I'm enjoying the reviews (that's about 3 per chapter, yay!). Oh, I wonder
what will happen next?………. Oh wait, I'm writing this ain't I? Woops, *ahem*
Of course I know what happens next. (DOH! Should have planned!).
Here's chapter 5
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"Shit."
Virgil quickly put the book back the way it was and ran out the room franticly, almost tripping. He bolted up the steps almost forgetting to put the wine and whiskey back where it was. After making sure the bookcase was the way it was meant to be, he went upstairs to his room.
He closed the door and locked it.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He just sat there on his bed rocking back and forth with his chin on his knees. After a few minutes he calmed down a bit. He didn't FEEL any different. He looked at his hands again, then in the mirror. Still nothing had changed, and he calmed down a bit more. He looked at the clock, only 7pm. He let out a big sigh and lied down on the bed. He drifted off to sleep, tired from the ordeal.
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Virgil awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. He got up, feeling drowsy, it was 10.00pm. He picked up the phone.
"…..Hello?"
"Virgil! Jesus, you sound like shit!"
"Thank you very much, it's nice to know that you care Nicole." He replied sarcastically.
"Oh, sorry. Had a bad day?"
"More than you could believe."
"Ohhh mysterious!"
"Is there a reason you phoned?"
"Well its nice to talk to you too, Virgil"
"OK, I'm sorry. Err, is there a polite way to say 'what do you want?'"
"No. You've annoyed me now. There IS a way to make it up to me though."
Virgil sighed. "What is it?"
"Meet me down at Club-Tipp. We have a party going for you here! You see, we all heard that you were all alone, so we decided to throw you a big party! Only about 2 hours left of your birthday, and I got all the ladies here wanting to meet you."
"…I don't know…."
"Oh come on, it's your birthday! Plus it's the summer holidays! Plenty of time to recover."
"But…"
"Now listen Virgil." She said, her tone going VERY serious. "It's your birthday, and all your friends have worked their ASSES off to do this thing. So don't even THINK about not coming."
"Ah, I, *sigh* Fine." There was no winning with her around.
"Great! I'll see ya there in about half an hour then!" her voice going back to being cheery again.
He put the phone down, frustrated. He was still wearing the clothes he had received for his birthday. "At least I don't have to change."
He grabbed his wallet, and went downstairs. "Maybe if I get home before 4am he won't even know I was gone." He thought. He went outside, and locked the door behind him.
The air outside was cold, the sea beat the cliffs below, the waves crashing to their deaths. It was only a 15-minute walk to get into town, and another 15 to get to the club. He walked along the gravel path, it reminded him of another floor he once walked on. Every footstep crunched, reminded him of the basement. Hopefully he would get to drunk to think about it.
He didn't like walking alone at night. Even though it was one of the safest towns to be in, there had already been a couple of stabbings in the past year. He wished that he'd asked for someone to meet him halfway, or to walk with him. But as soon as he got into the lighted area he felt safe. The club was just up ahead.
The thumping of the music could be heard coming from the inside. He could see the lights inside shining out. He opened the door and stepped inside.
The loud music almost knocked him over as he went inside. The bar was misty and stank of smoke. He looked over in the direction of the bar, he could see Nicole and a couple of other friends standing around. He walked up to them.
Nicole turned around as he came up to them. "HIYA!" she went up to him and squeezed him tight "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
"Thanks Nicole. Err, Nicole, I need to breathe Could you let go now?"
"Well, no birthday kiss for YOU then."
"Whatever."
He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. Once again, they didn't ID him. "This bar is great." He waved to the two who were sitting with Nicole.
"Hi Joe. Paul." They barely acknowledged him. They were already drunk. "Figures."
"So, Nicole, where are all these ladies you promised me?"
"There aren't any."
"What?"
"You took too long."
"There were never any to begin with, were there?"
"No, but if there were, you probably would have scared them away with your hairstyle, if not your bad manners"
"So, I had a bad hair day. That's what you get if you have been sleeping during the day."
"That's not what I'm talking about, and you're a bad liar."
"Huh?"
"The dye. You look like you have tried to dye your hair, then tried to wash it out with bleach!… Did you?"
"Did I...? What are you talking about?"
She opened up her purse and took out a small cosmetics mirror.
"Here, take a look."
Virgil picked up the mirror and looked at himself. The roots of his hair were turning grey.
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BUM, BUM, BUUUUUUUMMMM! I sure know how to do these cliffhangers, don't I?
*cackles* give me reviews, or I will never write another chapter and you will all go mad! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!
Oh, um, it's the coffee. Yeah, the coffee. Reviews please?
Here's chapter 5
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"Shit."
Virgil quickly put the book back the way it was and ran out the room franticly, almost tripping. He bolted up the steps almost forgetting to put the wine and whiskey back where it was. After making sure the bookcase was the way it was meant to be, he went upstairs to his room.
He closed the door and locked it.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He just sat there on his bed rocking back and forth with his chin on his knees. After a few minutes he calmed down a bit. He didn't FEEL any different. He looked at his hands again, then in the mirror. Still nothing had changed, and he calmed down a bit more. He looked at the clock, only 7pm. He let out a big sigh and lied down on the bed. He drifted off to sleep, tired from the ordeal.
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Virgil awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. He got up, feeling drowsy, it was 10.00pm. He picked up the phone.
"…..Hello?"
"Virgil! Jesus, you sound like shit!"
"Thank you very much, it's nice to know that you care Nicole." He replied sarcastically.
"Oh, sorry. Had a bad day?"
"More than you could believe."
"Ohhh mysterious!"
"Is there a reason you phoned?"
"Well its nice to talk to you too, Virgil"
"OK, I'm sorry. Err, is there a polite way to say 'what do you want?'"
"No. You've annoyed me now. There IS a way to make it up to me though."
Virgil sighed. "What is it?"
"Meet me down at Club-Tipp. We have a party going for you here! You see, we all heard that you were all alone, so we decided to throw you a big party! Only about 2 hours left of your birthday, and I got all the ladies here wanting to meet you."
"…I don't know…."
"Oh come on, it's your birthday! Plus it's the summer holidays! Plenty of time to recover."
"But…"
"Now listen Virgil." She said, her tone going VERY serious. "It's your birthday, and all your friends have worked their ASSES off to do this thing. So don't even THINK about not coming."
"Ah, I, *sigh* Fine." There was no winning with her around.
"Great! I'll see ya there in about half an hour then!" her voice going back to being cheery again.
He put the phone down, frustrated. He was still wearing the clothes he had received for his birthday. "At least I don't have to change."
He grabbed his wallet, and went downstairs. "Maybe if I get home before 4am he won't even know I was gone." He thought. He went outside, and locked the door behind him.
The air outside was cold, the sea beat the cliffs below, the waves crashing to their deaths. It was only a 15-minute walk to get into town, and another 15 to get to the club. He walked along the gravel path, it reminded him of another floor he once walked on. Every footstep crunched, reminded him of the basement. Hopefully he would get to drunk to think about it.
He didn't like walking alone at night. Even though it was one of the safest towns to be in, there had already been a couple of stabbings in the past year. He wished that he'd asked for someone to meet him halfway, or to walk with him. But as soon as he got into the lighted area he felt safe. The club was just up ahead.
The thumping of the music could be heard coming from the inside. He could see the lights inside shining out. He opened the door and stepped inside.
The loud music almost knocked him over as he went inside. The bar was misty and stank of smoke. He looked over in the direction of the bar, he could see Nicole and a couple of other friends standing around. He walked up to them.
Nicole turned around as he came up to them. "HIYA!" she went up to him and squeezed him tight "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
"Thanks Nicole. Err, Nicole, I need to breathe Could you let go now?"
"Well, no birthday kiss for YOU then."
"Whatever."
He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. Once again, they didn't ID him. "This bar is great." He waved to the two who were sitting with Nicole.
"Hi Joe. Paul." They barely acknowledged him. They were already drunk. "Figures."
"So, Nicole, where are all these ladies you promised me?"
"There aren't any."
"What?"
"You took too long."
"There were never any to begin with, were there?"
"No, but if there were, you probably would have scared them away with your hairstyle, if not your bad manners"
"So, I had a bad hair day. That's what you get if you have been sleeping during the day."
"That's not what I'm talking about, and you're a bad liar."
"Huh?"
"The dye. You look like you have tried to dye your hair, then tried to wash it out with bleach!… Did you?"
"Did I...? What are you talking about?"
She opened up her purse and took out a small cosmetics mirror.
"Here, take a look."
Virgil picked up the mirror and looked at himself. The roots of his hair were turning grey.
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BUM, BUM, BUUUUUUUMMMM! I sure know how to do these cliffhangers, don't I?
*cackles* give me reviews, or I will never write another chapter and you will all go mad! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!
Oh, um, it's the coffee. Yeah, the coffee. Reviews please?