Pixel, Dracula's very own Fool-or jester- were both the apple of Shirra and
Dracula's eyes. Yet, he had an annoying-almost religious habit of entering
without knocking-or announcing his presence. Both can still remember the
WORST incident concerning that though-with a little –no, MUCH horror...
Pixel happily skipped round the castle, singing a sad song. He enjoyed being a walking –well, skipping paradox. He wondered where Shirra was. He liked her sense of humor-not so twisted as his Master's- and she was fond of him too as he was of her. He decided to tell her a new funny story he had concocted in his quicksilver brain of his. Last he saw, she was with his Lord in his chambers, reading. He skipped all the way there, singing. (A/n: Is it just me-or is that TROUBLE I smell?)
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Shirra awoke upon hearing Pixel's singing. She smiled. She had missed Pixel after he wandered off a month ago.
"That is his nature. He'll return."
Her sire assured her. And return he did, yesterday night. She looked around the room she was in. Below the heavy Venetian curtains, Night had fallen once more. Whose room was it? Whose bed was she on? Certainly not hers. Se looked down-
And saw Vladislaus Dracula-Count Dracula –her love and sire, before her-his head in between her legs. Their attire was upon the floor, slightly ripped and torn from last night's exertions. Nonetheless, she could not deny she had enjoyed it thoroughly, along with him. He was (pun intended) one Hell of a lover alright. He looked different with his hair let down. Moving carefully, she turned around-and slid under the covers, next to him. As she did, Dracula opened his eyes, revealing obsidian pools that could drown anyone who looked too deeply which was probably why Shirra seldom looked people in the eye.
"Good evening, my love,"
He said, pulling her into his arms-only to frown when she did not answer.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes. Just Pixel singing."
"Is it just me-or can you hear it getting-louder?"
"Oh Hell-
Pixel bounded into the room, yelling,
"EVENING SHIRRA, I'VE MISSED YOU SO..O..O.."
He turned red at what she just saw. Shirra screamed in shock, rolled off the bed and part of the blankets to her chest to preserve her honor. Dracula wrapped a cloak round himself, glaring hard at the (definitely doomed) fool.
"How do I kill thee? Let me count thy ways..."
He muttered. Pixel simpered.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Silence. Then,
"Oops."
Months ago, he had barged into the library when both were necking each other. Months earlier, he had nearly made Dracula drop Shirra at the parapet, singing at the top of his lungs. Almost religiously, he had intruded in on their bliss. Only occasionally fortunately. If not for Shirra, Dracula would have killed that fool a long time ago.
"I think we should have locked the door."
Muttered a sheepish Shirra.
"Understatement,"
Her sire thought. His teeth were becoming fangs now.
"Pixel?"
"Yes, Lady Shirra?"
"RUN!"
It was a priceless sight: A pixie being chased by a bat-like creature chased by a (now fully clothed) vampire in human form, one screaming bloody murder, the other screaming out for the formers blood and the last one screaming for the latter to cease. Twould appear it was "Pound Pixel (To Pieces)" Day...
SORRY IF THIS SUCKS-I AM QUITE BUSY NOW....
Pixel happily skipped round the castle, singing a sad song. He enjoyed being a walking –well, skipping paradox. He wondered where Shirra was. He liked her sense of humor-not so twisted as his Master's- and she was fond of him too as he was of her. He decided to tell her a new funny story he had concocted in his quicksilver brain of his. Last he saw, she was with his Lord in his chambers, reading. He skipped all the way there, singing. (A/n: Is it just me-or is that TROUBLE I smell?)
8888888888888
Shirra awoke upon hearing Pixel's singing. She smiled. She had missed Pixel after he wandered off a month ago.
"That is his nature. He'll return."
Her sire assured her. And return he did, yesterday night. She looked around the room she was in. Below the heavy Venetian curtains, Night had fallen once more. Whose room was it? Whose bed was she on? Certainly not hers. Se looked down-
And saw Vladislaus Dracula-Count Dracula –her love and sire, before her-his head in between her legs. Their attire was upon the floor, slightly ripped and torn from last night's exertions. Nonetheless, she could not deny she had enjoyed it thoroughly, along with him. He was (pun intended) one Hell of a lover alright. He looked different with his hair let down. Moving carefully, she turned around-and slid under the covers, next to him. As she did, Dracula opened his eyes, revealing obsidian pools that could drown anyone who looked too deeply which was probably why Shirra seldom looked people in the eye.
"Good evening, my love,"
He said, pulling her into his arms-only to frown when she did not answer.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes. Just Pixel singing."
"Is it just me-or can you hear it getting-louder?"
"Oh Hell-
Pixel bounded into the room, yelling,
"EVENING SHIRRA, I'VE MISSED YOU SO..O..O.."
He turned red at what she just saw. Shirra screamed in shock, rolled off the bed and part of the blankets to her chest to preserve her honor. Dracula wrapped a cloak round himself, glaring hard at the (definitely doomed) fool.
"How do I kill thee? Let me count thy ways..."
He muttered. Pixel simpered.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Silence. Then,
"Oops."
Months ago, he had barged into the library when both were necking each other. Months earlier, he had nearly made Dracula drop Shirra at the parapet, singing at the top of his lungs. Almost religiously, he had intruded in on their bliss. Only occasionally fortunately. If not for Shirra, Dracula would have killed that fool a long time ago.
"I think we should have locked the door."
Muttered a sheepish Shirra.
"Understatement,"
Her sire thought. His teeth were becoming fangs now.
"Pixel?"
"Yes, Lady Shirra?"
"RUN!"
It was a priceless sight: A pixie being chased by a bat-like creature chased by a (now fully clothed) vampire in human form, one screaming bloody murder, the other screaming out for the formers blood and the last one screaming for the latter to cease. Twould appear it was "Pound Pixel (To Pieces)" Day...
SORRY IF THIS SUCKS-I AM QUITE BUSY NOW....