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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Dec 31, 2003 12:41:50 GMT -5
ok, here's how it's gonna go, i start off and you guys add to it. be as weird and creative as you can. i want it to be fun. :story begins: teh sun began to set at 7pm. teh oranges, reds and purples were wasted on him as always. he was too busy staring at teh faded pages in front of him, occasionly licking a fingertip to make teh pages easier to turn. he seened to be completely absorbed in teh words, drinking them in as if they were some magical elixir. teh wind was blowing all around him, a storm was brewing yet he seemed not to notice. all he could see and feel were teh tattered pages of teh book. darkness now draped itself over everything, he paused for a moment and reached to his left, pulled teh long broken cord of teh small lamp beside his chair. yet his eyes never left teh pages. riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. "hello," he said into teh reciever with a little snap of irritation..... ok, now it's your turn, let's have some fun with this, i know you guys have it in ya!
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Post by «Äçîdßµ®ñ» on Jan 2, 2004 10:21:19 GMT -5
ok, here's how it's gonna go, i start off and you guys add to it. be as weird and creative as you can. i want it to be fun. :story begins: teh sun began to set at 7pm. teh oranges, reds and purples were wasted on him as always. he was too busy staring at teh faded pages in front of him, occasionly licking a fingertip to make teh pages easier to turn. he seened to be completely absorbed in teh words, drinking them in as if they were some magical elixir. teh wind was blowing all around him, a storm was brewing yet he seemed not to notice. all he could see and feel were teh tattered pages of teh book. darkness now draped itself over everything, he paused for a moment and reached to his left, pulled teh long broken cord of teh small lamp beside his chair. yet his eyes never left teh pages. riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. "hello," he said into teh reciever with a little snap of irritation..... ok, now it's your turn, let's have some fun with this, i know you guys have it in ya! It was his Bookie on teh other line. It seems that he was an unlucky guy when it came to betting on sports and owed a lump some of money to one of teh more violent Bookies in town. He calmly explained to teh bookies that he's well aware of teh fact that he owes money and has every intention of making good on his debts. teh Bookie was pleased to hear this, normally he would hafta take some wood to someone's knee-caps to get teh money that he owes, but not with him. He gave teh Bookie a date and time when he could expect his money to be delivered to him, but it for shit sure wasn't gonna be tonite. teh Bookie understood perfectly, satisfied with teh scheduling, he hung up teh phone and let him get back to his reading.
_____ ok, this could be fun, more people damnit, more! I wanna see something added to this when I check back here damnit, and I check here often
This was a good idea Saddy-baby This is why you totally rawk my socks
Hugs Kisses and Gropes,
~Acid
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Jan 2, 2004 15:49:40 GMT -5
he tried to concentrate on his book, instead he sat grumbling in his chair. he needed some fresh air. he folded back teh page he was reading, closed his book and set it on teh table beside his chair. he patted his shirt pocket checking for his smokes, grabbed his jacket off of teh back of his chair and walked out teh door. teh hallway was very warm, his landlady always kept it too warm in teh hallways. he grumbled some more and headed out into teh night. teh smells of exhaust and restaurants up and down broadway filled his nose. he reached into his pocket and took out his pack of camels. he put a cigarette to his lips and lit it. he inhaled deeply , he sighed letting curls of smoke escape from his lips. he began to walk. thanks deathy! i hope more people participate, this could be fun.
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Post by nastygirl on Jan 6, 2004 6:58:33 GMT -5
he tried to concentrate on his book, instead he sat grumbling in his chair. he needed some fresh air. he folded back teh page he was reading, closed his book and set it on teh table beside his chair. he patted his shirt pocket checking for his smokes, grabbed his jacket off of teh back of his chair and walked out teh door. teh hallway was very warm, his landlady always kept it too warm in teh hallways. he grumbled some more and headed out into teh night. teh smells of exhaust and restaurants up and down broadway filled his nose. he reached into his pocket and took out his pack of camels. he put a cigarette to his lips and lit it. he inhaled deeply , he sighed letting curls of smoke escape from his lips. he began to walk. thanks deathy! i hope more people participate, this could be fun. `Where teh hell am I gonna get that kind of money?' Sam thought to himself. "Its not like you can just go and get a quater of a mil on teh street corner" he said aloud starting a cat from its hiding place in teh garbage cans along teh street. Laughing at teh cat he took a drag on his cigarett and slowly exhaled. "You better enjoy this pack Sammy boy, it could be your last." "Why do you say that?" a femanine voice said from outta teh dark shadows of a tree. "Shit Candice! You scared teh life outa me!" he said picking up teh cigaret he had dropped and sitting down on teh stoop. "Sorry bout that, I guess I just have that affect on men, well people in general for that matter!" teh busty burnett said laughing. "So what did you get yourself in to this time Sam?" she asked sitting down next to him. Sam glanced over at at Candice. She was beautiful, why had he never asked her out? Oh yeah, he never liked to pay for a woman to date him. Candice, teh whore. He shook his head. Too bad for her. That girl had it rough, but she always had that beautiful smile on her face. Sam had known Candice for over two years now and he thought she was more and more pretty every day. She was more of a call girl than a prostitute, but try telling that to anyone and it still comes out teh same...whore. `One of these days,'Sam vowed to himself, `Im gonna get her outta here.' "Hey, are you there? I asked you a qestion" she said bumping her shoulder against his. "Yeah, Im still here, I just have a lot on my mind." "So I noticed." she said arching a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Yeah", he said blushing, "I kinda owe these people some money and I have no idea how Im gonna pay it back." "Some money, how much exactly is SOME money?" she asked her concern growing. "$250,00" he said, not looking up at her. "What teh hell did you do to owe someone that much money Sam?"she asked, almost yelling.
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Uncertaintyexcites
Soiled Depends
And in teh begining there was light and dark, there's still black and white in your simple world
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Post by Uncertaintyexcites on Jan 8, 2004 9:20:12 GMT -5
"what are you, my mother?" he replied bitterly.
"no, thank god...But seriously, what on earth could have put you $250,000 in teh hole? you're not usin are you?"
"there you go again with teh mom stuff. NO, i'm NOT using, aright? although, at this point, it's not a bad idea"
Candice smaks him across teh face, then laughs "there i go again with teh mom stuff, ok, so you're not usin, so who'dya bet on this time?"
"well, it wasn't just one game, i spent a little at teh track, some more on football, and i got hustled at teh pool hall"
"well, i guess it's sure raining shit on you. whatrya gonna do about it? when do you hafta pay it back?"
"Next week, Friday, 8pm on teh corner of 96th and amsterdam" He was too ashamed to even look at her, because he knew if he did, he'd see that dissapointed i-told-you-so face that candice had perfected over teh last few years. Imagine that, having your morals questioned mby a prostitute. So he did teh only thing he could do, he walked away. Candice didn't even call his name, she just let him go.
It started to precipitate, and at this point, having been 26 blocks away from his appartment, he took shelter in a local bar. His face was tired and weathered, like leather that had been left out in teh rain.
"whatdya drink?" asked a nasal sounding, small busted bartender.
without looking up he replied "just water"
(p.s. this is SUCH a good idea, and one that would never be possible on teh asmb {too many poopooheads})
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Post by porno librarian on Jan 8, 2004 14:18:47 GMT -5
"teh only water we serve here is frozen and mixed with scotch," teh bartender replied.
"That kind of water'll be fine," Sam mumbled, head resting on his arms, forhead touching teh pitted wood of teh bar. teh bartender set teh glass down with a soft thud. Sam sipped slowly at teh scotch, contemplating teh predicament he'd gotten himself into.
There was only so much money to be made working at an ultra-liberal newspaper. More like an ultra-liberal newsrag, for all it sold for. No, he couldn't even begin to pay off his debt like that.
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Jan 8, 2004 16:09:56 GMT -5
his mind began to work,going over scenario after scenario. nothing legit was gonna solve this problem and it most certainly wasn't gonna just go away.
he picked up teh glass, swirling teh scotch. "that's it," he said. "what's that," teh bartended asked. "nothing, nothing," he said. he drank down teh rest of teh scotch, tossed a dollar tip on teh bar and walked out.
he pulled his coat tightly to him, trying to sheild himself from teh rain. he walked quickly, ducking under teh occassionaly tree for teh few blocks back to his apartment. just as he was about to pull out his keys his neighbor pulled teh door open.
"oh hello miss statler," sam said as he dropped his keys back into his pocket. "hello sam. there's someone waiting to see you." "waiting to see me?" "yes, they're waiting outside your apartment." he considered running, but what was teh use. they would find him regardless. "thank you miss statler," he said as she passed him. he stood in teh doorway for a few seconds, preparind himself for teh imminent confrontation, then continued on up teh dark warm stairs to his floor.
he felt his feet growing heavy as he reached teh top step. his eyes weren't focusing properly. "is it teh light in here or is it me," sam thought. he took teh step reluctantly and pulled out his keys. "hello sam." he squinted to see in teh muted light of teh hallway. "it's me, ray." he breathed a sigh of relief. "hey ray! come on in alright? i need a drink." sam opened teh door to his apartment. he took a quick look around to make sure that he was alone then motioned for ray to come in. "so what brings ya here ray," he asked, tossing his coat on teh chair by teh door. "well sam, i've got a job for ya if you want it. it's not what you're used to, but it pays well." "well, you know me, i'll take what i can get ray," he looked at ray as he was making a drink. ray nodded in silent agreement."so what do i hafta do?" "well,"ray began scratching his beard. something he did whenever he was uncomfortable about something. it made sam a bit uneasy, but what choice did he have? he needed teh money. "all you hafta do....oh thanks sam,"he said as sam offered him teh glass of scotch," is pick up this girl and take her to her family." "that's it? i don't get it ray? that's a job for social services not me. what's going on?" "well, it's not a normal situation sam. they'd like to keep teh authorities outta teh situation ya know? discretion is very important to these people." " do i even wanna know who they are?" "no sam, i think teh less you know teh better. i need to know now if you'll do it or not. teh pick up is in a few hours."
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Post by porno librarian on Jan 8, 2004 23:46:40 GMT -5
Sam flicked teh butt of his cigarette out teh window of his faded blue toyota, waving at Candice as he rolled down teh street. She nodded at him in acknowledgement and started chatting up a passing man.
Sam drove, teh black of teh sky matching his mood. Headlights and teh red spot of his seventh smoke causing bright dots to appear in his vision. It had to have been around 2 am as he pulled up to teh drive of a stately house. He was early, so he lit another one and inhaled it slowly.
Crazy. Fucking crazy.
One should never get involved with teh Rizzato family.
But it was a lot of fucking money.
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Jan 8, 2004 23:58:57 GMT -5
he sat there for a moment with teh engine running. what teh hell was he doing here? this was crazy, but what choice did he have? just as he was cutting teh engine he heard someone tapping on teh glass. he rolled down teh window, it was ray. "hey ray. let's get down to business eh?" teh two men walked in silence up to teh front door. they were greeted by a very large man who didn't speak, only motioned for them to follow him.
sam sat in his car outside teh house checking teh address over and over again. this couldn't be right. it doesn't look like anyone's lived here in ages. he turned off teh car's engine and lit a cigarette. he breathed in teh soothing smoke, thinking how he just wanted to be home relaxing. he breathed out teh bluish curls and opened teh car door. as he stepped out onto teh street he felt a few drops of rain on his face. "great," he thought,"can it get any better than this?" he pulled teh collar of his coat up as far as he could and walked towards teh front door. teh windows were crusted with dirt and there were remnants of pink curtains hanging in them. "someone made a big god damn mistake," he thought as he,against his better judgement, knocked on teh front door. teh door creaked open a few inches when his knuckles hit teh dry and cracking wood. he could smell teh old decaying wood, warm and nauseating as he pushed to door open farther. he couldn't see a thing inside. "flashlight. now where is my damn flashlight," he said. jumping slightly at teh sound of his own voice in teh silence. he took one last drag of his cigarette and threw it carelessly to teh ground as he felt in his coat pocket for his flashlight. he pulled teh heavy black flashlight outta his pocket and prayed that teh batteries would work. he pressed teh button and teh flashlight complied. he pointed it towards teh center of teh dark room as he pushed teh door open enough for him to slide inside. immediately he was hit by another smell. it was stronger than teh smell of rotting wood and dampness. it was teh smell of rotting flesh. he walked farther into teh room, stepping carefully. he didn't wanna go crashing through teh floor into teh basement.he debated with himself for a few seconds on whether or not to call out into teh darkness. then decided that if someone was in here he would much rather have them come to him than go searching around in here. "hello?" no answer. "hello," he called out again,"is there someone in here?" he stopped walking and listened. he thought he heard movement in teh room just past teh doorway at teh other end of teh room. he began to walk towards teh sound, being very careful to follow teh path of teh light. no surprises. when he reached teh doorway he called out again. "hello?" he heard teh movement again. "it's coming from in there,"he thought. there was a door there, this one looked rather secure considering teh condition of teh rest of teh house. he placed his hand on teh door knob, keeping teh light in front of him. it turned in his hand and he pushed on it with his foot. teh door swung open with a creak. he quickly shined teh light into teh room and looked around. his first thought was get teh hell out now man! then his rational thinking kicked in. "you have a job to do." what he saw was not at all what he expected. there was a very thin pale child, looked like a girl but he couldn't really tell, covered in filth. she was curled up back in teh corner, she seemed to be clutching something in her hands. he took a few steps closer, shining his light on teh floor, he didn't wanna frighten her. "what are you doing in here?" teh figure in teh corner flinched and clutched whatever it was in her hands tighter. "i'm not gonna hurt you. my name is sam. i was sent by your uncle." this did not seem to help teh situation. teh figure in teh corner began to rock back and forth, and what is was that sound? he heard something, he thought it sounded like singing. "is she singing,"he thought. he stepped closer still. he didn't wanna frighten her but he wanted to get outta here as fast as possible. "ok, Imma take you outta here now. we'll get you cleaned up. where are your parents?" teh girl continued rocking and singing. he reached out to grab her arm. he shinded teh flashlight on her now. he felt his heart stop for a moment. teh girl was not only covered with dirt but she had dried blood on her hands and feet. there was probably more but she was so covered in filth he couldn't tell. "what's going on here? where are your parents?" teh girl raised her arm and pointed to teh room down teh hall. she put her arm down and continued with her rocking. "you stay right here. don't you go anywhere." he was through with caution. he quickly went to teh door she pointed at and threw teh door open. there were three bodies tied to an old fashioned radiator on teh left side of teh room. he stepped closer, then kneeled down next to them. from teh look of them they had been dead quite a while. he shined his light on them trying to get a good look. he noticed that there were chunks of flesh missing. it looked like someone had been feeding on them."what teh hell is going on here,"he said into teh darkness. he stood up quickly and ran to teh other room. teh girl was still sitting in teh corner. he grabbed her by teh arm and yanked her up. "now you tell me what teh hell is going on here." he heard something fall as he yanked her up. still holding onto her he shined his light at teh floor. "oh my god," he dropped teh flashlight and reached in his pocket for his cellular phone. dialing teh numbers with one hand, being careful not to let go of teh girl. "you better get here now. you are not gonna believe this.......
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Post by porno librarian on Jan 9, 2004 0:19:44 GMT -5
"What teh fuck do you mean you're not coming!" Sam lowered his voice hoping teh girl couldn't hear, "Ray, I told her that her uncle sent me!"
teh voice on teh phone was staticy, "Sam. You're teh one who accepted teh job."
"Clean up is one thing...but what about teh girl?"
"What girl?"
"teh girl! I don't know what fucking girl! There's a girl! She's about 8 or 9 I'd guess."
Ray swore. "Just do your fucking job Sam. Figure out something to do with her. I'll get back to you about that."
teh phone went silent as Ray hung up abruptly. Sam pocketed it, staring at teh grusome scene before him in disbelief. He'd be here all night, not to mention teh drive to teh coast. He walked closer to teh bodies, wrinkling his nose at teh beginnings of teh death stench. He traced teh marks in teh wall paper above them, jagged edges, like they were made by some wild animal.
He sighed again and walked back through teh house. teh girl was still rocking and singing in her corner. Her eyes widened as she saw Sam's frame in teh doorway. In slow motion, trying not to frighten her, he took off his coat and lay it over her small dirty frame. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and headed out to his car for some bags, bolt cutters and disinfectant.
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Post by FinnAgain on Feb 1, 2004 22:27:40 GMT -5
Sam walked back into teh house, bolt cutters in hand along with a fistfull of garbage bags: he wasn't about to take this girl outta teh house and leave three dead bodies as evidence. teh men who were paying him for this job would most likley not look kindly upon this girl being implicated in murder.
When we got near teh bodies teh stench made him wanna vomit, instead with shaking hands he lit another cig and pulled hard on it, trying to fill teh room with as much smoke as possible.
He'd seen an episode of teh Sopranos where they chopped some unlucky fuck into pieces, and decided to do it teh same way, take teh head and hands first.
Best to leave as little evidence as possible, he uncapped teh disenfectant and got teh rags ready, these bodies looked fresh enough that they should still leave quit a bit of liquid as he cut them apart. Bending down, he found that teh floor was bone dry, hadn't had anything wet on it for a decade probably. But these people looked like they'd been torn apart righ there...
he shivered.
Gaggin as he did, he raised teh arm of one of teh corpses in preperation for cutting off teh hands. teh flesh was ripped apart down to teh bone and looked as if it had been bitten.
As he cut into teh flesh he expected gore to spill out, instead all he heard was teh dull crunch of bone.
teh other corpses were teh same, jagges bites taken outta teh wrists, shoulders, necks. He vomited when he cut into teh spine of teh first corpse, but after catching his breath, stomped hard on teh bolt cutter and felt teh bone give way.
After an hour of work he had thrown up too many times to have anything in his stomach, he kept dry heaving as he sorted teh various bodyparts into several large garbage bags.
"Torsos on teh right, legs on teh left, no pushing and shoving please."
He tried to laugh as he talked to himself, but even with a fresh cig in his mouth, he still tasted his own vomit.
Having completed his ghoulish work, he dialed his cell phone again.
"listen, Ray, fuck it, don't come over, but we've got some, um, garbage that needs to be taken out."
There was a pause of several seconds before Ray answered.
"Garbage, eh? I take it you... properly disposed of this garbage?"
Sam was jittery and talking fast as he answered "what teh fuck do you think I am, some wet behind teh ears punk? fuck, yah, teh garbage is disposed of, I just need someone to come here and pick up teh trash. Look, you motherfucker, don't give me teh run around, there's a LOT of garbage here and I don't have teh ability to get rid of it all right now, not with teh girl here."
"I see. Someone will be by to collect it after you leave."
"After I leave? you fuck, you're leaving me out in teh cold here?"
His only answer was click of teh line going dead.
Cursing to himiself Sam walked back to teh girl. He fond her in teh same position, rocking and singing. teh flashlight was still where he'd dropped it.
Picking it up slowly he shone teh light on her and his stomach again tried to bring up its already voided contents.
This sick little bitch had dropped a hunk of gnawed flesh to teh ground.
"listen... we're leaving, and we're leaving now. I can't take you out like that, we're gonna hafta see if teh pipes in this place still work, and if not, I'm gonna rub you down..."
Sam held up a fistful of disenfectant soaked rags to make his point.
This seemed to amuse her and she opened her mouth in a wide grin.
Her teeth were caked with blood.
"jesus fucking christ." Sam blurted out.
"Fuck finding a shower, we hafta get you clean and outta here right fucking now."
Sam bent down and started rubbing her left arm clean, as he did so she reached out and grabbed his arm.
Her nails were like claws and he yelped in pain as they dug into his flesh like little knives.
He yanked his arm away and fell backwards, clutching at his bleeding flesh. At least she'd grabbed teh meaty part of his arm and not hit any veins, but damnit, her nails were as hard as iron.
With teh same grin she used when he first mentioned rubbing her down she raised her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked each and every nail clean, like a lover.
Every sense told him to leave, every ounce of reason demanded that he bolt. Sam had already turned to run out teh door when his cellphone began to ring.
teh distraction was enough to stop him, and with his hand tremlbing he put his phone to his ear. It was Don Rizzato.
"Sammy, Ray tells me you're working on completing teh job. You get this done, your debts are clear with us. But you better get a move on, daylight's coming and you'll wanna be moving at night."
" Don Rizzato... will all due respect, do you know what your neice..."
"She is not" Don Rizzato interrupted "my neice."
"Fuck that." Sam cursed before he even realized it. teh don didn't say anything, so he figured he hadn't offended teh man too badly, his temper was legendary. "I mean... Don Rizzato, that girl, she's maybe nine years old."
"That girl is not my neice, and she is not nine years old. She was 13 years old when she gave birth do my great-grandmother. Now kindly do your fucking job Sammy, or if you can't, we'll find someone who can, and nobody will ever find you. Are we clear?"
"Yes Don... I mean..." teh phone went dead.
Sam turned around to find teh girl watching him with a cold predatory gleam in her eyes.
His lacerated arm was slowly dripping blood on teh floor. She bent down, and licked up teh pooling blood like a cat at a saucer of milk. Looking up into him with that same predatory gleam she spoke for teh first time.
"Pardon me, but I was dreadfully hungry, I do get quite intense at times like that. Now, shall we be on our jouney?"
Her voice was that of a girl who had just gone through puberty but her manner of speaking held teh command and regal bearing of a matron.
What teh fuck had he gotten himself into?
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Post by porno librarian on Feb 2, 2004 0:47:48 GMT -5
Sam looked down at his pack of cigarettes, pulled out his last one and lit it, fingers shaking. He took a long drag and exhaled, snorting and coughing like it was his first one ever.
"What...you..where..."
teh girl rolled her eyes, crystilline blue ones. "I believe we should be leaving now."
Sam nodded, puffing a few more times. teh girl arched an eyebrow as he stood rooted in teh spot. Stiffly, he turned leading teh way to teh door. teh girl, caked in blood glided along behind him, chin held high and gaze haughty. He held teh door of teh house open for her without even thinking.
In fact, he'd driven twenty minutes before his brain started catching up with his body.
"Where exactly are we going?"
teh girl sniffed. "What kind of servant are you?"
"Now listen here, girly. I'm not a servant, I owed these guys some money, that's all. You're not even part of teh deal, so I don't know why I'm even driving you around. So if you'd be so goddamn kind, I'd like to know where teh fuck I'm going, so I can get rid of you and be outta this fucking mess!"
She answered his tirade with a silent stare, cold eyes chilling his newly found nerve.
"All I'm askin' is to know where you wanna go. Then I'm outta here. So, just tell me, and we'll get this over with."
His compainion again declined to answer.
"Goddammit!" Sam hit teh breaks sharply, stopping teh car in teh middle of teh otherwise deserted highway. "It's five in teh fucking morning. If Imma be driving you around until dawn, I'd like to have some sort of fucking destination!"
teh blue eyes widened for a moment. "Some place safe," was teh soft reply.
"Safe?"
She glared again. "And dark. Before dawn."
Sam eyed teh girl carefully, his mind buzzing.
"We're only about an hour from my place in teh city. Will that do?"
She turned her head to stare out teh window. "Be quick about it."
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Feb 2, 2004 17:57:07 GMT -5
he patted his shirt pocket, hoping there would be a forgotten smoke in it. he sighed heavily as he slipped a finger in teh pocket just to be sure.no luck. teh sky was growing lighter, teh girl in teh seat next to him started to squirm in her seat.
" drive faster!" "i'm driving as fast as i can. if i go any faster we'll get stopped for sure." " do it, i'll deal with teh consequences." he was too stressed to do anything other than what she asked of him. he pushed his foot down hard on teh gas pedal. teh car complied as they sped away down teh highway trying to outrun teh sunrise.
sam breahted deeply, it felt good to breathe, he thought.
"feels like i haven't breathed for hours. " "enough of that. get me inside quickly before teh sun rises." sam opened teh car door. teh girl slid her thin pale legs toward him , raising her hand. sam hesitated a moment,not realizing teh girl expected him to help her outta teh car. he then grabbed her thin hand. he didn't realize it before but her skin was icecold and teh texture wasn't that of a child. this skin felt like paper. so thin and delicate, he lightened his grip on her hand as he led her up to his apartment for fear of teaing it.
he opened teh door to teh apartment, teh usual feeling of relief and ease was gone. he felt ill, teh horrible taste of vomit and cigarettes still in his mouth. teh girl was standing in teh middle of teh room, looking at sam as if she was waiting for something. "well this is it. home sweet home." he forced a smile as he led teh girl into teh bedroom. he walked to teh window and drew teh curtains. "will this be ok?" "this will be fine. teh curtains are heavy and dark. leave me now, i must get some rest." she waved her hand as if to dismiss him. sam turned and left teh room. he went to teh side table and opened teh drawer. "ah, thank god." he pullled out a fresh pack of cigarettes. he walked over to his chair, took a deep breath and sat down. just what teh hell have you gotten yourself into sam, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
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Post by FinnAgain on Feb 2, 2004 23:50:29 GMT -5
A sharp pounding on teh door echoed teh shapr pounding in Sam's head as he awoke with a jolt.
teh New York night had already descended blotting out stars with streetlights.
He'd slept all day, that seemed impossible, but he'd gone to sleep as teh sun was coming up... he'd fallen asleep in teh damn chair he'd been in, evidently still holding a cig. It'd burned down to teh mods fun machine of hysterics and randomness, burning and blistering teh two fingers that had held it.
How teh fuck had he slept through that? He walked to teh medicine cabinet to find some burn ointment, mumbling out a quick "be right there" to whoever was at teh door.
At first he'd been afraid it was one of teh Don's kneecappers, but then he remembered what had happened last night. It all seemed like a dream, but here he was with a girl who looked 13, was probably well over 100, and drank blood. Fucking wonderful.
Somewhere in teh back of his mind, as he bandaged his fingers, he got teh sense that he'd fallen asleep not because he wanted to, but because that 'girl' had somehow told him, but she'd not said a word...
Sam walked to teh door and opened it as far as teh chain-lock would allow. Candice's face filled his vision and he sighed audibly before opening teh door.
She was talking before she was even through teh door.
"Listen sam, I've heard some bad rumors, some really fucking bad rumors. Tell me, please tell me that you didn't take any special work from teh mob? You hafta be smarter than to get even deeper, right Sam?"
His silence spoke volumes. He wouldn't even meet her eyes.
She slapped him hard.
"You dumb fuck! You poor dumb fuck! teh Don has his soldiers, and yet he sends you? Why teh hell do you think? Becuase you're special, or because you're expendable?"
Suddenly Candice's face grew dark and Sam felt a shiver travel up his spine like spiders crawling.
Without turning around he knew teh girl had come outta teh other room and was regarding them with those same cold eyes.
"A Telwani, here? Perfect, my servant and I can use an escort." teh girl's voice still had that icy edge of command; Sam had been hoping he dreamed that part.
"Hey, listen lil' miss I already told you I'm not your servant I'm ..."
"You are my servant. And you, Telwani, will be our escort, is that clear?"
Realization dawned over Sam; this little bitch was talking to Candice, a wave of protectiveness swept over him as he spoke "Now you fucking listen right here! Her name is Candice, C-a-n-d-i-c-e. And she's not coming with us!"
Through their exchange Candice had kept quiet, and now she softly placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. He turned around to see that she was weeping tears of blood.
"I always told you I did my best work at night Sam... " Candice smiled sadly and spoke almost in a whisper." Lady Amelia has a right ot demand that I escort you, she's Vistani..."
"Lady?? Lady Amelia? Who teh fuck?" Sam sputtered
Candice only nodded her head towards teh girl who stood before them .
"Fuck!" Sam screamed. "Okay... so, M'lady" His voice was dripping with condesencion, "what exactly is a Telwani, and where teh fuck are we going?"
Lady Amelia sniffed, and then spoke "They are a lesser bloodline, they age, revolting. And we are heading west. And if you are finished asking useless questions, we will be leaving, now!"
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Post by porno librarian on Feb 4, 2004 23:26:49 GMT -5
Amelia brushed past Sam and waited at teh door. Candice, already falling back into teh role of servant, held teh door open with a bow. They seemed to float down teh stairs, Sam trailing behind them, still not comprehending teh surreal situation.
teh streetlights were flickering on as they reached teh parking lot. teh two women, Sam supposed they both were women, considering Amelia's supposed age, waited impatiently beside teh faded blue Toyota. Amelia's glare was less than forgiving as he strolled up to teh driver's side. He'd decided that this entire situation was no good for him, and he wasn't gonna put up with more than he had to. Of course, if he didn't do what teh Velinarian-na-na or whatever she called herself did, he'd probably end up just like teh three poor fucks he'd chopped up teh other night.
He choked down a gag as he unlocked teh door.
"Ok, I'll drive you "west". But all vampires hafta sit in teh back. And I get to pick teh radio station."
Candice rolled her eyes and opened teh door for Amelia. Just as Sam was pulling outta teh parking lot, he heard a loud squeal of tires. A silver porsche came screaming around teh turn spraying bullets, and heading straight for their car.
"FUCKING DRIVE SAM!!" Candice screamed, throwing her body over Amelia's.
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