Slayers
The Wedding Of Miss Lulu
By ZelgadisGreywood@chez-vrolet.net
Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers.
I couldn't afford Lina.
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-Chapter 2-
The golden rays of the morning sun shone through the window and awakened the stone-skinned chimera who slept between the silk sheets and velvet covers dressed in a satin nightgown.
After yawning and giving the sun an impolite gesture for waking him so early, Zelgadis rolled over onto his other side, and let out a soft groan as he felt the aftereffects of the sleeping drug that had been used in his 'rescue'.
"Wha...?" he sat up, noticing the feel of the unfamiliar clothes. Someone had stripped him, bathed him, and put him into this bed in this nightgown. He felt a sense of anger and embarrassment toward whomever his captor might be.
"Good morning, my darling bride," the man who had carried Zelgadis off the night before told the irritated chimera.
"Bride?" Zelgadis blinked. "Are you mad?! I'm not even a woman!"
"You don't have to be," the man, who still hadn't given his name, told Zelgadis. "You are the most beautiful chimera in the world. That's all that matters to me. You see, I find chimeras fascinating and wonderful and I always promised myself I would marry one some day. Well, that day is today."
Zelgadis leapt to his feet, ignoring the dress for the moment, and tried to aim a fireball at the man.
"Oh, sorry," the man smiled. "Since I work with dangerous creatures, I've put an anti-magic field around my home."
Zelgadis considered his situation. This man knew at least a few things about chimeras. Perhaps he had done enough research to know a cure? He could search the man's house for it. But he'd have to do his best to avoid marrying the chimera-obsessed man.
An old woman, clearly the man's mother, walked in.
~Good,~ Zelgadis thought. ~she'll see what I am and try to talk some sense into him.~
"What a pretty chimera he is," the old woman smiled.
Zelgadis's hopes and face fell.
"He looks sad," the old woman observed.
"My bride is nervous about our wedding night," the man told her sympathetically.
"Here," she said, dismissing her son, "Let me talk to him. I can reassure him."
Zelgadis was beginning to think that staying to find a cure would not be such a good idea. These people were psychotic! He had to get the hell out of there, and fast.
Alone with Zelgadis, the old woman put a hand on the chimera's stone face.
"Now, dear, you've nothing to be afraid of," she told him.
"I don't want to marry your son," Zelgadis told her.
"Don't worry," the old lady told him. "My son will be gentle. He's always very gentle."
~Always?~ Zelgadis was disturbed by this declaration. It certainly wasn't soothing to know that this creep had taken other Chimeras, probably against their will. Who the hell was this freak, anyhow?
"Are you listening to me?!" Zelgadis shouted. "I said I don't want to marry your son!"
"Oh dear," the woman asked, "are you a virgin? I should tell my son to be more tender than usual. I'm afraid there will be some pain, since we have no balms or lubricants with which to soothe you. But we'll do all we can to keep you comfortable."
"Woman," Zelgadis growled, "for crying out loud, I do *not* want to marry your son. Don't you get it? Don't you understand that what your son is doing is wrong? Can't you get that through that thick skull of yours?"
"You rest now," the woman said, getting up and crossing to the door. "you've got a busy night ahead of you."
The old woman slipped through the door and locked it.
Zelgadis sat there on the bed. "So much for reasoning with her." he sighed.
(tbc...)
The golden rays of the morning sun shone through the window and awakened the stone-skinned chimera who slept between the silk sheets and velvet covers dressed in a satin nightgown.
After yawning and giving the sun an impolite gesture for waking him so early, Zelgadis rolled over onto his other side, and let out a soft groan as he felt the aftereffects of the sleeping drug that had been used in his 'rescue'.
"Wha...?" he sat up, noticing the feel of the unfamiliar clothes. Someone had stripped him, bathed him, and put him into this bed in this nightgown. He felt a sense of anger and embarrassment toward whomever his captor might be.
"Good morning, my darling bride," the man who had carried Zelgadis off the night before told the irritated chimera.
"Bride?" Zelgadis blinked. "Are you mad?! I'm not even a woman!"
"You don't have to be," the man, who still hadn't given his name, told Zelgadis. "You are the most beautiful chimera in the world. That's all that matters to me. You see, I find chimeras fascinating and wonderful and I always promised myself I would marry one some day. Well, that day is today."
Zelgadis leapt to his feet, ignoring the dress for the moment, and tried to aim a fireball at the man.
"Oh, sorry," the man smiled. "Since I work with dangerous creatures, I've put an anti-magic field around my home."
Zelgadis considered his situation. This man knew at least a few things about chimeras. Perhaps he had done enough research to know a cure? He could search the man's house for it. But he'd have to do his best to avoid marrying the chimera-obsessed man.
An old woman, clearly the man's mother, walked in.
~Good,~ Zelgadis thought. ~she'll see what I am and try to talk some sense into him.~
"What a pretty chimera he is," the old woman smiled.
Zelgadis's hopes and face fell.
"He looks sad," the old woman observed.
"My bride is nervous about our wedding night," the man told her sympathetically.
"Here," she said, dismissing her son, "Let me talk to him. I can reassure him."
Zelgadis was beginning to think that staying to find a cure would not be such a good idea. These people were psychotic! He had to get the hell out of there, and fast.
Alone with Zelgadis, the old woman put a hand on the chimera's stone face.
"Now, dear, you've nothing to be afraid of," she told him.
"I don't want to marry your son," Zelgadis told her.
"Don't worry," the old lady told him. "My son will be gentle. He's always very gentle."
~Always?~ Zelgadis was disturbed by this declaration. It certainly wasn't soothing to know that this creep had taken other Chimeras, probably against their will. Who the hell was this freak, anyhow?
"Are you listening to me?!" Zelgadis shouted. "I said I don't want to marry your son!"
"Oh dear," the woman asked, "are you a virgin? I should tell my son to be more tender than usual. I'm afraid there will be some pain, since we have no balms or lubricants with which to soothe you. But we'll do all we can to keep you comfortable."
"Woman," Zelgadis growled, "for crying out loud, I do *not* want to marry your son. Don't you get it? Don't you understand that what your son is doing is wrong? Can't you get that through that thick skull of yours?"
"You rest now," the woman said, getting up and crossing to the door. "you've got a busy night ahead of you."
The old woman slipped through the door and locked it.
Zelgadis sat there on the bed. "So much for reasoning with her." he sighed.
(tbc...)