Disclaimer: Not mine, btw. Oops, forgot to mention that earlier. (Yeah I
know, like anyone cares right?)
Author's notes: Thanks to those who take the time to review. Your comments help inspire authors (not just me) to keep working at what is pretty hard to fit into their daily schedule. If there are no reviews, I know I tend to think no one is reading it anyway, and just let it sit on the back burner. If you really like something, say so. If you don't? Well say that too, but don't forget to say why it didn't work for you. Otherwise, the poor schmuck is going to keep writing the stuff that pissed you off and never improve. *clambers down off soap box* And now, on with the story.
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The church basement wasn't used for much, just the occasional fundraiser or ice cream social. Sara wasn't sure if the cobwebs were props or a natural occurrence, and she wasn't going to get close enough to find out. The obligatory paper skeletons were on the walls and jack-o-lanterns decorated the DJ booth and the buffet.
It was cool, but warmer than the wind had been from the back of her Buell. Sara shrugged out of her coat but left the pants that she had pulled on over her costume. It wasn't that warm. She would take them off once people started arriving.
"How's tricks?" Sara asked as she joined Lee, who was placing snacks on a table in the back of the room.
"Tricks are fine, it's the treats you've got to watch for. I always end up on a diet after Halloween." Lee grinned as she took a bite out of a sugar cookie with orange frosting.
"Amen. So, what do you want me to do?" Sara asked as she dunked a gingersnap into the pumpkin dip.
"The punch is still in the fridge. Could you pour it into the bowl and add a little Vodka? Just enough to be tasted, that way whoever is always spiking it won't. Last year I couldn't feel my face by the end of the party." Lee smacked Sara's hand as she reached for another gingersnap.
"Yes mistress. Igor will stir the punch. Igor is a good slave," Sara muttered as she shuffled toward the door to the kitchen, although she wasn't offended in the least.
Lee giggled behind her at the salvo. She knew she was bossy, but it was the only way to get anything done with a teenager, a small child, and a husband underfoot. Thank God that right now she only had the teenager to deal with. Danny was still at the house getting his costume together while waiting on the babysitter to arrive.
For a time the three worked in companionable silence, the Doctor Demento Halloween CD playing in the background. At seven fifteen the guests started to arrive. Sara slipped back into the kitchen to put her pants with her jacket. She also needed to put the headband thingie on. A quick search of her pockets told Sara that she had lost it on the way over somewhere.
Sara was about to shrug it off when she had a thought. She looked at the bracelet on her wrist. "Hey you, make yourself useful."
The stone whirled and pulsed sulkily, but came free of Sara's wrist. The Witchblade lengthened and thickened, becoming an open circlet with the jewel in the center. Feeling a little smug over the gauntlet's obedience, Sara put it on. She never once considered what might happen with the red stone over the chakra point often referred to as the 'third eye'.
Author's notes: Thanks to those who take the time to review. Your comments help inspire authors (not just me) to keep working at what is pretty hard to fit into their daily schedule. If there are no reviews, I know I tend to think no one is reading it anyway, and just let it sit on the back burner. If you really like something, say so. If you don't? Well say that too, but don't forget to say why it didn't work for you. Otherwise, the poor schmuck is going to keep writing the stuff that pissed you off and never improve. *clambers down off soap box* And now, on with the story.
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The church basement wasn't used for much, just the occasional fundraiser or ice cream social. Sara wasn't sure if the cobwebs were props or a natural occurrence, and she wasn't going to get close enough to find out. The obligatory paper skeletons were on the walls and jack-o-lanterns decorated the DJ booth and the buffet.
It was cool, but warmer than the wind had been from the back of her Buell. Sara shrugged out of her coat but left the pants that she had pulled on over her costume. It wasn't that warm. She would take them off once people started arriving.
"How's tricks?" Sara asked as she joined Lee, who was placing snacks on a table in the back of the room.
"Tricks are fine, it's the treats you've got to watch for. I always end up on a diet after Halloween." Lee grinned as she took a bite out of a sugar cookie with orange frosting.
"Amen. So, what do you want me to do?" Sara asked as she dunked a gingersnap into the pumpkin dip.
"The punch is still in the fridge. Could you pour it into the bowl and add a little Vodka? Just enough to be tasted, that way whoever is always spiking it won't. Last year I couldn't feel my face by the end of the party." Lee smacked Sara's hand as she reached for another gingersnap.
"Yes mistress. Igor will stir the punch. Igor is a good slave," Sara muttered as she shuffled toward the door to the kitchen, although she wasn't offended in the least.
Lee giggled behind her at the salvo. She knew she was bossy, but it was the only way to get anything done with a teenager, a small child, and a husband underfoot. Thank God that right now she only had the teenager to deal with. Danny was still at the house getting his costume together while waiting on the babysitter to arrive.
For a time the three worked in companionable silence, the Doctor Demento Halloween CD playing in the background. At seven fifteen the guests started to arrive. Sara slipped back into the kitchen to put her pants with her jacket. She also needed to put the headband thingie on. A quick search of her pockets told Sara that she had lost it on the way over somewhere.
Sara was about to shrug it off when she had a thought. She looked at the bracelet on her wrist. "Hey you, make yourself useful."
The stone whirled and pulsed sulkily, but came free of Sara's wrist. The Witchblade lengthened and thickened, becoming an open circlet with the jewel in the center. Feeling a little smug over the gauntlet's obedience, Sara put it on. She never once considered what might happen with the red stone over the chakra point often referred to as the 'third eye'.