(A/N - I wrote this next chapter as quick as I could for everyone. Sorry
about the cliffhanger ending, but I like to keep things interesting. Hope
you like this chapter and keep those reviews coming, I love you all :
~LoKi)
Lock's heart thundered within his chest and his groin ached inside his now tight jeans. Shock's lips blossomed open and took his bottom lip in her mouth sucking on it slowly.
"My, my...whatever have we here? Lock? Shock?"
They broke away from each other and blushed eleven kinds of red. Barrel and a tall, white haired angel stood behind them. Barrels arms were crossed and a smile was tugging at the side of his lips. The angel had an equally wide grin spread across his face and was tapping his foot lightly.
"U-um...um...we were looking for you!" Lock stammered, fidgeting with embarrassment. Shock, who was suddenly very interested with the floor tiles, nodded quickly.
"Yeah...where did you disappear to?"
"I went to find Cupid.and I did." Barrel gestured at the angel with his thumb. Lock and Shock had never really seen Cupid, and they thought he was the strangest looking person they had ever seen
Cupid was tall, fair skinned, and slender with brilliant white wings springing out of his back and a golden quiver filled with silver arrows was slung over his shoulder. His hair was long and white and a few golden feathers were weaved through the shimmering locks. It was the way he was dressed that was so odd. He wore white, thigh-high stiletto boots, red vinyl short-shorts, and a matching red and white corset. A black collar was secured around his neck and white satin gloves reached up past his elbows. His lips were bright red and dark purple eye shadow was painted on his eyelids. His cheeks had a slight hint of blush and he smelled of roses.
(A/N - Cupid, boys and girls, is indeed a transvestite.)
When he spoke, his voice was deep and silky, like crushed velvet.
"Barrel here tells me that Skeleton Jackie sent me a letter. Something about a heart and an anniversary? It must be rather important if he sent you three all the way from Hallowe'en Town."
"Cupid isn't even mad at us for the arrow thing, isn't that right." Barrel added. Cupid nodded.
"I've had a few chit-chats with that charming king of yours, he really is quite the scream, and he told me all about you three." He paused and cast a look down at Lock and Shock. "Though it's apparently clear to me that he left out quite a few details." The angel laughed to himself and nudged Barrel with his elbow. "In any case, no harm done. It's good to keep things interesting. Things were getting a little too simple around here, and that little stunt you three pulled gave me something to do for the time being. In any case, I'm rambling on and on now, aren't I? Why don't you three follow me to my palace and we'll get you and Jackie all fixed up, hm?"
Silently, Lock and Shock followed Barrel and Cupid through a back door and out of the club. Back inside, the two caged angels exchanged frustrated looks and snapped their fingers in despair. It was about this time that they noticed the black picnic basket Shock had forgotten by the door. Snapping their fingers the cage opened and they fluttered to the ground to take a closer look. One angel gingerly lifted the edge of the lid and peeked inside.
Cupid, and the three teens were already well on their way to the palace and didn't hear the dance hall erupt into screams as bats and other surprises escaped Shock's basket and attacked the unsuspecting angels who fled from the building and into the neon streets.
After a not to short wait in the giant shimmering front hall of Cupids Palace, the King returned with a large red box and a note attached.
"This is what Jackie was asking for in his letter to me, I'm almost sure." Cupid called handing the box to Barrel. "I think a strong sturdy boy like yourself can handle it, hm?"
Barrel nodded it and examined the heavy package in his arms.
"Don't even think about opening it. I put a little spell on the box so if anyone other than Jackie himself opens the box they'll fall into a deep sleep and never wake up." The angel King shrugged. "Oops. Can't have you three little demons ruining all the fun before it's time now can we?"
"Shut it, he-she. We're not about to ruin Jack's wedding anniversary." Shock shot back. Cupid laughed and lifted her chin to look at him.
"You're a feisty one. I can see why Red over there wants you so bad. But I'm afraid your poison words don't work on me sweet thing, I'm the King of love, remember."
Lock reddened. "It's not what you think." He muttered. Shock shook her head out of Cupid's grasp.
"Whatever." She mumbled fixing her hat and dusting her pants off.
"Well, as much as I would absolutely LOVE to chat some more with you little cherubs, I have a kingdom to run and you have a parcel to take to Jackie. Run alone now to Hallowe'en Town and remember what I said - no peeking. Ta- ta. Kiss-kiss." Lock Shock and Barrel exited the palace and made their way quickly back to the hill from whence they came.
"Hey, wait up, you two!" Barrel called trying to keep up with the heavy wooden box. "Do you two want to tell me what he hell was going on in there?"
"Nothing!" The witch and devil answered hastily.
"It didn't look like nothing to me. It looked pretty hot and heavy." Shock turned and grabbed Barrel by the collar in one fluent motion.
"It was nothing, Barrel. You are never to speak of it again. I think one of those winged tramps put a spell on us, or something. That's all. Nothing more, end of story." Shock hissed.
Locks heart fell but he kept his mouth shut. Shock couldn't really mean all that, could she? Lock was sure that there was something more there. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she breathe his name.It couldn't have been just a spell. He cast a glance at Barrel who was trembling in the wake of Shock's fury. Maybe she did mean it. Maybe he was just getting his hopes up.
::Of course you are Lock, you idiot.:: He thought sadly. ::Why would Shock ever feel that way towards someone like you?:: Sighing heavily, Lock turned and headed home. He didn't even care if the others were behind him or not.
Lock's heart thundered within his chest and his groin ached inside his now tight jeans. Shock's lips blossomed open and took his bottom lip in her mouth sucking on it slowly.
"My, my...whatever have we here? Lock? Shock?"
They broke away from each other and blushed eleven kinds of red. Barrel and a tall, white haired angel stood behind them. Barrels arms were crossed and a smile was tugging at the side of his lips. The angel had an equally wide grin spread across his face and was tapping his foot lightly.
"U-um...um...we were looking for you!" Lock stammered, fidgeting with embarrassment. Shock, who was suddenly very interested with the floor tiles, nodded quickly.
"Yeah...where did you disappear to?"
"I went to find Cupid.and I did." Barrel gestured at the angel with his thumb. Lock and Shock had never really seen Cupid, and they thought he was the strangest looking person they had ever seen
Cupid was tall, fair skinned, and slender with brilliant white wings springing out of his back and a golden quiver filled with silver arrows was slung over his shoulder. His hair was long and white and a few golden feathers were weaved through the shimmering locks. It was the way he was dressed that was so odd. He wore white, thigh-high stiletto boots, red vinyl short-shorts, and a matching red and white corset. A black collar was secured around his neck and white satin gloves reached up past his elbows. His lips were bright red and dark purple eye shadow was painted on his eyelids. His cheeks had a slight hint of blush and he smelled of roses.
(A/N - Cupid, boys and girls, is indeed a transvestite.)
When he spoke, his voice was deep and silky, like crushed velvet.
"Barrel here tells me that Skeleton Jackie sent me a letter. Something about a heart and an anniversary? It must be rather important if he sent you three all the way from Hallowe'en Town."
"Cupid isn't even mad at us for the arrow thing, isn't that right." Barrel added. Cupid nodded.
"I've had a few chit-chats with that charming king of yours, he really is quite the scream, and he told me all about you three." He paused and cast a look down at Lock and Shock. "Though it's apparently clear to me that he left out quite a few details." The angel laughed to himself and nudged Barrel with his elbow. "In any case, no harm done. It's good to keep things interesting. Things were getting a little too simple around here, and that little stunt you three pulled gave me something to do for the time being. In any case, I'm rambling on and on now, aren't I? Why don't you three follow me to my palace and we'll get you and Jackie all fixed up, hm?"
Silently, Lock and Shock followed Barrel and Cupid through a back door and out of the club. Back inside, the two caged angels exchanged frustrated looks and snapped their fingers in despair. It was about this time that they noticed the black picnic basket Shock had forgotten by the door. Snapping their fingers the cage opened and they fluttered to the ground to take a closer look. One angel gingerly lifted the edge of the lid and peeked inside.
Cupid, and the three teens were already well on their way to the palace and didn't hear the dance hall erupt into screams as bats and other surprises escaped Shock's basket and attacked the unsuspecting angels who fled from the building and into the neon streets.
After a not to short wait in the giant shimmering front hall of Cupids Palace, the King returned with a large red box and a note attached.
"This is what Jackie was asking for in his letter to me, I'm almost sure." Cupid called handing the box to Barrel. "I think a strong sturdy boy like yourself can handle it, hm?"
Barrel nodded it and examined the heavy package in his arms.
"Don't even think about opening it. I put a little spell on the box so if anyone other than Jackie himself opens the box they'll fall into a deep sleep and never wake up." The angel King shrugged. "Oops. Can't have you three little demons ruining all the fun before it's time now can we?"
"Shut it, he-she. We're not about to ruin Jack's wedding anniversary." Shock shot back. Cupid laughed and lifted her chin to look at him.
"You're a feisty one. I can see why Red over there wants you so bad. But I'm afraid your poison words don't work on me sweet thing, I'm the King of love, remember."
Lock reddened. "It's not what you think." He muttered. Shock shook her head out of Cupid's grasp.
"Whatever." She mumbled fixing her hat and dusting her pants off.
"Well, as much as I would absolutely LOVE to chat some more with you little cherubs, I have a kingdom to run and you have a parcel to take to Jackie. Run alone now to Hallowe'en Town and remember what I said - no peeking. Ta- ta. Kiss-kiss." Lock Shock and Barrel exited the palace and made their way quickly back to the hill from whence they came.
"Hey, wait up, you two!" Barrel called trying to keep up with the heavy wooden box. "Do you two want to tell me what he hell was going on in there?"
"Nothing!" The witch and devil answered hastily.
"It didn't look like nothing to me. It looked pretty hot and heavy." Shock turned and grabbed Barrel by the collar in one fluent motion.
"It was nothing, Barrel. You are never to speak of it again. I think one of those winged tramps put a spell on us, or something. That's all. Nothing more, end of story." Shock hissed.
Locks heart fell but he kept his mouth shut. Shock couldn't really mean all that, could she? Lock was sure that there was something more there. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she breathe his name.It couldn't have been just a spell. He cast a glance at Barrel who was trembling in the wake of Shock's fury. Maybe she did mean it. Maybe he was just getting his hopes up.
::Of course you are Lock, you idiot.:: He thought sadly. ::Why would Shock ever feel that way towards someone like you?:: Sighing heavily, Lock turned and headed home. He didn't even care if the others were behind him or not.