"Oh...my...GOD."
Kou immediately woke up at these uttered words. They sounded
like
shouts. A side-effect of being a chalice...?
He looked up best he could without disturbing Llewellyn to see
a
open-mouthed Dominique standing the doorway of his bedroom.
"Oh...my...GOD!!"
"Dominique, I swear, it's NOT what it looks like!"
Dominique suddenly looked severely disappointed. "Are you sure?
I
wanted some filthy story of orgasmic bliss."
Kou supressed a laugh. "...'Orgassmic bliss'? Dominique, what
trashy
romance novel have you gotten your nose in this week? But sorry to
crush your
dream, but no, we didn't have sex."
"So no orgasmic bliss?"
Kou smiled slyly. He knew he could be honest with this girl.
"Well, I didn't
say that..."
"Damn right you didn't," Llewellyn murmered, eyes still closed
and arms
still around Kou, "You're friend here is a total groaner."
"Llewellyn!!"
Dominique squealed, jumping up and down, "I knew it! I knew it!
If Kou
wasn't a screamer, then he had to be a groaner!"
"Dominique!!"
Llewellyn got up, bringing Kou with him. He freed one hand and
extended
it to the girl before him. "Hello, I'm Llewellyn, hopefully Kou's boyfriend."
Kou muttered, "Trust me, after last night, there's no way in
hell you're
getting away."
Dominique giggled and introduced herself, shaking his hand. "So,
may I ask
what happened last night?" she said witha sly grin.
The two looked at one another, suddenly a bit frightened. What
the hell
were they going to tell her?
She was growing impatient. "Come ON, guys, are you springing
off of him
or what?!"
THAT got their attentions. Both their heads swivelled around
to gape at her.
"Wh...what did you just say?" Kou managed to stammer.
She threw her head back and laughed. "Silly boys! I thought for
sure you'd
know, Llewellyn! Thought Cimbre would've told you. Duh! I'm an Emtorralle!"
Llewellyn furrowed his brow. "No way, you're way too cute to
be an
Emtorralle."
"Flatterer!" she said with a flick of her wrist, "But really,
how can you
Crimromcers expects us to not stereotype you as a bunch of fairies
if you act like all
Emtorralles are decrepid, emactiated old shits. We're not all old-lookin'.
Hell, you
know how old I am?"
"Dominique, what are you talking about, you're fifteen," Kou
said.
"Sorry I had to lie to a fellow vamp, sweetheart, but I'm pushing
one-thirty."
"What?!" Kou yelped.
"Really?" Llewellyn said quizically.
"Yep. Stopped getting my period a long time ago, that's for sure,"
she
laughed, "Really, Kou, why didn't you tell me you were a Crimromcer?"
"A what?"
"It's a...well, I guess a breed of vampires. There are I think...ten?"
He looked
questioningly at Dominque, who said "eight", "eight different breeds,
all diverse.
And your friend thinks she can trick us into thinking she's actually
Emtorralle, as if."
"Oh, come ON," Domonique huffed tossing her head back as she
sat on the
bed, "when I was taken I took a crone's advice and swallowed a pelican
feather."
"That actually works?" Llewellyn said. The two had an air of
middle-aged
women trading beauty secrets, Kou smirked to himself.
"Do you see a decrepid emaciated old hag before you? I think
not,"
Domonique said proudly, nodding sharply to ennunciate 'not'.
"Okay, ladies, can you explain the, urm, 'breeds' to me?" Kou
asked.
"Oh, sorry, sweetheart," Llewellyn said, putting an arm around
Kou's
shoulders. "Well, you and I are Crimromcers, Cimber too. We're artistic,
romantics,
decendants of the goths..."
"Airy-fairy fags," Domonique said with a grin. Llewellyn gave
her an
absolutely staggering look, and she defended, "Hey! I told you not
to catalogue
Emtorralles if you don't want the same for yourself!"
"ANYway," Llewellyn said, still glaring at the girl, "Emtorralles
are cranky
old birds, always decayed, deteriorated..."
"HEY!" Domonique snapped angrily.
"So what's Dolkahn?" Kou said, trying to deter from an argument.
"He's a Passmin. The Passminie are very strong, all drool-worthy
like
Dolkahn," Llewellyn said. At Kou's hurt look he covered, "but I much
prefer you to
any Passmin out there. They always have perfectly toned bodies like
chiseled rock. I
remember I almost thought you were of the Passminie once." He snuggled
close to
his lover and said, "But you're too beautiful and thoughtful." At a
loud *ahem* from
Domonique, he continued, "Not like the Passminie are idiots or anything,
it's just
Crimromcers are just more of..."
"...airy-fairy fags," Domonique finished with a smile. It faded
and she yelled, "Hey,
don't call me a crotchety old bat, you little...!!"
