Chapter Eight: IMing Rocks

It only took one look at the message to know who was IMing me. Heck, the screenname was a giveaway.

BowDwn2MeorDie: Hey, you sound sxy! Wanna go 2 a bar wimme?

I rolled my eyes and typed.

NightGoddess: No thanx, Charity.

BowDwn2MeorDie: Dang, what told u it was me?

NightGoddes: Hey, u actually use chatspeak! Charity's somewhat human!


BowDwn2MeorDie: So, so.

NightGoddess: (huggles)

BowDwn2MeorDie: When I become supreme ruler of everything, u are the first 2 be punished by the most awfullest way eva.

NightGoddess: Oh, I luv u 2!

BowDwn2MeorDie: Dontcha wanna kno what the punishment is? DONTCHA!

NightGoddess: No!

BowDwn2MeorDie: ...

NightGoddess: OK, YES!

BowDwn2MeorDie: ...

NightGoddess: I hate u.

BowDwn2MeorDie: Automatic Response: M-m-m-My Sharona!

NightGoddess: Dang, you DO have issues...

BowDwn2MeorDie: I know. NOW do ya wanna hear?

NightGoddess: Automatic Response: -and then they made me their cheif...

BowDwn2MeorDie: JACK SPARROW!

NightGoddess: OK, how'll u punish me?

BowDwn2MeorDie: I shall... make you eat Apple Pie.

NightGoddess: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

BowDwn2MeorDie: So. Still got the Maggy blues?

NightGoddess: (flinches) YES. I LOVE him. Btw, what are blood mates? You neva told me.

BowDwn2MeorDie: I'm not allowed 2. At least not yet. It's kinda a law.

NightGoddess: Anyways, I have an evil plot.

BownDwn2MeorDie: Really? I see I've had a bad influence on u, which, in my sick, twisted little world, is good:D

NightGoddess: I shall date Ben. Again.

BowDwn2MeorDie: a-HA!

NightGoddess: And when Magnus realizes that he was temporarily insane and takes me back, I'll still date Ben.

BowDwn2MeorDie: So... u'll cheat on him.

NightGoddess: In a sense. I need payback. And Magnus hates his guts, so he won't mind.

BowDwn2MeorDie: U need to stop watching Grey's Anatomy.

NightGoddess: Pfft. So do u.

BowDwn2MeorDie: True.(shrugs)

NightGoddess: Hey. Have u eva heard of an indoor beach?

BowDwn2MeorDie: Oh brother...

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"You do know that I'm a vampire, right?" Charity asked, her voice muffled through the many veils she was wearing.

"M-hmm," I said, waving at a cut guy. Hey, I needed a man, had on a new skimpy bikini, and had a good figure. When you got it, flaunt it.

"And you do know that if I take these veils off, I'll probably die?"

"Sure do."

We were at a remarkably realistic indoor beach. I was wearing a red bikini with a strapless top, and Charity was wearing stuff that made her look like a Goth Jazira from Hidalgo.

I scanned the area for Ben. Where was he...

Got 'em.

"Ben!" I waved at him. He looked up and smiled.

"Hey," I walked up to him and got up close. "Wanna get back together?"
"Sure, babe."
I flinched at the 'babe'.

But this was too easy.

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BowDwn2MeorDie: U got him.

NightGoddess: Hook, line, and sinker.

BowDwn2MeorDie: There's that Latina goddess!

NightGoddess: O, just shut up.

BowDwn2MeorDie: So, what's ur next move?

NightGoddess: My fam's having a Christmas party. Ur invited, btw. But so is Ben... and so will Magnus.

BowDwn2MeorDie: Faith... u do know why he broke up with u, right?

NightGoddess: Er... not quite.

BowDwn2MeorDie: It's cuz he luvs u. He wants u 2 be safe.

NightGoddess: Puh-leeze. That's soo General Hospital.

BowDwn2MeorDie: Is it? Dang, that sounded sentimental.

NightGoddess: For shame, wench!

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Yes, I know it's short, so sue me. The 'From the POV of Charity' contest is still up, and the deadline's July 17th. I need some competitors, but since I only have one(armedwithapen) right now, I'll extend the deadline if I have to. Please tell me in your reviews if you're competing, and btw, put ur penname on the email when you send your story to me. Look at chapter nine for rules and other details.