AN: Something my dear friend has done might make the rest of this story
slightly more difficult to write, but it may be infinitely for interesting
for you to read. Yay, thanks again to my two favorite reviewers, your
reviews are the shining light of my life. SOOOOOO.....Chapter eight!
Eight is my favorite number by the way. Just in case you were wondering.
So *trumpet sounds*
CHARGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..................................................
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Nicole sat up quickly on the bed when she saw who her master was. Jaimie stood up as well. To Nicole's agitation, she was smiling.
"Who are you?" Jaimie asked. The tall man looked down at her and grunted.
"I am your lord and master. You can Call me Ping-Pong, I will tell you now that I expect both of you to be.......good little girls. If you are anything but.....how shall I say this?...You will suffer me, and my displeasure. And when I am displeased, rest assured that you will suffer greatly." He spoke in a very low voice that was extremely intimidating. Nicole shot glances at Jaimie to see what she made of that particular statement. Jaimie was still smiling. 'Dear God!' Nicole thought in disgust. "Come!" Ping-Pong ordered while ripping off one of his dreadlocks and putting it in his mouth.(don't ask). Nicole was very glum as she dragged her feet out of the room and down the stairs. She didn't even have her strawberry kiwi newtons to comfort her. 'Damn,' she thought. 'This is gonna be one long life.'
Ping-Pong's car was one that had probably never passed an inspection in its life. It was painted about twenty different colors and the seatbelts and rearview mirror were missing. Even Jaimie, who drove one of the most....reluctant cars in the world looked at this vehicle like its parts belonged in an alluminum can. Nicole was just extremely distressed. 'God only knows what nasty things he's got growing in there!' her mind screamed. Ping-Pong opened the back door.
"In," he demanded while giving Jaimie a rather piercing look. Nicole scurried to obey. When she was gingerly sitting on the wet-from-something- nasty seat, she fingered the chain on her pants lovingly. 'I won't be like this long,' she thought while glaring at her captor.
Jaimie didn't enjoy sitting in the nasty car much either. It had a strong smell of beer and a poorly made fish sandwich. Thinking of fish made Jsimie think of something she had learned on the discovery channel about trout. They went upstream to lay eggs and mate or whatever. And then her mind inevitably fell on the subject that it rarely ever left....mating. Her eyes moved instinctively to her new owner, and she wondered just what he had bought them for. Her mind wandered over several possibilities, and she had to admit that some were not all that unappealing.
Ping-Pong turned onto a poorly paved road on which there were absolutely no buildings. Except one. Jaimie's heart sank like a stone when she saw it, and even more when Ping-Pong stopped on the side of the road in front of it. This....structure was something like three miserable little shacks all fused together with wood glue. The "yard" was littered with empty cans, and a well used dart board was nailed to the front door. Three rusty darts stuck from the faded red bull's eye. The wood was soggy and dark brown., and several glass bottles lay in the ashes of a burnt out bonfire off to the side.
"It's not all that great," he said almost apologetically. "But with your help, we'll make it better." Jaimie looked at him in amazement. That's all he wanted them to do? Restore a crappy house back to its former glory? If it ever had any glory to begin with. "Well, Miss Jaimie, I imagine you're a bit chilly," Jaimie remebered what she was wearing, which was nothing more than a white tank top and black satiy pants with little Snoopys all over them. Yeah, she was a bit cold now that she thought about it. Ping-Pong ripped off another one of his dreadlocks and began to eat it. He did not seem at all perturbed that his two slaves were responding.
"There is one thing that you must remember, if we are to get along together. Me llamo Senorita Gallina, y me encanta jugar con los ojos de los osos de peluches! Spanish. Latin based of course. Never mind what it means, but I want you to memorize that. It is my personal saying, and it is very important to me! So, without any further ado, let's get Miss Jaimie some decent clothes, and start working!" Jaimie hated touching rotting wood. 'Damn this is going to be one hell of a long life.'
Mrs. Conrad watched eagerly as the sun sank behind the trees. Everything was going as planned. All the musical events had been mysteriously cancelled, and the band students had been told that Cassie, Abbe, Ashley, and Jaz had had to be sent home due to pressing family matters, and the death of a favorite great uncle Morton. Her malicious laugh filled the room as she transformed once again into LORD DARNOC. Tank scurried out of the bathroom to bow low her.
"Arise faithful servant. I have a pleasant evening planned for us." She smiled in what could have been interpereted as a kind manner.
"Oh thank you kind Misstress!" Tank said eagerly. I do love surprises!"
"Then come dear Tank, sit down." She waved her baton, and an overstuffed chair moved forward just slightly so he could sit down without moving to far. Darnoc replaced her rather hideous pink sweater and icky black pants with a short, tight fitting orange dress that clashed terribly with her hair; and a long black cape. She waved her baton again, and a haunting melody wafted through the air. Tank leaned forward eagerly. It wasn't often that Darnoc was in this mood. He admired the way her slightly drooping legs were hugged by the dress.
"What are you doing lady Misstress?" Tank asked sweetly. Darnoc took a deep breath.
"I don't often tell you how I feel about you my beloved. I am not much good at composing poetry, so I thought it would be best to tell you with something that has already been done." She cleared her throat and dabbed her eyes quickly. Then she opened her mouth.......
"Every night in my dreams....I see you....I feeeeeel you. That is how I know you....go on. Far across the distance...and spaces....betweeeeen us...you have come to show you....go on. Near....Far...Wherever you are....I believe that the heart does...go ooooooooooooon. Once....more...you Oooopen the door and you're here in my heart and....my heart will..go on...and...ooooooooon!"
Tank sat there with tears running freely down his face. Never before had anybody sone something so touching for him. The fact that Darnoc's singing voice was raspy, out of key, and entirely too masculine didn't bother him at all. His wasn't much better. He continued to listen, his heart pounding stronger and stronger, until she was belting out the words...
"YOOOOOOOOU'RE HERE! THERE'S NOOOOOOOOTHING I FEAR AND I KNOOOOOOW THAT MY HEART WILL GO OOOOOOOOOOOON! WE'LL STAY! FOREVER THIS WAY! YOU ARE SAFE IN MY HEART ANDMY HEART WILL GO ONNNNN AND OOOOOON!"
When she was done, Tank leaped from his chair to embrace Darnoc.
"That was so beautiful lady Misstress!" he sobbed.
"Yes, well, I practiced for ten whole minutes," she said gruffly. "But come now Tank, we have important business to attend to. Your flight leaves at two tomorrow morning, and we still need to see how the percussionists are doing buiding our fortress in Egarots Moor." She waved her baton, and both faded into nothingness.
AN: YaY! chapter 8 is up! I hope it was satisfactory. I had to have a song in there. Orders of my best friend twice removed and thrice replaced or something like that. Very complicated. Soooooo was it okay? It'll get more interesting once everyone starts work and all that. Also, something to look forward to in a future chapter....Will Jaz pass the test of Temptation? DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nicole sat up quickly on the bed when she saw who her master was. Jaimie stood up as well. To Nicole's agitation, she was smiling.
"Who are you?" Jaimie asked. The tall man looked down at her and grunted.
"I am your lord and master. You can Call me Ping-Pong, I will tell you now that I expect both of you to be.......good little girls. If you are anything but.....how shall I say this?...You will suffer me, and my displeasure. And when I am displeased, rest assured that you will suffer greatly." He spoke in a very low voice that was extremely intimidating. Nicole shot glances at Jaimie to see what she made of that particular statement. Jaimie was still smiling. 'Dear God!' Nicole thought in disgust. "Come!" Ping-Pong ordered while ripping off one of his dreadlocks and putting it in his mouth.(don't ask). Nicole was very glum as she dragged her feet out of the room and down the stairs. She didn't even have her strawberry kiwi newtons to comfort her. 'Damn,' she thought. 'This is gonna be one long life.'
Ping-Pong's car was one that had probably never passed an inspection in its life. It was painted about twenty different colors and the seatbelts and rearview mirror were missing. Even Jaimie, who drove one of the most....reluctant cars in the world looked at this vehicle like its parts belonged in an alluminum can. Nicole was just extremely distressed. 'God only knows what nasty things he's got growing in there!' her mind screamed. Ping-Pong opened the back door.
"In," he demanded while giving Jaimie a rather piercing look. Nicole scurried to obey. When she was gingerly sitting on the wet-from-something- nasty seat, she fingered the chain on her pants lovingly. 'I won't be like this long,' she thought while glaring at her captor.
Jaimie didn't enjoy sitting in the nasty car much either. It had a strong smell of beer and a poorly made fish sandwich. Thinking of fish made Jsimie think of something she had learned on the discovery channel about trout. They went upstream to lay eggs and mate or whatever. And then her mind inevitably fell on the subject that it rarely ever left....mating. Her eyes moved instinctively to her new owner, and she wondered just what he had bought them for. Her mind wandered over several possibilities, and she had to admit that some were not all that unappealing.
Ping-Pong turned onto a poorly paved road on which there were absolutely no buildings. Except one. Jaimie's heart sank like a stone when she saw it, and even more when Ping-Pong stopped on the side of the road in front of it. This....structure was something like three miserable little shacks all fused together with wood glue. The "yard" was littered with empty cans, and a well used dart board was nailed to the front door. Three rusty darts stuck from the faded red bull's eye. The wood was soggy and dark brown., and several glass bottles lay in the ashes of a burnt out bonfire off to the side.
"It's not all that great," he said almost apologetically. "But with your help, we'll make it better." Jaimie looked at him in amazement. That's all he wanted them to do? Restore a crappy house back to its former glory? If it ever had any glory to begin with. "Well, Miss Jaimie, I imagine you're a bit chilly," Jaimie remebered what she was wearing, which was nothing more than a white tank top and black satiy pants with little Snoopys all over them. Yeah, she was a bit cold now that she thought about it. Ping-Pong ripped off another one of his dreadlocks and began to eat it. He did not seem at all perturbed that his two slaves were responding.
"There is one thing that you must remember, if we are to get along together. Me llamo Senorita Gallina, y me encanta jugar con los ojos de los osos de peluches! Spanish. Latin based of course. Never mind what it means, but I want you to memorize that. It is my personal saying, and it is very important to me! So, without any further ado, let's get Miss Jaimie some decent clothes, and start working!" Jaimie hated touching rotting wood. 'Damn this is going to be one hell of a long life.'
Mrs. Conrad watched eagerly as the sun sank behind the trees. Everything was going as planned. All the musical events had been mysteriously cancelled, and the band students had been told that Cassie, Abbe, Ashley, and Jaz had had to be sent home due to pressing family matters, and the death of a favorite great uncle Morton. Her malicious laugh filled the room as she transformed once again into LORD DARNOC. Tank scurried out of the bathroom to bow low her.
"Arise faithful servant. I have a pleasant evening planned for us." She smiled in what could have been interpereted as a kind manner.
"Oh thank you kind Misstress!" Tank said eagerly. I do love surprises!"
"Then come dear Tank, sit down." She waved her baton, and an overstuffed chair moved forward just slightly so he could sit down without moving to far. Darnoc replaced her rather hideous pink sweater and icky black pants with a short, tight fitting orange dress that clashed terribly with her hair; and a long black cape. She waved her baton again, and a haunting melody wafted through the air. Tank leaned forward eagerly. It wasn't often that Darnoc was in this mood. He admired the way her slightly drooping legs were hugged by the dress.
"What are you doing lady Misstress?" Tank asked sweetly. Darnoc took a deep breath.
"I don't often tell you how I feel about you my beloved. I am not much good at composing poetry, so I thought it would be best to tell you with something that has already been done." She cleared her throat and dabbed her eyes quickly. Then she opened her mouth.......
"Every night in my dreams....I see you....I feeeeeel you. That is how I know you....go on. Far across the distance...and spaces....betweeeeen us...you have come to show you....go on. Near....Far...Wherever you are....I believe that the heart does...go ooooooooooooon. Once....more...you Oooopen the door and you're here in my heart and....my heart will..go on...and...ooooooooon!"
Tank sat there with tears running freely down his face. Never before had anybody sone something so touching for him. The fact that Darnoc's singing voice was raspy, out of key, and entirely too masculine didn't bother him at all. His wasn't much better. He continued to listen, his heart pounding stronger and stronger, until she was belting out the words...
"YOOOOOOOOU'RE HERE! THERE'S NOOOOOOOOTHING I FEAR AND I KNOOOOOOW THAT MY HEART WILL GO OOOOOOOOOOOON! WE'LL STAY! FOREVER THIS WAY! YOU ARE SAFE IN MY HEART ANDMY HEART WILL GO ONNNNN AND OOOOOON!"
When she was done, Tank leaped from his chair to embrace Darnoc.
"That was so beautiful lady Misstress!" he sobbed.
"Yes, well, I practiced for ten whole minutes," she said gruffly. "But come now Tank, we have important business to attend to. Your flight leaves at two tomorrow morning, and we still need to see how the percussionists are doing buiding our fortress in Egarots Moor." She waved her baton, and both faded into nothingness.
AN: YaY! chapter 8 is up! I hope it was satisfactory. I had to have a song in there. Orders of my best friend twice removed and thrice replaced or something like that. Very complicated. Soooooo was it okay? It'll get more interesting once everyone starts work and all that. Also, something to look forward to in a future chapter....Will Jaz pass the test of Temptation? DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!