Pixel was getting dizzy. He was watching his master walk back and forth in
his chambers, ranting and raving, swinging his hands about. To be frank,
Pixel had enough. And it unnerved him. Any more pacing, Dracula would
probably wear a hole in the floor.
"WALKING UP THE WALL AND STARING STRAIGHT INTO MY FACE BEFORE I WAKE UP...CHALLENGING ME ... EVEN THAT I CAN HANDLE..."
He ranted for the umpteen time.
"...WAKING UP BEFORE ME TO PRACTICE FENCING...LETTING ME BURN...GIVE ME THAT! ANYTHIING BUT-
"-Dancing in the rain,"
finished Pixel. He sighed. Dracula shot him a withering glare.
"ANYTHING BUT THAT!"
He finished. Dracula always had the last word.
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The sound of the rain cascading down like liquid pearls upon the castle roof awoke Shirra. She smiled, excitement tingling all over her. In her haste to get up, she forgot the coffin door was CLOSED, therefore-
BANG!
She muttered an unladylike curse while Dracula opened his eyes and said,
"What now?"
"Stupid coffin door-
"Where do you think you are going?"
"To take a walk outside."
"Its raining."
"Precisely."
"Excuse me?"
"Care to join me?"
"Not on my afterlife-
Kissing him goodbye. She opened the coffin door and leapt out like a gazelle, skidding to a halt before the door-then rushing out, laughing as the rain washed over her. She felt like she was a child again.
"More like her second childhood..."
Dracula muttered. He hated rainy days-and Shirra's 'inner child' even more...This was getting to be quite a habit lately...
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The door swung open. There was Shirra, wearing a wet pair of pants and red blouse- and a wry grin, her wet hair let down to her waist. To say she was wet was an understatment. She was saturated to her bones with H2O. Her hair clung to her face and neck, threatening to choke her. Her clothes clung onto her-and her rather divine figure was on display.
"Ranting again, Vladislaus?"
Pixel (WISELY) disappeared from the room at once. She spoke before her sire could answer.
"We all have our own little idocrystancies, my love. Bear with them. Besides, hate the sin, but love the sinner."
"Spoken like a true believer of the Faith."
"Right."
Silence.
Ochre-black pools met cold obsidian.
"Why are you here for anyway?"
"Making it up to you."
Dracula grinned at the innuendo behind it.
"Care to help me get out of these wet clothes into some ?"
"Aren't we naughty,"
He said, placing his coat around her wet shoulders, willing the doors to LOCK. He decided NOT to make the same mistake TWICE ( See last chapter). Did he say he HATED rainy days? He took that back. He would have to beg the dark Gods for more rainy days...
"WALKING UP THE WALL AND STARING STRAIGHT INTO MY FACE BEFORE I WAKE UP...CHALLENGING ME ... EVEN THAT I CAN HANDLE..."
He ranted for the umpteen time.
"...WAKING UP BEFORE ME TO PRACTICE FENCING...LETTING ME BURN...GIVE ME THAT! ANYTHIING BUT-
"-Dancing in the rain,"
finished Pixel. He sighed. Dracula shot him a withering glare.
"ANYTHING BUT THAT!"
He finished. Dracula always had the last word.
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EARLIER...
The sound of the rain cascading down like liquid pearls upon the castle roof awoke Shirra. She smiled, excitement tingling all over her. In her haste to get up, she forgot the coffin door was CLOSED, therefore-
BANG!
She muttered an unladylike curse while Dracula opened his eyes and said,
"What now?"
"Stupid coffin door-
"Where do you think you are going?"
"To take a walk outside."
"Its raining."
"Precisely."
"Excuse me?"
"Care to join me?"
"Not on my afterlife-
Kissing him goodbye. She opened the coffin door and leapt out like a gazelle, skidding to a halt before the door-then rushing out, laughing as the rain washed over her. She felt like she was a child again.
"More like her second childhood..."
Dracula muttered. He hated rainy days-and Shirra's 'inner child' even more...This was getting to be quite a habit lately...
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The door swung open. There was Shirra, wearing a wet pair of pants and red blouse- and a wry grin, her wet hair let down to her waist. To say she was wet was an understatment. She was saturated to her bones with H2O. Her hair clung to her face and neck, threatening to choke her. Her clothes clung onto her-and her rather divine figure was on display.
"Ranting again, Vladislaus?"
Pixel (WISELY) disappeared from the room at once. She spoke before her sire could answer.
"We all have our own little idocrystancies, my love. Bear with them. Besides, hate the sin, but love the sinner."
"Spoken like a true believer of the Faith."
"Right."
Silence.
Ochre-black pools met cold obsidian.
"Why are you here for anyway?"
"Making it up to you."
Dracula grinned at the innuendo behind it.
"Care to help me get out of these wet clothes into some ?"
"Aren't we naughty,"
He said, placing his coat around her wet shoulders, willing the doors to LOCK. He decided NOT to make the same mistake TWICE ( See last chapter). Did he say he HATED rainy days? He took that back. He would have to beg the dark Gods for more rainy days...