liquid in it.....

"Izz, put this on. It is enchanted, when in the shadows you are undetectable, even when moving....In the light you are visible as a moving shadow with the hood up....I need you to drink this... and hold my hand. Other wise you could be lost for sometime..... "

Isabelle looks at the bottle drinks half, hands the rest to Zeb. He kills whats left in the bottle. With his walking stick he draws a circle onto the ground. They step in and both vanish from sight...

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 02:55 PM
I was hungry, and thirsty. Really hungry and thirsy. I wanted an inch and a half thick steak, charbroiled and rare, with garlic butter smeared all over it before it went on the grill. And beer, wussy, weak Panamanian beer, preferably a Balboa so cold that ice was just starting to form in the liquid. And I wanted those things now.

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 11-Jul-2003, 03:08 PM
((ooc: *rofl*))

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 03:15 PM
I heard a clatter in the kitchen and I went immediately to see what was the matter! There stood Firth, arguing with the staff about wanting garlic butter on his steak. The head chef was attempting to explain that they had no garlic - per my orders - and now would he please go away as they had much to do and he was preventing them from doing it!

It's okay, Firth is a guest, I said stepping in between the two men, And if he wants a steak with garlic butter I am sure we can find something as a reasonable substitute...

We walked past a large tub of beer that has been iced down, and I reach in and hand one to Firth as we walk by. It probably isn't the kind you wanted but I got a real bargain on the Murphy's, will this do while we wait for your steak to be cooked? Just be glad that I didn't request a Haggis Dinner for tonight's party - the chef assured me that Haggis is his specialty I said with a smile and quick wink.

I breathed a sigh of relief that I had found Firth so quickly, I didn't want him padding around the place snooping into guest rooms and such. That just wouldn't do at all!

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 03:26 PM
Firth after you have finished eating your steak, would you mind helping me to carry some things out to the cemetary behind the castle? This is something I can't hire someone else to do .. I don't want anyone in town discussing it.

I seat him at a small table in the far corner of the kitchen, out of the way of the staff, and they bring him a nice large steak, cooked to perfection, with a dinner roll and a baked potato. I set a huge tankard before him and a couple more ice cold Murphy's to drink on the table beside the platters of food.

I really could use your help...I whispered to him sweetly.

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 03:31 PM
"What do ya mean no garlic butter? And spit that crap outta yer mouth buster, I can hardly understand anything yer saying!" I was about a foot from one of the ugliest, hairest ogres I had ever seen. And the situation was getting serious. I had started to gauge the distance my knee would travel if he decided to take a swing at me.

It was at that point that Ann walked in and calmed everything down. She stuck a beer in my hand and told me to follow her. I was happy to, the tail end of those jeans she was wearing looked pretty good. Not as good as a steak with garlic butter, but pretty darn close.

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 03:36 PM
She may think this steak is cooked to perfection, and it ain't bad, but it needs some garlic to really taste right.

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 04:48 PM
I had drained two of the beers by the time I got to the middle of the steak. The baked potato went pretty quickly as well, skin and all. The steak took a little longer to chew, but was tasty enough, all things considered.

"Whoa!", I said, "Carry what kinda things to the cemetary. Look, I've been thinking about this vampire business, and there are a few things you should be thinking about here."

"Number one, those guys aren't alive, and they aren't dead. Now that ain't natural at all. Seems to me a proper acting person should be one or the other and that there really isn't anything that falls in between. I think you have fallen under some sort of spell, or some romantic idea about this Jack fellow, but I think you might be way off base here. That guy I saw in the pub didn't look to me like he was interested in any sort of platonic relationship with you, and considering what a relationship with a vampire would be like, I don't think you should have anything to do with him."


There, I had said my piece, I expected her to get huffy now. Maybe she would stomp one of those luscious feet. I would like to see that.

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 04:51 PM
Well sit here and enjoy your snack, sweetie, and I will go get the things we will need to take out to the cemetary, okay? I cooed to him, then made a quick exit through the kitchen and up the back stairs.

I put the blood of a virgin in a mason jar with the lid screwed on real tight into a carbaord box, Then I put the 6 candles, and the Big Book of Spells into the box, a couple of matches..

Oh what else was it that I needed? Oh yeah, a knife or dagger...

I have just the thing! I reached into my garb closet and came out with my matched set of Spanish rapiers! That will do quite nicely.
I looked out the small window of my bedroom, and I could see the light of the full moon behind the slow moving clouds. It will be midnight in a couple more hours - then it's show time!

With the rapiers in one hand (I know I shouldn't carry them by the blades, but they are SCA rapiers and therefore not sharp) and the carboard box under my other arm, I went back down the back steps into the kitchen.

Firth was still sitting there chowing down on the food, still grumbling something about needing garlic, but he looked happy enough. I heard him say something about not thinking I should have anything to do with someone in between bites of his food.

Whenever you are ready to go, dear, I'm ready too. I smiled at him. Who are you talking to?

http://www.triplette.com/Theatrical%20Fencing/Default.htm

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 05:17 PM
As I finished the steak, I realized she was gone and I had been talking to myself. Some of the kitchen staff were staring at me strangly, but I stared back and then stuck my tongue out at the ugly brute that had argued with me earlier. He started toward the table when Ann returned and asked if I was ready. I opened another beer and took a long drink.

"Let's go," I said. I was pretty curious to see what this was about.

I turned and gave a nice toothy smile to the hairy monster staring at me.

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 05:25 PM
Here, you carry this stuff then, I said as I handed him the box and the rapiers,and I will find us a couple of flashlights. I dont want anyone getting hurt out there in the dark. I grabbed a pair of flashlights from a drawer...

Oh, yeah, I need a punch bowl too. Wanting to keep my hands free, I placed the punch bowl over my head like a helmet. Shall we go?

As I led the way out the kitchen door, the chef gave me a funny look. I turned and stuck my tongue out him, then I asked What's the matter, haven't you ever seen an excentric millionairess before?

Posted by: MDF3530 11-Jul-2003, 05:25 PM
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Mike had been trying frantically to free himself, employing various methods, some of which had been taught to him at "The Farm", others he'd glommed by watching James Bond movies. He was able to free one of his hands, albeit at the expense of some skin.

At least that wicked woman used ropes, he thought to himself. It's obvious she's never learned to tie secure knots. At least I did in the Boy Scouts.

After he freed himself, dressed the wound on his arm and got dressed, he checked his watch (Anne'd forgotten to remove it), which also had a GPS tracker on it. He'd put completely undetectable homing beacons on both Firth and Anne when he shook their hands. He then proceeded to follow their signals, which if the intel he'd gotten was correct, was near a cemetery.

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 05:38 PM
This broad is competely wacko. I thought, as we started out the door. What's the deal with that punch bowl? I saw her stick her tongue out at the ugly, hairy gopher that had been staring so hard. Holding the box under one arm I transferred one of the rapiers to that hand and then with the one rapier held in my right hand I felt pretty dashing. I sort of swirled it a few times then turned and made a threatening gesture at the low browed fool that was watching us so strangly. I then turned, following Ann and did one of my best Eroll Flynn impersonations sort of jabbing in the air.

I accidentally poked her squarely in the butt. She sort of squealed and jumped a little, I thought the punch bowl was history. I jumped forward and steadied her by the shoulders. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I blabbered.

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 05:46 PM
Hey, don't you know that you can be BANNED for playing with rapiers like that! That was the most unchivalrous act unbecoming to a knight... then I stopped to think, wait a minute, Firth isn't in SCA, and therefore does not deserve an SCA rebuke.

Never mind the punch bowl...I said as I rubbed my tushie. Then I thought about how ridiculous I must look to him, and how silly he looks with those swords...I had to stifle a laugh.

Ah well, no harm done, but we must get this stuff out to the cemetary - we don't want to be late!

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and I felt as if I was being watched...or followed...




http://www.sca.org/

Posted by: Herrerano 11-Jul-2003, 05:54 PM
"I am sorry, here let me rub it a little, that will help." I said, before I realized what I was saying. "No, no wait, I'm sorry. I won't do anything like that again." I was really embarrassed, but she was awfully cute standing there rubbing the injured spot.

I reached to scratch my shoulder and practically put my eye out. I readjusted the rapier and tried again and then felt a little piece of tape there. I scratched it off and tossed it away. It had been itching off and on all afternoon, since that tuxedoed fellow clapped me on the shoulder as he shook my hand.

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 06:36 PM
I flipped the flashlight on as we left the comfort and safety of the kitchen and went outside into the courtyard. It was pitch dark out here, and the flightlight only shone a little spot of light in front of our feet. The clouds had gathered overhead and almost completely blocked the glow of the full moon.

I could see nothing, and worse I heard nothing in the darkness, not even a cricket chirping or a frog croaking. Nothing. The silence of the night was ominous.

After a moment or two I was able to get my bearings and make our way towards the cemetary. It was a really old cemetary that had fallen into general disrepair. The iron gate around the family burial ground was rusted and falling down. The uncut weeds and grass almost completely hid the remarkably old headstones...

It took awhile for me to find the proper headstone, since time and erosion had nearly wiped away the name and dates on the stone marker. I asked Firth to put the box of stuff down in a pile underneath the oak tree that hung its branches over Jack O'Calahan's grave. I used the flashlight to check my watch, good, only another half an hour to go...i opened my Big Book of Spells and began...

I took the rapier by the handle and drew a large circle in the dirt on top of the grave...

As the Big Book of Spells directed, I drew a pentagram with the blade before me on the floor (large enough for somebody to stand and move in the little middlepart of the pentagram) and drew another circle around it (with the blade on the ground). The lines HAVE to be closed.

Referring again to the Book, I put the 6 candles in equal distances from each other on the circle-line. I placed the two rapiers within the lines of the pentagram with thier blades crossed.

Then I took the punch bowl off my head, put the bowl in the middle of the pentagram, and poured the virgin's (sheep) blood into it. I then scattered the home soil of the vampire in the middle of the pentagram.

I checked my watch, only 5 more minutes until midnight.

I stood outside of the pentagram and started to chant the secret words written in the book in a weird language, scots gaelic perhaps? I wasn't sure if i was pronouncing them right, but I had to give it a try...

I felt the wind begin to rise and circle within the bonds of the candles, the flames were unmoved, as well as the earth in the pentagram and the blood...

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 11-Jul-2003, 07:05 PM
((*clears throat*... you're much too fast for the rest of us.. *just a comment from the other part... other ppl are not responding as fast as you 2 do... wink.gif ))

Posted by: free2Bme 11-Jul-2003, 07:27 PM
OOC: 'nuff said - we will wait... cue the elevator music so we will have something to listen to OR insert several commercial advertisements of your choice here ph34r.gif

For those who are just joining us, please refer to the thread RPG2 - the Hunt
http://www.celticradio.net/php/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=19&t=1131

While we wait to find out -

Is Anne a vampire or not?

Is Firth still hungry, and if so will he spinkle garlic on his food?

Will Secret Agent Mark Renton catch up to Anne and Firth?

Will his dreams of a night with a Bond Girl be shattered?

Will Anne's magic spell work, or will it rain on her parade?

Has the Barrdas Band ever arrived to entertain the guests?

To find out the answers to these questions and more, stay tuned!

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Posted by: Herrerano 12-Jul-2003, 01:13 PM
Ann stepped outside and immediatly turned on the flashlight, women, they have never learned about things like letting your eyes adjust to the low light. I followed along, handling my rapier a lot more responsibly. Still, I imagined that if anyone were watching I looked pretty cool, sort of a cross between Kirk Douglas and Frosty the Snowman with a mean blade in my hand.

We finally got to the graveyard, and she started looking around for the right tombstone. I wasn't helping much, this looked far to silly to me now. She finally decided one of them was the one she wanted and started reading her book and making designs on the ground. I had to hand over the box and the nifty rapiers. I supposed this ritual stuff was harmless enough, but it reminded me an awful lot of some of the things that take place down in my part of the world and I didn't much like that.

Finally when she started chanting in some strange tongue I became increasingly uncomfortable. I kept a pretty decent lookout in all directions now, not knowing what to expect.







OOC: Figured I had better get my chubby little self in position here, now back to commercials

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 12-Jul-2003, 03:04 PM
((OOC: Tip: edit and make it more than five minutes.. (maybe).. make the chat a cleaning ritual for your soul or something like that...))

Posted by: free2Bme 12-Jul-2003, 05:58 PM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jul 11 2003, 09:36 PM)
I stood outside of the pentagram and started to chant the secret words written in the book in a weird language, scots gaelic perhaps? I wasn't sure if i was pronouncing them right, but I had to give it a try...

I felt the wind begin to rise and circle within the bonds of the candles, the flames were unmoved, as well as the earth in the pentagram and the blood...

The clouds over head began to swirl and move in a clockwise circular motion...the clouds gathered together darker , completely inking out the glow of the full moon and the stars..there was a low rumble of thunder as I continued to chant the strange words in from the Book...

Posted by: Aon_Daonna 12-Jul-2003, 06:17 PM
((OOC: I'm doing my best in quickening the other thread up...))

Posted by: free2Bme 12-Jul-2003, 06:37 PM
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jul 12 2003, 08:58 PM)
QUOTE (free2Bme @ Jul 11 2003, 09:36 PM)
I stood outside of the pentagram and started to chant the secret words written in the book in a weird language, scots gaelic perhaps? I wasn't sure if i was pronouncing them right, but I had to give it a try...

I felt the wind begin to rise and circle within the bonds of the candles, the flames were unmoved, as well as the earth in the pentagram and the blood...

The clouds over head began to swirl and move in a clockwise circular motion...the clouds gathered together darker , completely inking out the glow of the full moon and the stars..there was a low rumble of thunder as I continued to chant the strange words in from the Book...

In the center of the Pentagram, the mists begin to gather and thicken.



Still I chant the sacred words...



...The candle light glows on the gathering mists as they begin to take shape and form




Chanting louder and louder....




.... an outline of a human figure begins to emerge from the mists




Chanting Louder and louder, faster and faster ....



...a kilted figure with a crossbow on his back...


I am practically shouting the words now at the top of my lungs, above the noises of the rising wind and storms...


and from the mists a very frightened and confused Warrior emerges


Kent! What in the blue blazes are you doing here !?!?!?!

Posted by: free2Bme 12-Jul-2003, 08:39 PM
Puzzled, but determined to see this thing through to the end I pushed Kent out of the circle of the pentagram and began the chant anew. I held the flashlight over the Book and read the words aloud...hoping and praying I was saying them correctly this time!



Again the winds began to blow...



Chanting and chanting...




Once more the mists began to rise and swirl inside the pentagram...



Chanting louder and louder....



The storm clouds gathered above...




Chanting faster and faster...



Thunderclaps and flashes of lightening tore the heavens asunder with their fierce bolts zig zagging their way across the sky....




Again the mists within the pentagram seemed to take shape and form...



I am screaming the chant now above the din of the wind and the thunder...




There is a loud ear-splitting crack of lightinening...




And a human form appears in the midst of the pentagon...





A form that is human, yet not human....





Alive, yet not alive....





The form turns into the light of the candle as the face of Jack O'Calahan is outlined in the shadows...





The rains come down in a sudden deluge....




I stand laughing and unafraid, proud of my success at having called him!


Who hath calleth me to this place? He growled low and menacingly.

I who am flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood, and bone of your bone! It is I who have summoned you oh great and mighty master!

Posted by: free2Bme 13-Jul-2003, 10:10 AM
You FOOL! the vampire roared at me...Don't you realize what you have done?

Then he turned around and faced Kent, who was looking a bit like one of the red-shirted crewmen in an old Star Trek episode, and Firth, who suddenly seemed wary and alert, and quite macho - not the bumbling tourist who carried stuff a few moments ago...

Who are these two infidels?

I was suddenly more terrified than I had ever been in my life! I never expected this reaction...

I-I-I-I thought you would be pleased. My voice trailed off as I backed away from this evil apparition. I have everything prepared for you...it's your birthday, don't you remember?

Posted by: free2Bme 13-Jul-2003, 10:47 AM
OOC: For those who are not Star Trek Fans I give you this link: http://bboard.scifi.com/bboard/browse.cgi/1/5/753/5584

Posted by: MDF3530 13-Jul-2003, 12:59 PM
What Anne did not know was there was a third observer to this demonic ritual. CIA Agent Mike had followed her to the cemetery, using the GPS beacon he'd planted on her. He stayed well behind, maybe fifty feet, so as to avoid being spotted.

Before he joined the CIA, Mike was a member of the United States Army Special Forces Unit (better known as the Green Berets), where he was an assassin with an excellent kill record. He was trained to kill using a variety of weapons, as well as the martial arts. One of the skills he learned as a Green Beret was how to make bullets out of anything. He'd had to track and kill vampires several times, both in the Army and the CIA, so he always kept wooden bullets for both handguns and rifles.

In his previous dealings with vampires, he'd also found that shots to the head or the heart were the surest ways to kill them.

Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 08:05 AM
This was about the most bizarre thing I had ever seen in my life, well, on second thought, it was the most bizarre thing I had seen in my life with the possible exception of what that one girl did with the burro that time in Tijuana. Ann was chanting, the sky was doing all sorts of weird things and the next thing I new, out of nowhere popped that dork that had been in the pub in the kilt.

I heard a noise, and noticed the tuxedoed fellow moving closer, and then Ann started the chanting again as if she were possesed. Suddenly there was a great clap of thunder and that hideous monster was in front of us. And he did not look very pleased to be there.

He was screaming at Ann, she cowered in front of him like a four year old that had gotten caught doing something really mischevious. I didn't know what to think. I was scared out of my mind and rational thought took wings and left. Rapidly, watching this monster berate the joven of my dreams, my senslessness turned to anger. Raw, unbridled anger mixed with fear and I was in motion. I reached forward and grabbing Ann around the waist pushed her behind me. Still in one movement I dropped towards the ground with the idea to hit this thing as hard as I could and knock him off his feet. I could feel my heart in my throat and I think I was screaming as I smashed my body into his legs close to the knees. It was a lot like valiantly throwing myself in front of a locomotive to stop it. It had about the same result. Now along with all of the emotions I had pain as well. The two rapiers were still lying on the ground and I snatched them up. I managed to roll away, but the demon was now in motion and moving very fast. Still close to the ground I just managed to turn and face him as he moved towards me. The rapier was extended forward, but I was off balance.

Most of my sword fighting had taken place when I was young and with nothing deadlier then corn stalks. I was way out of my league here. I jumped to the side and somehow straightened myself up. He came back again and I lunged towards him attempting to run him through. He was much faster then me and I just managed to flick the point on his coat. He looked genuinly irritated. I was holding both rapiers and at this point drove forward with the one in the left hand and attempted to bring the other down as hard as I could on his neck. He just danced out of the way laughing.

He then turned and had the most fearsome look in his eye. He was not moving hurridly now, he new there was really not much I could do. I threw one of the rapiers at him like a spear, then remembered what I had found stuck to the sole of my boot earlier. I pulled it from my pocket, but wasn't too sure what I could do with the small head of garlic now clutched in my hand.

I screamed at Ann, "Run", but I don't know if words were even coming from my dry mouth.

Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 08:40 AM
Zeb and Isabelle reappear near wooded edge of the cemetary. Hearing a shrill they both turn round and see that Jack was there! Screaming, something at Anne. And the Flower shirt guy too.....

I see that while backing away from Jack, Anne had fallen to the ground.
He starts to walk towards her....

Without thought, but reaction I see the willow tree near the area of this ritual. The limbs extend and begin to wrap around Jack and pull him towards the tree!

As Jack fights his ensnarement, the others all move to the far end of the grave. Away from danger. Anne is helped up by the man formally known as the Flower shirt guy....

Jack continues fighting..... and is now tied to this old willow. Jack is hissing and swearing. He stops.. and says... Where does this sorcery come from!!! Show yourself!


I motion for Isabelle to stay put. I walk out of the shadows... Only being seen as a black figure in the dark, a moving shadow....

"Jack, you must restrain yourself boy."

With these few words Jack goes into a frenzy! Screaming YOU! YOU! I should have known!!!

I remove the hood from my head and I am visible to everyone now... I hear a few comments fromthe others

Jack breaks free of the willow and comes for me immediately. Taking a few steps back, I point my walkinstick in his direction. The flames from the candles engulf the area as if they had been fueled by petrol. Making a circular motion with the walking stick, the fire encoses around the two of us.


Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 08:44 AM
I see that the flower shirt man has grabbed a rapier. He tries to cause harm, but Jack just danced around him. And into this ring of fire....

(OOC - Enter Johnny cash song here)

Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 08:45 AM
The next thing I noticed was that the vampire had been snagged in a tree. This was really weird, but I figured this was a good time to get out of there. I turned and ran trying to catch up to Ann, "Come on, let's get out of here." I gasped, trying to catch my breath. One ridiculous rapier, still clutched in my hand.

Posted by: free2Bme 14-Jul-2003, 08:52 AM
Have you ever been so frightened, so afraid, that you couldn't move? I was that scared! I thought I knew this man. I , who had read all of his letters, been through his diaries, even walked the same paths that he had walked... I felt like a kindred soul, and I was sympathetic to his plight.

But I did not recognize this raging demon that stood before me! Could this embodiment of evil actually be the man once known as Jack O'Calahan? For this creature was no man - at least not in a usual sense of the word - and certainly not the lonely spectre I encountered at the pub only the night before...

As I stood there rooted in fear, everything seemed to slow down into a slow motion sequence...I felt Firth's arms about my waist, and I fell ever so slowly to the ground under him...hitting the ground hard as I failed to catch myself...all I could do is turn and watch the horror unfold before my eyes...

I saw Firth waging battle with the demon, flashes of lightening and the raging thunderstorm over head made for a very surreal landscape of motion and darkness...I saw him run agonizingly slow at the hideous monstrosity... I wanted to scream, to shout, but no sounds came from my mouth...

Then I heard on long roar come from Firth's lips - ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnn! Somehow i was able to get my feet underneath me, and run! But run to where? I ran blindly through the cemetary slipping on the wet undergrowth, falling, and somehow managing to pull my feet under and run again...past the iron gates... through the darkness of the night...

Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 08:53 AM
" Jack, I need you to know I did not cause this. I am not responsible for what you have become."

Jack laughed... You expect me to believe that??!!! You did this so you could have Isabelle to yourself!!!!

"You know that is not true, jack.....I tried to save you.... But, alas it was too late. "

LIAR!!!!!! Then why did you not kill me then!? WHY!!!????

"Jack, you knew nothing of our ways. I could not have killed you. I thought you would be able to addapt. And even if I wanted to I could not get near you. The ones that made you, could detect me when ever i grew near...."

[B] YOU LIE OLD MAN!!! [B]


" Jack I am growing tired of this! I have tried to make ky peace with you. It has eaten at me for 400 years.... If you can not accept this then you must do what you have to do.... I warn you.... I will kill you if need be...
My mind is clear....."

Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 09:02 AM
The fight begins.....


Jack runs and leaps towards me, He is stopped in air. And falls to the ground. Jack pulls the cloak and knocks me off my feet. My walking stick falls to the ground. Jack grabs it...

JAck Now if I remember correctly
Jack pulls at the handle, and out comes a small broadsword....

I will make you pay for the years of torment ZEBULON!!!!

At that, Jack lunges, I step out of the way....

Posted by: pawnman 14-Jul-2003, 09:38 AM
Having gotten my bearings, and a brief lament for the hummer (which, undoubtedly, is still traveling and will likely end up in the ocean), I pull the crossbow from its holster on my back. The capacitors whine as I fire at the vampire in the pentagram. "Alright, Jackal, back to hell with you!" I cast a glare at Anne. Never would have figured her to be in league with a vampire, she seemed so sweet. Appearances can be decieving, I guess...

I see the stake pass through the vampire. Must have missed the vitals. Still, he looks hurt. I get moving. Can't stand still for too long. I've already pulled another stake from my belt and I being reloading the crossbow leaning against a gravestone. Ok, Bill, where are you? For that matter, where am I? This doesn't look like Dirlot castle.

Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 10:03 AM
I had the babe by the arm and we were running and slipping trying to get away from all these freaks. (Tough just being a regular human once in a while).

I tried to steer her in the general direction of the castle, but wasn't too sure where we should try and go. The thought at the moment was more just on getting away then going anywhere. Personally, I had just about enough of all this kind of stuff, and was ready to forget the vacation thing.

Posted by: RavenWing 14-Jul-2003, 10:05 AM
Isabelle stands in the shadows watching the two most important men in her life fight like she has never seen before. Seeing Jack in this torment is almost more than she can bear, and seeing dear old Zeb fight for his life almost brings her to the edge. Almost. Through her sobs and tears she sees a familiar blonde head run past her and she is filled with anger, as well as the power. Now it is the time for my revenge she thinks.

Realizing she is basically invisible in the shadows, she stalks Anne until she stops in a small clearing. As Anne is cathcing her breath, she gets closer and closer until she is so close that even the smallest breath could be felt on the other woman. Anne moves to continue and in an ethereal voice Isabelle cries out YOU WILL NOT! Suddenly the blonde is not able to move or speak. The air surrouning her is as thick as concrete. It has plugged her ears and her mouth and she cannot hear or speak. Without moving a her arms or anything else, Isabelle lifts her into the air and slowly spins her around to get a good look at what she sees as the source of all her recent troubles.

With a slight move of her finger she directs the blonde woman back to the cemetary and waits.

Posted by: RavenWing 14-Jul-2003, 10:06 AM
OOC: Argh you beat me to it, Leo!

Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 10:18 AM
CRIPES! This is too much and I am really starting to get irritated. One second I got this doll by the arm and the next second she is gone. I looked around and saw her back at the cemetary. The redheaded fortune teller was all of a sudden standing there doing some kind of hocus pocus.

I had really had just about enought of all this and was feeling some good old fashioned righteous anger. I bent and picked up a small branch that was on the ground that was about four feet long and four inches in diameter. Along with the rapier in the other hand I started back to the cemetary.

The two weirdos were still battling it out, I thought about smacking the redhead in the noggin a few times just for the heck of it but held my temper. I ran back to the cemetary and up to Ann, she was standing, glassy eyed just staring.

Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 10:28 AM
Jack has been knocked to the ground, with what appears to be a stake!!!????

I turn round and look, our gun weilding freind is loading another.....
This does not concern you!!!!! I say

He laughs and takes aim....

The crossbow being made of wood instantly burst into flames and is dropped to the ground....

I see Isabelle has found Anne...

Do not be hasty m'dear.... remember the consequences of your actions

In the distance I see the flower shirt man running towards Isabeele with a.... Rapier???

He is nearing the edge of the tree line.... I call to the shide to protect Isabelle ... several small gleaming lights dart from the wood...they seem to be collecting around the man with the flowered shirt.. darting and swooping.... distracting from Isabelle...

I get to my feet, and run towards jack ... I raise my hood and throw my cloak over top of him...
It appears as if both of us have vanished into thin air..


Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 10:37 AM
I grabbed Ann by both of her delectable shoulders and shook her, but there was no response. What had happened? I didn't want to shout, I was afraid of attracting the attention of the two locked in combat, but I looked her square in the eyes then softly spoke her name. "Ann, come on, we're getting out of here." She was still unresponsive, so I did the only logical thing, I slapped her in the face and saw her eyes start to focus.

"Ann, come on, let's get out of here." She looked a little more alert, but this was taking far too much time, I picked her up and put her over my shoulder. We took off for the road. I had no desire to set foot in that castle again. She wasn't as light as she looked, but her warm body felt good over my shoulder and she was making soft noises. I was sorry I had slapped her, but I wasn't in any mood to try and gently wake her up.

Little light things were dancing all over the place, they had come out when I had passed the redhead, but they didn't bother me much.

I had been the object of some serious Santeria in the past, never did have much affect on me. I was busy with a few Hail Marys, and we were now nearing the road.

Posted by: RavenWing 14-Jul-2003, 10:43 AM
Aaaah, the sidhe. It is like a breath of fresh air when they are near. That was unnecessary, though. Zeb doesn't need to worry about me. He should keep his mind on his task. Now to take care of the smelly fellow.

She turns around to face the flowered shirt fellow and extende her arm with her palm out and yells stop! He is suddenly trapped in air as well and looking pissed off as well.

Both of you listen to me good. You are meddling with things that are not to be meddled with. See what you caused? She gestures around with her hand, and both of her captives look as if they are flinching. Well, as much as one can flinch when one is as stiff as a board. Oh, don't worry. I will not harm you. That is not my way. Unlike some other people here. She looks at Anne. But don't you think that I haven't forgotten what you have done to me. I will get my revenge. In fact I will get it right now.

One eyebrow arches as Anne yells out from what feels like a paddle being whacked to her bottom, and Isabelle smiles.

Posted by: free2Bme 14-Jul-2003, 10:45 AM
I am aware of a terrible stinging sensation to my face, and of the bumping up and down jerking motion, like I am being carried along. OOOOOh my head.... my stomache ....what happened... whats going on?

Where am I? I can hear someone mumbling Hail Mary's...I remember that prayer from the rosary my grandmother taught me as a child....Hail Mary full of grace..I begin to mumble the prayer too, softly at first, then louder and stronger... Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus...its been so long, I have forgotten most of the words...

Wait a minute! Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I on the handsome man in the Hawaiian Shirt's shoulder?

How did I get out here in a thunderstorm?

Where are my birdie pies that I ordered?

Where's the pub?

Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 10:50 AM
Suddenly we were face to face with the redheaded witch, her face contorted and words spilling from her mouth. She seemed to think she had some sort of control over us, silly of her.

We continued to the road, I turned and saw her apparently talking to the air. It figured, she now looked a lot like old dirty Maria when she came around on Sunday mornings begging food. These witches were strange, they think they are controlling things and all they are doing are playing mental exercises in their own minds.

Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 11:18 AM
Under cover of the cloak

Jack if i were out to cause you harm old freind would I be trying to save you????

He shook his head in agreement... Then said end my suffering.... I can not stand this curse that was cast upon me... I want to go on... I do not belong here....

Zeb realizing what he must do uncovers the cloak... he stands closes his eyes and chants a spell to bring Jack to peace...at rest.... Jack lays there below he looks over and sees Isabelle... Looking as she did all those years ago....

He grabs hold of the sword that was in hand before he had been staked and thrust it into Zebs stomache YOU DECIETFUL BASTARD!!!!!!

Zeb falls to the ground by the unexpected blow....


Posted by: pawnman 14-Jul-2003, 11:49 AM
I grit my teeth. I never much cared for that would-be Merlin, but he didn't deserve to die. I leap from my hiding place, gun in hand. I empty the clip left handed while trying to steady the crossbow. I fire the bolt at point blank range, then drop the gun and the crossbow. I tackle the vampire and reach for another stake. "Just you and me now, Jackal. It's time to pay for all that innocent blood you've spilled in the last decade."

Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 12:12 PM
I was bookin' buddy, we slid down into the road, wet, muddy and alive. This babe was looking like she was just about recovered from that spell business. I wanted to get some distance between me and all that wacky bunch that was back in the cemetary. I hadn't had much interest in any of that stuff anyway, I was more interested in checking out what flavors this sex goddess came in. We started walking down the road.

Posted by: barddas 14-Jul-2003, 12:59 PM
The ring of fire that surrounded Zeb and Jack disappears. Zeb lay wounded on the ground trying to push himself up. The kilted man is standing next to Jack utters some curse words and takes aim.

Zeb, weary tries to remove the blade from his side. Once pulled from his body he lets out with a booming cry. It seemed to rattle the trees... As he attempts to rise he looks and sees Isabelle......

Posted by: RavenWing 14-Jul-2003, 01:06 PM
QUOTE (barddas @ Jul 14 2003, 07:59 PM)
The ring of fire that surrounded Zeb and Jack disappears. Zeb lay wounded on the ground trying to push himself up. The kilted man is standing next to Jack utters some curse words and takes aim.

Zeb, weary tries to remove the blade from his side. Once pulled from his body he lets out with a booming cry. It seemed to rattle the trees... As he attempts to rise he looks and sees Isabelle......

Isabelle screams and rushes to Zeb's side. She then takes what is leftof his walking staff, scribes a circle and they vanish. They then reappear in the realm of the Faerie.

Posted by: Herrerano 14-Jul-2003, 01:33 PM
We had walked just a short distance when a miracle occurred. Out of nowhere there appeared a taxi. I waved at him and the second miraculous event took place, he stopped. We got in and I gave directions for my hotel, it was still several hours until daylight, and I wanted to get away from here and to somewhere I felt a little safer. Ann was looking very confused, but still hadn't really said too much. I was thinking over what had taken place back there, and would have to remember to ask Ann a little more about what happened with those witches. Cripes! That one redhead was as fruity as could be, I had expected to see Peter Pan pop out some where when all the Tinker Bells showed up.

We got to the hotel and I paid the taxi driver. When we entered, the clerk was asleep. I sent Ann a short ways up the stairs before I awoke him to ask for my key. He looked at me like he had seen a clown walk in. I must have looked strange, wet and muddy. But I didn't want to advertise the fact that Ann was with me. We went on up to the room.

I dug out a sweat suit I had brought and though it would be way to large for her, it would at least be something until I could get out in the morning and find her more clothes. "Ann, why don't you clean up and put these on for now, I'll go out when it's light and find some clothes for you." I spoke softly, she looked pretty rough and definitly needed the shower, she smelled like a pig sty. She must have stepped in something in the run from the cemetary.

Posted by: MDF3530 14-Jul-2003, 02:09 PM
Meanwhile, behind a nearby large tombstone, Mike thought, Damn! There's too much confusion going on for me to get a clear shot! I'd better get back to the castle and do some more recon as a party guest.

With that, he unloaded, disassembled and packed up his rifle and began to head back to the castle.

Posted by: Shadows 14-Jul-2003, 02:21 PM
"... Grady McEwen walks up to the gate of the castle, unsure of why his family asked him to come here.."

" what the bloody blazes of hell am I doin here he thinks to himself"
He eyes the massive door and knocks...

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