"Room for three please."
"Um..yes ma'am. Do you have a regis-"
"Aburn. AnnaBella Aburn, and Winston Aburn the third. Presidential sweep."
"..yes ma'am. Would you like a mint on your pillow?"
"Of course darling."
"Newspaper?"
"I think Winston would enjoy that."
"All right ma'am, if you will just hand your bags to our bellboy, he'll take them to your room."
"Thank you darling."
Spike smiled and turned away from the main desk and headed to Edward who was decked out in a sailor outfit. She raised an eyebrow at him, with his long purple gown on and made-up face. Spike growled with embarrassment and took a seat beside her by the indoor waterfountain.
"Remind me why you couldn't be the woman?"
"Because Edward is not tall enough," she giggled out as Ein licked her fingers. They both got up and walked to the elevator across the marble floor.
"Going up ma'am?" the guy asked that was by the buttons. Spike nodded, pulling out a fan and hiding part of his face. The bellboy looked at him as the ex gangster fluttered his eyelashes flirtatiously. A faint paleness overcame his face. "Is there something' in you eye ma'am?" he asked nervously.
"Why no, of course not. How sweet of you to ask!" Spike returned, removing the fan and showing off his stubby face. Boy, he needed a shave real bad. Spike patted the boy on the back extremely hard as if to show affection. The boy coughed and jerked forward.
"Your floor ma'am," the bellboy strained out as the doors opened. Ed tried her hardest to hold down her laughter as she got off the elevator and walked down the elaborate decorated hallway. Spike growled once more, wiping his lipstick on his sleeve and pulling off his uncomfortable high heel shoes.
"How SWEET of you to ask," Ed mocked giggling madly, holding her hand out to Spike, who just grinned his teeth together and forced his way through the large cherrywood double doors.
Their room was beautiful. decorated in a soft creme color and gold. Ed ran her fingers over the smooth polished wood and sat down on the 1900th century couch. Two doors where on the left and right wall. Spike grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel's on the small bar and walked through the right door. Edward went through the left with Ein on her heels. She plopped down on her soft bed and fell asleep quickly.
"Ed you have to see the bathrooms," Spike said walking into her room and glancing down on her sleeping form. He let out a small grumble about how she was no fun and sat down on her bed. He sighed gently as he picked up her little sailor hat and tossed it on the dresser. Ein looked at him oddly as he managed to lay her straight on the bed and started to pull her pants off so not to wake her up. He worked silently, he got her shoes off easily and sat them beside her bed. "Com' on Ed," he grunted softly as he raised her limp body up. She mumbled lazily as her head rolled around on her shoulders and Spike started to take her shirt off. He blushed when he caught a glance at her flat chest on accident. He gulped loudly as he quickly put a long night shirt over her. He didn't notice Ed's bright amber eyes watching him as he proceeded to change her clothes. She bit her bottom lip in embarrassment when she saw him blush. Not a lot of people knew how insecure she felt about her body. They didn't think Edward noticed the rest of the girls her age with bra's on and boyfriends and everything else. But she did. Besides, not a lot of people knew Ed was a girl in the first place. She quickly closed her eyes as Spike laid her down on her bed and walked back to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Howdy Folks! The mean old mad Scientist Mag is on the loose again!" the blonde squealed.
"Yup, he is considered highly dangerous and armed. But he has a bounty of 5 hundred Million woolongs on his head!"
"My my that's a lot of dough!"
-Click-
"Sir..umm," the voice was silenced with a wave of a hand. The young man, in his mid 20's bit the side of his cheek as he sat in the dark of his hotel room. He ran a hand through his platuim blonde hair and let his piercing blue eyes fall into his lap.
"When is he coming to pick up his order?" his smooth voice purred throughout the dark room.
"Sir, he's already here," a man answered in a black suit and sunglasses. The young man smiled.
"Send him in." he ordered. The large double cherrywood doors shooshed open to revile a large man, solid with bulky muscles covered with a white suit. The light bounced off his shiny bald head and his dark sunglasses.
"Ah, just on time," the young man said sarcastically. The large man smiled as he entered the dark room.
"Remind me again what this stuff is," the man asked.
"It;s my very on formula of aging liquid. I like to call it Formula A 14."
"Why A 14?"
"Because it took me 14 times to get it right," he chuckled out. The large bulky man didn't laugh though.
"So it makes you grow old?"
"Old or young. Depending on how you use it."
"Explain."
"Of course, you see, if shook and injected into the veins, it makes you grow older. The amount determines how old you'll end up." But, if you mix it with this," he said holding up a tube of neon orange chemicals "and sallow it, it makes you grow young."
"Ha," the man laughed, his muscles tightening inside his suit, threaten to rip the cloth apart. "This could be some prank. How can I trust you? How do I know your not just some fraud?"
"Sir, I'm the one who invited Bloody Eye," the man said with a twinge of irritation. He saw the large man stop laughing and shut up. "And if you need more proof of my genius," the lights clicked on and the young man stood up. He was handsome and tall, with hair that reached his waist in a long braid. He pressed his lips together as one of his servants handed him a capsule of clear liquid. "This is the reverse potion. Takes you back to your original form," he said shortly before swallowing it.
"Oh my..God.." the large man said in disgust as the once beautiful and handsome young man transformed.
"Um..yes ma'am. Do you have a regis-"
"Aburn. AnnaBella Aburn, and Winston Aburn the third. Presidential sweep."
"..yes ma'am. Would you like a mint on your pillow?"
"Of course darling."
"Newspaper?"
"I think Winston would enjoy that."
"All right ma'am, if you will just hand your bags to our bellboy, he'll take them to your room."
"Thank you darling."
Spike smiled and turned away from the main desk and headed to Edward who was decked out in a sailor outfit. She raised an eyebrow at him, with his long purple gown on and made-up face. Spike growled with embarrassment and took a seat beside her by the indoor waterfountain.
"Remind me why you couldn't be the woman?"
"Because Edward is not tall enough," she giggled out as Ein licked her fingers. They both got up and walked to the elevator across the marble floor.
"Going up ma'am?" the guy asked that was by the buttons. Spike nodded, pulling out a fan and hiding part of his face. The bellboy looked at him as the ex gangster fluttered his eyelashes flirtatiously. A faint paleness overcame his face. "Is there something' in you eye ma'am?" he asked nervously.
"Why no, of course not. How sweet of you to ask!" Spike returned, removing the fan and showing off his stubby face. Boy, he needed a shave real bad. Spike patted the boy on the back extremely hard as if to show affection. The boy coughed and jerked forward.
"Your floor ma'am," the bellboy strained out as the doors opened. Ed tried her hardest to hold down her laughter as she got off the elevator and walked down the elaborate decorated hallway. Spike growled once more, wiping his lipstick on his sleeve and pulling off his uncomfortable high heel shoes.
"How SWEET of you to ask," Ed mocked giggling madly, holding her hand out to Spike, who just grinned his teeth together and forced his way through the large cherrywood double doors.
Their room was beautiful. decorated in a soft creme color and gold. Ed ran her fingers over the smooth polished wood and sat down on the 1900th century couch. Two doors where on the left and right wall. Spike grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel's on the small bar and walked through the right door. Edward went through the left with Ein on her heels. She plopped down on her soft bed and fell asleep quickly.
"Ed you have to see the bathrooms," Spike said walking into her room and glancing down on her sleeping form. He let out a small grumble about how she was no fun and sat down on her bed. He sighed gently as he picked up her little sailor hat and tossed it on the dresser. Ein looked at him oddly as he managed to lay her straight on the bed and started to pull her pants off so not to wake her up. He worked silently, he got her shoes off easily and sat them beside her bed. "Com' on Ed," he grunted softly as he raised her limp body up. She mumbled lazily as her head rolled around on her shoulders and Spike started to take her shirt off. He blushed when he caught a glance at her flat chest on accident. He gulped loudly as he quickly put a long night shirt over her. He didn't notice Ed's bright amber eyes watching him as he proceeded to change her clothes. She bit her bottom lip in embarrassment when she saw him blush. Not a lot of people knew how insecure she felt about her body. They didn't think Edward noticed the rest of the girls her age with bra's on and boyfriends and everything else. But she did. Besides, not a lot of people knew Ed was a girl in the first place. She quickly closed her eyes as Spike laid her down on her bed and walked back to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Howdy Folks! The mean old mad Scientist Mag is on the loose again!" the blonde squealed.
"Yup, he is considered highly dangerous and armed. But he has a bounty of 5 hundred Million woolongs on his head!"
"My my that's a lot of dough!"
-Click-
"Sir..umm," the voice was silenced with a wave of a hand. The young man, in his mid 20's bit the side of his cheek as he sat in the dark of his hotel room. He ran a hand through his platuim blonde hair and let his piercing blue eyes fall into his lap.
"When is he coming to pick up his order?" his smooth voice purred throughout the dark room.
"Sir, he's already here," a man answered in a black suit and sunglasses. The young man smiled.
"Send him in." he ordered. The large double cherrywood doors shooshed open to revile a large man, solid with bulky muscles covered with a white suit. The light bounced off his shiny bald head and his dark sunglasses.
"Ah, just on time," the young man said sarcastically. The large man smiled as he entered the dark room.
"Remind me again what this stuff is," the man asked.
"It;s my very on formula of aging liquid. I like to call it Formula A 14."
"Why A 14?"
"Because it took me 14 times to get it right," he chuckled out. The large bulky man didn't laugh though.
"So it makes you grow old?"
"Old or young. Depending on how you use it."
"Explain."
"Of course, you see, if shook and injected into the veins, it makes you grow older. The amount determines how old you'll end up." But, if you mix it with this," he said holding up a tube of neon orange chemicals "and sallow it, it makes you grow young."
"Ha," the man laughed, his muscles tightening inside his suit, threaten to rip the cloth apart. "This could be some prank. How can I trust you? How do I know your not just some fraud?"
"Sir, I'm the one who invited Bloody Eye," the man said with a twinge of irritation. He saw the large man stop laughing and shut up. "And if you need more proof of my genius," the lights clicked on and the young man stood up. He was handsome and tall, with hair that reached his waist in a long braid. He pressed his lips together as one of his servants handed him a capsule of clear liquid. "This is the reverse potion. Takes you back to your original form," he said shortly before swallowing it.
"Oh my..God.." the large man said in disgust as the once beautiful and handsome young man transformed.
