Previously Summary: After yet another prank Belle punishes her two big babies in his own way will have to take blows to each other. For Asher is not new but Jean-Claude are also major problems because the object chosen by his sire to torture the friend is actually among the most dangerous: a copy of words. Will our Asher to recover? And what's in Serbia for the poor Jean-Claude?
Soundtrack: Satisfaction by Rolling Stones
Jean-Claude fell to the ground crying bitterly on the rolled-up newspaper. He realized with horror that the poster for the werewolf Jacob was slightly stained with blood and cried harder. Asher's blood had shed the blood of Asher!
"Please do not whine over" Belle snorted his knees closer to the vampire. "I did not read it yet."
"There're all the same!" He broke Jean-Claude glared at him while Aldo's circled on the head as a kind of vulture. "You say you want me to help and then you are left with everything in less than five minutes. Why do you want to delude myself by saying that the matchmaker between me and my Ashy? How do you think I look now after all that I have done? "
" Fuck Jean-Claude! Have you flogged with a copy of That! Oh well that that newspaper has ruined generations, but Asher should be able to stand it! I also sent to refresh with one of my favorite werewolf! "
The vampire sniffed. "You do not understand Belle, injures the pen more than the sword! "
" I do not understand? "Belle shouted." No, I would say just do not understand how a vampire who dares to speak in this way to his sourdre de sang and hope to stay alive to tell! "
" The term "asked Musette hopeful, Aldo was tired of the dry cat diet and change the mood would have certainly helped.
"No my dear, this idiot does not expect nothing but the coup de grace, not give him that satisfaction. And then there is still another part of the show! "
" Yeah. One in which Asher punish me. "
Belle fixed his eyes liquid and soften his protege. Cursing his good heart embraced the wretched putting the curly little head on the healthy breast. "Even though it seems, you're a man Jean-Claude and as such do not understand a shit. What do you want to know love strategy? Your idea of \u200b\u200bconquest is to beat your big blue eyes and unbutton my crotch! I grant you that you do it with much grace and that in most cases humans who entertain more than enough but Asher is made of a different fabric and your tactics should be put in the finest carpet begging you to do anything. "
"But one time it worked!" whined the vampire.
"Exactly! One time! That time has passed my dear, has come time to change music. Asher needs to understand what kind of monster, ugly, perverse, deviant and evil has become. "
" horrendous, perverted and deviant. Sure! This means that it will be music to his ears ... "
" must accept Jean-Claude, must accept it, let off steam and get on with his life and you need help. "
" What? "
Belle stroked his hair looking with undisguised pity. "I know my dear, you'll know and do the right thing." Whispered putting her a kiss on the forehead.
The drops of blood on the ground froze instantly: Asher again in a splendid form appeared entering looks like a whirlwind and dispensing frozen in a non-existent audience. "Behold, I go for a second and you two clots in my right shoulder and on my bed of torture. There's no religion ... "
" And fortunately, I would add. "Belle said settling crinoline and wigs go to the dogs in pastrugnamento comforting. "Or maybe you feel a longing for a nice relaxing bath nell'acquasanta? Can I give my stock fund and organize a bell'idromassaggio now! The bubbles you want them to incense or myrrh or-"The rest of the sentence is not understood because no one Jean-Claude began to cry so hard that even Aldo fell silent.
Belle sighed, now close to psicofisicaattitudinale debacle. "See what you make me do Asher? The child is upset! "
The vampire appears worth his tears in a passing glance almost tender and then raised his chin and puffed out his chest proudly, turning to his sire. "So what is your plan Belle. Want to see Jean-Claude the monster that I've become, you do not love me anymore, I do not even ruins his mercy! "
" Impossible! Impossible! "Chanted Jean-Claude and the other between sobs.
Belle mentally counted to ten to calm aware that up to one thousand is not enough. "Fuck Asher! A We try to make nice to you, but you slap me the power cables out of the hands! Force that I broke the balls of this farce! Choose your weapon and proceed. And see to do a better job as a torturer tortured that you could not even instigate a duty! "
" Ma Belle! After two centuries to take the fish in the face without a reaction I had to tell him what the fuck? "Jean-Claude
sniffled and nodded. "Poor Ashy, mica has a point ... and then groped to make me suffer less the gesture was still better than it did for me for ages!"
"Holy God. Should I make you forget about me and the lamp of your life but for your luck I have a big heart and a wallet laundry. Want to choose the weapon or not? "
" Where's the paper? "Churches Asher looking around.
"Newspaper? Mhuamhuamhuamhua! Musette you heard? The idiot look "the newspaper! It is not wheat? "
Musette opened her blue eyes innocently. "The term sir?"
"Go play with Valentina my dear, you seem a little single-issue ..." snorted Bellemorte. "Back to us Asher, a similar question to me would have expected from your partner ... you did more sgam snacks."
Asher's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and quickly Fine in a giggling a Jean-Claude, who was handcuffed to a pole with the help of Musette, dressed only in a white cloth model Jesus Christ without a cross or diapers for the elderly. "What would you say?"
"I mean" That "was the weapon of Jean-Claude, not yours."
"And my what? Modern girl? Top girl? "
" No. "Bellemorte stopped a few seconds to ensure the necessary suspense and then, with half satisfied sip, shoot." A great spiked club. "
" Ahhhhh! "Asher sighed with relief brushes her hair from front. "A spiked club." Then rolled his eyes. "A spiked club?"
Jean-Claude sighed resignedly. "Where is my crown of thorns? Forgive him, dear reader, because he knows what he does. "
" Yes my dear a nice spiked club. Does not he miss the good old days? Here's your chance. Carpe diem! Get Them! "
" But I can not ... "She whispered the vampire set before the friend who had already addressed the ecstatic face to the sky in search of spiritual saints and then stick the ravine full of tips that would give him shiny silver the ever-helpful Musette.
Jean-Claude stared at the bomb repressing a shudder horror. "But at least you sterile? How disgusting germs ... "
" On Ashy, Jean-Claude do see what you can do. "It makes Belle rubbing his hands." Let us see how to entertain the suggestion. Musette? MUSETTE? Bring me the umbrella that I do not want splattered with blood crinoline. "
The vampire settled on an armchair in the front row, but not too much, you see blood splatter as above, the plastic umbrella in one hand and a vodka martini shaken, not stirred, in the other. Musette settled between Asher and Jean-Claude in a tight angle with Ciack in hand. "Go with the first."
Asher closed his eyes and placed a question- with the spiked club. We put it all to hit him without hurting him but he could in any case to let him skip a nail of the foot.
"Ahio," groaned the victim. A Fine
choked on the martini. "Ahio? But what is this stuff? Are you comb the dolls? I want to take the mace and held it stick in the ass? Give him a decent punch or doubling the dose! "
Asher was on the verge of tears, and Jean-Claude pity, resolved to remove the hook. Maybe Belle was right, perhaps his Ashy needed to vent a little. "Did you hear that shit? Want to take the doubles as well? "
" I know you do it on purpose to add it to give. No helmet. I'm too smart. "Jean-Claude laughed throat, his head pouring back as the chains that would allow him blocked.
"Yes, yes Juli I always said you were a bright boy. Especially when he spoke ill of you. "
Asher meanwhile, went on to hit before the other foot, then a lock of hair, then some hair on the right leg. "He does not attack Jean-Claude, are too smart."
"He said you only hated because I was one of the benefits and that he was tired of mending socks and pick up the hair left over. And thank heavens he did not wear underwear. "
Belle with delight, picked up a nice sip of martini through a straw. "But that low blow ..."
"So I know it's all a sham! Lalalalalalala not hear you! "
" a fiction? "Repeated Jean-Claude still laughing. "Of course! You were our favorite joke, and by the way of fiction ... "
" Lalalalalalalala "kept yelling Asher with eyes closed.
"pretending all the orgasms!" Shouted Jean-Claude.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" did in choir and Belle Musette.
"What?" He rolls his eyes Asher. Jean-Claude closed his eyes and cashed his head between his shoulders expecting a beautiful wood that you did not expect too much.
Asher's face was distorted with rage, the fangs bared and hair air seemed the very face of terror. "Let's see who's laughing now, take that!" The mace Jean-Claude struck in the face leaving him half like rustic tomato sauce.
Belle stood up abruptly. What he would do if Jean-Claude had been ruined forever? Shit, I was not even insured! Then he calmed down, Jean-Claude was powerful and would heal this and more. The goal had been achieved, he thought, staring at Asher who completed his hundred shots, laughing hysterically as under the influence of a massive dose of helium or amphetamines, there was no longer needed her.
"fake orgasms? Pretend that! Mhuamhuamhuamhua "
Bellemorte picked up her skirts and went in haste: the umbrella was not enough and the suit was not very sexy. Au revoir
Parody of No rest for the wicked of Morgana71, written with Ricciolineri . There is profit. The names of some characters belong to Laurell Hamilton. These environments belong to various Whitewolf. The original characters belong to Morgana.
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