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Fear the Fans! For they will eventually abduct you, tie you up in a closet, and look in to admire you from time to time.
Forty minutes later all of the food had vanished entirely, everyone looked quite green and on the verge of being sick all over the beautiful Persian rugs spread out across the floor. That is, everyone except for Meier and his plastic baggie of blood (O positive) that he was enjoying immensely. He adored the fact that his food wasn't screaming or trying to take a swing at him, as it usually did. He sat, cross-legged, on one of the long empty rectangular tables near the back of the sparsely furnished room, squeezing the last few drops out of the baggie and grinning happily. He hopped off the table and sauntered gracefully over to an extremely unhappy looking Josh, who was half asleep and drooling all over his clipboard, and tapped him on the shoulder. It took so much effort for poor Josh to perform the task of raising his throbbing head that, if it hadn't been a vampire tapping him, he wouldn't have bothered. "Yes?" Josh croaked, looking half dead. "Is there some other mindless errand you need me to run?" Meier looked a bit taken aback. "No. Um, actually I was just going to thank you." He said, chewing his bottom lip in agitation as he watched Josh slide over onto his side, exhausted. "Fabulous, really, 'night......." The tech mumbled drowsily, he was just starting to doze off again when the walkie- talkie in his back pocket began barking orders at him.
"Henderson! Where the hell are you!?! Why aren't you up front? You have a call from your aunt that's been on hold for thirty minutes! Get you're a** down here now!!" Josh jumped about a foot in the air in complete shock while Meier stared, in utter disbelief, at Josh's talking pocket. Before Meier could ask Josh ran as fast as he could for the door, spewing out a sentence as one word before exiting. "Gottarunbebacklaterguysbye!" The door slammed shut on Josh's shoelace and Meier sighed as he heard the loud thud followed by an even louder bout of cursing and watched the shoelace jerking at the metal surface, like a frightened rabbit caught in a trap, before it ripped in half. He then listened to the tech skidding and crashing down the hallway on the opposite side of the steel door for a time before the noise faded. "You know, I really do feel sorry for that pitiful human boy....." Meier muttered but nobody heard him, they were all too busy racing away from Kyle who had finally lost control of his body's actions, and was vomiting his stomach's contents onto the floor.
D found himself to be, once again, staring contemptuously at the red headed Markus brother who was groaning and clutching his belly in a pitiable fashion on the floor about fifty feet away. Didn't the moron even know the capacity of his own stomach? What an imbecile! To have eaten enough to make himself sick was one thing, but to not even attempt to make it to the provided bathrooms in time was unforgivable, in D's humble opinion. Now they all had to put up with the vile smell of half digested food until the janitor that Josh had called for would arrive. D rolled his eyes and moved even farther away from the queasy figure of Kyle, into a corner with Leila and Bengee. "I swear," D muttered angrily. "If we hadn't promised Josh not to kill them I would start with that one...." Bengee nodded in complete agreement and looked more than a bit vicious while cracking his knuckles, when Leila felt it necessary to step in. "Come on guys......" She murmured, feeling guilty about not sticking up for one of her partners sooner. "He's not that bad all the time, and he usually makes up for his faults in entertainment value..." D nodded, placated for the moment, Kyle was a fairly interesting person and, after all, he had died rather horribly once already. In thinking this D glanced, subconsciously, up at Mashira who was fiddling innocently with the empty soda cans and making a tower out of them with Charlotte, while his tail thumped happily on the floor. Bengee still looked less than appeased and simply glared at Leila before melting into the shadows and sliding away. Leila shuddered and stared after him. "Ugh.....What a freak show..."
Bengee slid through the various shadows on the floors and carpets before stopping in the middle of Kyle's rather uncomfortable looking one. Of all the characters present Bengee was the most resentful of his demise, it had taken Josh (and six heavily armed policemen) quite a long time to convince him not to permanently injure any of the others under a hefty penalty of another death. Bengee rolled his eyes upon recalling this and tried his absolute hardest to contrive a loophole for the situation, when suddenly it hit him. He had promised not to PERMENANTLY injure the others.....slight wounds would heal, would they not? Feeling absolutely gleeful Bengee reached for his weapon, only to remember a few seconds later that it had been confiscated. "Damn." He muttered, grasping for a new solution to his issue with Kyle. He watched the red head whimper and flip onto his back, looking in desperate need of an antacid, when the idea struck him. Bengee had never tried to murder someone through the shadow without his weapon before (it had been specially designed) and wasn't sure if this new plan of assault would work, but oh well, one way to find out. In thinking this Bengee simply raised his fist and whomped Kyle's shadow, as hard as he could, right in the gut. Kyle let out a very strange high-pitched noise, causing everyone to turn and look at him as he curled up on himself yelping. He wasn't the only one either Bengee shot up out of the shadows hissing and clutching his bleeding fist looking anguished as he danced in place, for you see, when you slam your bare fist into a tile floor with cement underneath with all the force you posses, this is what tends to happen. Borgoff put two and two together and looked enraged. "Frickin' monster!" He cried, jumping to his feet upon seeing this was an assault on his family and switching immediately into "older brother attack mode". He still possessed his crossbow (no one had been willing to try and pry it off his arm) but without any arrows it seemed a bit useless. At least, it had seemed useless, until Borgoff saw the pile of pencils on one of the tables. Grabbing them up, he began firing the unsharpened No.2's at Bengee with surprising accuracy, Bengee naturally dodged all of them and, to add insult to injury, threw one back at Borgoff and beaned him on the nose. This led to a wrestling match within seconds, followed by a biting match, and followed by a cursing match, which naturally led to a free for all sudden death sort of thing. Everyone else simply stood and stared, appalled in every sense and unwilling to intervene between the battling twosome. Grove and Caroline moved quickly over to Kyle and dragged him away from the battle scene, lest he become an unwilling participant in the fray. Kyle was sobbing pitifully seeing as he was now suffering from severe heartburn and a bruised abdominal area, Grove patted him on the back gently and Caroline spoke to him sympathetically for a bit, both trying (unsuccessfully) to make him feel better. Meanwhile Meier had finally become fed up with the ongoing fight, and was about to put a halt to it easily when the steel door banged open and Josh strode inside.
Josh had not been prepared to see a two-man war going on upon his return with the janitor. "Dear lord!" He cried racing over to the janitors cart and, grabbing the bucket of water that was used to mop up dirty floors, he quickly dumped it onto the dust cloud of insults and flying fists that was actually Bengee and Borgoff. Bengee shrieked in outrage as the water hit him and he quickly slid as far away from Josh as he could go, straight under the soda machine. Borgoff, trying to stem the heavy flow of blood from his nose, glared resentfully at the twenty one year old tech. "What?!!?" Josh asked, feeling resentful as well. "I go away to take an important phone call, manage to find the only janitor in the entire damn building, stop that freak of nature from ripping your head off, and all you can do is glower at me??" Borgoff scowled. "Don't you dare glare at me!" Josh cried attempting to look threatening, but he could hear the others behind Borgoff sniggering heartily. Irritated, Josh rolled his eyes and turned to tell the janitor where to clean, but the janitor was no longer behind him. Terrified that he might have to clean up Kyle's mess on his own, Josh spun around and instantly found him, offering an extremely grateful Kyle his bottle of Tums. Half an hour later everyone seemed to be mostly back to normal, the floor was cleaned, Kyle's heartburn had dispersed, and Borgoff's nose was not broken and as an added bonus had even stopped bleeding (he was a tad lightheaded from the amount that he lost though). Josh was making some tallies and notes on his clipboard when D sidled over to him. "Yes?" Josh asked upon looking up to find the Dunpeal looming over him. "Need something?" D gazed at Josh and paused for a moment before responding, while he did so Borgoff staggered by in the background, hit a wall and stumbled backwards calling for Leila and begging her to help him locate the bathroom. "I wanted to ask you something." D murmured. "Oh?" Said Josh sounding surprised; this was only the second time D had ever spoken to him. "What's your question?" D smiled softly." Who was the important call from?"
fans)
Fear the Fans! For they will eventually abduct you, tie you up in a closet, and look in to admire you from time to time.
Forty minutes later all of the food had vanished entirely, everyone looked quite green and on the verge of being sick all over the beautiful Persian rugs spread out across the floor. That is, everyone except for Meier and his plastic baggie of blood (O positive) that he was enjoying immensely. He adored the fact that his food wasn't screaming or trying to take a swing at him, as it usually did. He sat, cross-legged, on one of the long empty rectangular tables near the back of the sparsely furnished room, squeezing the last few drops out of the baggie and grinning happily. He hopped off the table and sauntered gracefully over to an extremely unhappy looking Josh, who was half asleep and drooling all over his clipboard, and tapped him on the shoulder. It took so much effort for poor Josh to perform the task of raising his throbbing head that, if it hadn't been a vampire tapping him, he wouldn't have bothered. "Yes?" Josh croaked, looking half dead. "Is there some other mindless errand you need me to run?" Meier looked a bit taken aback. "No. Um, actually I was just going to thank you." He said, chewing his bottom lip in agitation as he watched Josh slide over onto his side, exhausted. "Fabulous, really, 'night......." The tech mumbled drowsily, he was just starting to doze off again when the walkie- talkie in his back pocket began barking orders at him.
"Henderson! Where the hell are you!?! Why aren't you up front? You have a call from your aunt that's been on hold for thirty minutes! Get you're a** down here now!!" Josh jumped about a foot in the air in complete shock while Meier stared, in utter disbelief, at Josh's talking pocket. Before Meier could ask Josh ran as fast as he could for the door, spewing out a sentence as one word before exiting. "Gottarunbebacklaterguysbye!" The door slammed shut on Josh's shoelace and Meier sighed as he heard the loud thud followed by an even louder bout of cursing and watched the shoelace jerking at the metal surface, like a frightened rabbit caught in a trap, before it ripped in half. He then listened to the tech skidding and crashing down the hallway on the opposite side of the steel door for a time before the noise faded. "You know, I really do feel sorry for that pitiful human boy....." Meier muttered but nobody heard him, they were all too busy racing away from Kyle who had finally lost control of his body's actions, and was vomiting his stomach's contents onto the floor.
D found himself to be, once again, staring contemptuously at the red headed Markus brother who was groaning and clutching his belly in a pitiable fashion on the floor about fifty feet away. Didn't the moron even know the capacity of his own stomach? What an imbecile! To have eaten enough to make himself sick was one thing, but to not even attempt to make it to the provided bathrooms in time was unforgivable, in D's humble opinion. Now they all had to put up with the vile smell of half digested food until the janitor that Josh had called for would arrive. D rolled his eyes and moved even farther away from the queasy figure of Kyle, into a corner with Leila and Bengee. "I swear," D muttered angrily. "If we hadn't promised Josh not to kill them I would start with that one...." Bengee nodded in complete agreement and looked more than a bit vicious while cracking his knuckles, when Leila felt it necessary to step in. "Come on guys......" She murmured, feeling guilty about not sticking up for one of her partners sooner. "He's not that bad all the time, and he usually makes up for his faults in entertainment value..." D nodded, placated for the moment, Kyle was a fairly interesting person and, after all, he had died rather horribly once already. In thinking this D glanced, subconsciously, up at Mashira who was fiddling innocently with the empty soda cans and making a tower out of them with Charlotte, while his tail thumped happily on the floor. Bengee still looked less than appeased and simply glared at Leila before melting into the shadows and sliding away. Leila shuddered and stared after him. "Ugh.....What a freak show..."
Bengee slid through the various shadows on the floors and carpets before stopping in the middle of Kyle's rather uncomfortable looking one. Of all the characters present Bengee was the most resentful of his demise, it had taken Josh (and six heavily armed policemen) quite a long time to convince him not to permanently injure any of the others under a hefty penalty of another death. Bengee rolled his eyes upon recalling this and tried his absolute hardest to contrive a loophole for the situation, when suddenly it hit him. He had promised not to PERMENANTLY injure the others.....slight wounds would heal, would they not? Feeling absolutely gleeful Bengee reached for his weapon, only to remember a few seconds later that it had been confiscated. "Damn." He muttered, grasping for a new solution to his issue with Kyle. He watched the red head whimper and flip onto his back, looking in desperate need of an antacid, when the idea struck him. Bengee had never tried to murder someone through the shadow without his weapon before (it had been specially designed) and wasn't sure if this new plan of assault would work, but oh well, one way to find out. In thinking this Bengee simply raised his fist and whomped Kyle's shadow, as hard as he could, right in the gut. Kyle let out a very strange high-pitched noise, causing everyone to turn and look at him as he curled up on himself yelping. He wasn't the only one either Bengee shot up out of the shadows hissing and clutching his bleeding fist looking anguished as he danced in place, for you see, when you slam your bare fist into a tile floor with cement underneath with all the force you posses, this is what tends to happen. Borgoff put two and two together and looked enraged. "Frickin' monster!" He cried, jumping to his feet upon seeing this was an assault on his family and switching immediately into "older brother attack mode". He still possessed his crossbow (no one had been willing to try and pry it off his arm) but without any arrows it seemed a bit useless. At least, it had seemed useless, until Borgoff saw the pile of pencils on one of the tables. Grabbing them up, he began firing the unsharpened No.2's at Bengee with surprising accuracy, Bengee naturally dodged all of them and, to add insult to injury, threw one back at Borgoff and beaned him on the nose. This led to a wrestling match within seconds, followed by a biting match, and followed by a cursing match, which naturally led to a free for all sudden death sort of thing. Everyone else simply stood and stared, appalled in every sense and unwilling to intervene between the battling twosome. Grove and Caroline moved quickly over to Kyle and dragged him away from the battle scene, lest he become an unwilling participant in the fray. Kyle was sobbing pitifully seeing as he was now suffering from severe heartburn and a bruised abdominal area, Grove patted him on the back gently and Caroline spoke to him sympathetically for a bit, both trying (unsuccessfully) to make him feel better. Meanwhile Meier had finally become fed up with the ongoing fight, and was about to put a halt to it easily when the steel door banged open and Josh strode inside.
Josh had not been prepared to see a two-man war going on upon his return with the janitor. "Dear lord!" He cried racing over to the janitors cart and, grabbing the bucket of water that was used to mop up dirty floors, he quickly dumped it onto the dust cloud of insults and flying fists that was actually Bengee and Borgoff. Bengee shrieked in outrage as the water hit him and he quickly slid as far away from Josh as he could go, straight under the soda machine. Borgoff, trying to stem the heavy flow of blood from his nose, glared resentfully at the twenty one year old tech. "What?!!?" Josh asked, feeling resentful as well. "I go away to take an important phone call, manage to find the only janitor in the entire damn building, stop that freak of nature from ripping your head off, and all you can do is glower at me??" Borgoff scowled. "Don't you dare glare at me!" Josh cried attempting to look threatening, but he could hear the others behind Borgoff sniggering heartily. Irritated, Josh rolled his eyes and turned to tell the janitor where to clean, but the janitor was no longer behind him. Terrified that he might have to clean up Kyle's mess on his own, Josh spun around and instantly found him, offering an extremely grateful Kyle his bottle of Tums. Half an hour later everyone seemed to be mostly back to normal, the floor was cleaned, Kyle's heartburn had dispersed, and Borgoff's nose was not broken and as an added bonus had even stopped bleeding (he was a tad lightheaded from the amount that he lost though). Josh was making some tallies and notes on his clipboard when D sidled over to him. "Yes?" Josh asked upon looking up to find the Dunpeal looming over him. "Need something?" D gazed at Josh and paused for a moment before responding, while he did so Borgoff staggered by in the background, hit a wall and stumbled backwards calling for Leila and begging her to help him locate the bathroom. "I wanted to ask you something." D murmured. "Oh?" Said Josh sounding surprised; this was only the second time D had ever spoken to him. "What's your question?" D smiled softly." Who was the important call from?"