Summary of the previous installments: Our emo-vampire after many ups and downs seem to have come to the crucial crossroads in their history of ammmore. Jean-claude Asher caught in flagrante delicto with the star of her transgender theater company. No matter if they are women, but women fuck not, pliiis. Will there be repercussions? Apparently not, but Asher has something in mind and, for those who follow the photo, no. It is not a saw.
Soundtrack: Killer Queen by Queen
Asher was walking down the long corridors of the residence of Belle whistling. Yes, our tormented vampire was incredibly good spirits and after making skid with a well-aimed kick in the blond baby tricycle that was about to overtake on the right also began to giggle. What could have ever happened?
was back looking so handsome in an absurd way? No, it was just beautiful. France had won the World Cup. No, Domenech was also on the cock to him. He had won the Lotto? No, had not been invented yet. So what?
happy Asher walked step by step retracing the highlights of his last business trip. Extremely satisfactory. Sometimes we wanted a break from the atmosphere exhausting oversexed and densely sperm of the court of Fine and he had taken advantage of in full! It was immersed in the relaxing body and soul of the inquisitions of the Council so as to finish his work a few days before. Whips, studs, bulls of Phalaris ... had a lot of new figures to be exchanged with that slut Valentina and quite a few 'trophy to be displayed above the fireplace next to the portrait of him, Julie and Jean-Claude. He had to hang on the necklace of ears or put nails torn in pout-pourri? So in that asshole Jean-Claude would have said that they were mushrooms and dried rose petals ...
"Asher, dear ..." The vampire
stopped suddenly, he was so absorbed in his thoughts that had not even noticed to have arrived in the main hall. Above all, he had not realized its two occupants: Belle and Jean-Claude. Asher barely repressed a shudder, for once not caused by cold looks or ardeur desirous of any kind. To let him know you're in enough shit Labbruzzo the flickering and shiny eyes of his ex who stared obstinately silver buckles of his shoes as if they were the most beautiful objects in the world. Jean-Claude was a slut with her shoes, but not to that point.
Bellemorte was sitting on her throne, forty feet high. The stand possessed of many steps that clearly showed the benefit enjoyed by its occupants: Jean-Claude at that time occupied the third, following sprint Musette, who was setting up snow slopes on the arm Luigi something with one hand while performing a shiatsu massage to the feet with the other gifts, and the parrot Aldo, who waved the sourdre de sang flapping wings, but Asher had feeling that soon there would be a mixture.
"Just the vampire that we needed." Hissed the mellifluous voice of Belle.
Now, his sire, despite the three thousand-odd years on the rump, had only four tones of voice, the utter emptiness of which only the old are capable, and Belle never used because a lady does not reveal his age the contralto tone sexy cat's in love, good for sex, the findings friendly and torture, incazzatura the eighth full-blown on the Richter scale, a mat, and this: the tone of quiet before the storm that caresses and soothes to leave you alone predict the load of shit that you would bury a little later. Asher was also bet on the amount of shit that would have drowned, but it is worth winning easy when you're gonna die and you can not enjoy the victory?
"Asher, my dear ghost operetta by two cents, go ahead and sit next to your snacks and appears to be of immense enlighten me! Only you can solve the infamous case of missing documents. "
" Documents? "Fine
nails began to dig furrows in gilded wood his bench and the temperature rose several degrees Aldo forcing the poor to work overtime. "Yes, documents, my hideous progeny, the card you have in mind? Those beautiful white sheets on which various kinds of hieroglyphics proclaim changes of ownership and wealth generally in my favor? Do you remember it? "
" Oui, I remember. "Asher sighed, bowing his head.
"And I also am reminded of what documents, specifically, are we talking about? No, do not bother to answer my dear, I do not want your brain cells degenerate further in an effort to remember, I'll tell you. I'm talking about documents he had prepared for the annexation of Park at the Rose Theatre here this idiot. "
" Really ... "He tried to replicate timidly Jean-Claude. Aldo
Belle grabbed by the tail and slapped the vampire insolent in its beak. "No Jean, you do not even talk, I decided that fool from now on will be your new name. And what do you think? "Insinuating continued, turning to another. Asher
we thought for a second and then nodded with conviction. "I think that is very good, my Queen."
"I was speaking of the documents you idiot!"
"I do not know what to say Belle." Muttered back falsely contrite expression.
"But I do. Do you think that they have found inoperable and now soaked with water. And I mean water, not oil or sperm. Do you think the idiot next door and glanced icy Jean-Claude "I told them that we had a dog in the mouth ..."
"Actually I said that a dwarf dressed as a ballerina I tripped and I dropped on the desk chair that toppled that has moved the cabinet that held up a gust of wind power that has flown the documents that have been picked up by a rogue werewolf dog on which I promptly did put a bounty. Dead or Alive. "
" Shut up fool! I remind you that the third step is a short step to the hatch. "Straightened Belle crinoline nervously and took a deep breath. "Let's get back to us when you went dall'imbecille Asher ... before you leave for your holiday in the Council there had them fucking records, I've seen them!"
"Yes it's true."
Belle's eyes blinked more sometimes taken aback. "How do you say is true ... not even a lie, a lie any, we do not even try to defend yourself?"
"No."
"But if I had a fool he had seen them. Then it's all your fault! "Roared, standing up suddenly, while the idiot in question shall carry out his will: he left his shoes for Asher, his clothes to his sex toys ... Asher
"No." He repeated the more challenging the Lord with his eyes colder.
"No?"
"No."
Belle sank on the throne with his forehead. "Musette Christ! Fetch me the Colombian and would not dream of cutting it. "Then he sighed, turning back to that child for her most mysterious of crosswords with no plan and no clue of the Week Puzzles. "Well? We said that you had these documents. And why do not you have given them imbecility? The You got to be the first actor? Mhuamhuamhua "Belle laughed uproariously. "Bella this! Is not she beautiful? Laugh on! Aldo too. "
Asher nodded without even discover half tusk." Oui. "
"Yes?" He repeated Belle. "Yes what? Porcacacca, I'll be a fool not me? "
" Yes, I caught, though in reality it was the first actress. "
" Actress? "Belle scratched his wig and then turned furious, glaring Jean-Claude with his eyes. "You tell me that there are women in your company?"
"You're talking about Cynthia, the one I have recommended you." He parried the poor.
"Cinzia-Ci-Ahhhhhhhhhh! Cynthia! Yes, of course, really a woman with balls, the kind that you like them. And then? You got to get our Cynthia Jean, well. It documents what the fuck what? Did you used to do a blowjob to both? 'Cause you know, I could forgive an affair shaded light of creativity and intelligence in the use of bold office supplies ... "
" No. I'm pissed off and I just threw them away. "
" You're pissed off and have them thrown away. "He repeated parrot-Fine, no offense to Aldo. The woman burst into a forced chuckle. "Come on, do not joke that is not the time. Do not you have really eaten the dog? "He stopped in front of the cold stare of a suicide blond and he took care to check with the lie-detector vampire his mental state. Then she whispered: "Asher, tell me the dog ate them."
"No. I'm pissed off and I just threw them away. "
"You're pissed off and have them thrown away. Musette you heard? "The voice of the Lord was a crescendo of anger and repressed power, close to the explosion. "There was pissed off and threw them out! MhuaMhuaMhua "Musette
skirt pulled from the blood pressure monitor. "Sign, the pressure ..."
"No, Musetta Have you heard? HAS 'pissed off and threw them out. Do you understand? "Belle screamed tearing eardrums for miles. Then there was a quiet moment or perhaps had become simply unbearable all deaf.
"Tell me Asher ... want to die? Want to put an inglorious end in this way to your miserable life? "
" Why not? "He shrugged his shoulders while the vampire Jean-Claude bit his fingers in blood. "I'm ugly, do not and I'm tired of pringles, not to mention the sour cream is a taste of Krauts. Make a little 'you ... "
" Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm taking the piss? Then you dry the fool! "
" Hey! I just want to suffer, not die! "Musette
leaned to whisper in the ear of his mistress. "... You Signò remember your headache ... your problemini ...
"Um ... ok. Do not you dry the fool, but the torture you, the schiavizzerò sevizierò for the other one hundred years of turpitude so you will be further indebted to him and there will be financial maneuver that can recover from the brink of remorse and Moody's in you declasserà emoisterico Class Z -Twilight. Jean-Claude And you do not make your way in the pants at the thought that I ruin the effect. "
" Nooo! "Cried Asher, finally received his equanimity. "He has nothing to do, kill me! I can not take another century to look like I'm good to sacrifice for you ugly piece shit but I love you so! "
" But I love you so ... "Peeps Jean-Claude.
"Do you like that kills you, eh?" Belle chuckled, happy to have finally hit its niche in the private sector. "Unfortunately your worthy appearance, and which seem nell'indecoroso idiot trying to cover, and some that really only a fool would try to fool me to save my ass of a bitch like you, even if it is the only part still good, it was correo made the crime of treason which I obviously can not go unpunished. Are two centuries old vampire's bloodline and your comparison Bellemorte Edward Cullen became a luminary of science! "
At this point, Jean-Claude protested indignantly. "But I've never been rejected!"
"I do not give a fuck, to whip up is proof that the children gives excellent results! My kids can fuck, rape, torture, and no time about it being a mom or castrating apprehensive, but they can not, or can not make them fucking ridiculous money. Is that clear? "The two vampires stared in silence as he repeated the last words of Musette Belle as an echo. "I did not feel well, you understand?"
"Yes, Belle." They said the two bowing his head.
"You say," You were clear, "idiots!"
"You were clear, imbeciles" replied in chorus.
Belle growled in a sudden burst of humor. "Apparently, you need an intensive review of the fundamentals. How about a great revival? "Jean-Claude
clapped her hands enthusiastically, thinking of his favorite purple. "Middle Ages or the Roman Empire?"
"Musette? Go on and polishing equipment, hurry! "He ordered Belle with a shrug. "And as for you ..." She whispered
passing between the two vampires, the aura around him so imbued with the power to make it look impressive, a colossus of evil energy that startled them without even touching them (And also swear that this is the original). "Follow me."
Au \u200b\u200brevoir
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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