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Cynthia unlocked the door to Bobby’s apartment, then stormed in to the main foyer, taking her purse and slamming it down on the nearest hall dresser before turning around sharply and glaring at a sheepish looking Bobby, who was shuffling in behind her. The press conference was nothing short of a PR disaster, and Cynthia now knew that she had one hell of a battle to get Bobby’s image up and out of the gutter tabloids. The latest scandal, of the mayor’s daughter, was the icing on the cake of a rotten week.

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“Sixteen?! How could you not tell, the girl was a minor?” Cynthia asked with a disgusted face. You could see all her worry lines and crows feet were coming to the fore, and that if he kept up this kind of behavior, that she was going to be needing botox by the end of the week, to stop her from aging so rapidly. Bobby shrugged as he walked past his manager, who clearly was at her wits end.

“It’s not like when you bed a girl you say…Oi, love, you got some ID on you, so I am not committing a federal offense. Kinda kills the mood don’t you think?” That said, Cynthia whacked the back of Bobby’s head, just for good measure. “Well don’t do it again. Hopefully, her father will do the right thing and rush her to the nearest family clinic.” Bobby then brightened, as the wheels in his mind started to turn. “Might not even be mine. You know how girls are these days. All you have to do is blow in their ears and their panties drop off. Could have been the town bike. Ack! Oi…she might have given me a disease.” he said with a stricken expression.

“One can only hope.” Cynthia said, rolling her eyes at his inability to grasp the seriousness, of the situation. Finding focus, she then realized they had more pressing matters. The time trials.

“I need you to get a good night’s sleep, so you will be at the track at six am. So…no more parties, no more hookers. No more. Do you understand?” She said, wiggling her finger at him in a threatening manner. Bobby pulled an innocent face and then made the scouts symbol with his fingers. “Scouts honor. I shall have a little Asian take out and go to bed.”

Thinking he meant it, Cynthia snatched up her purse and headed for the door, as Bobby continued to look innocent. “Good, about time you listened.” With that she left the apartment, while Bobby waited, then rubbed his hands together gleefully.

“Now for some Asian…take out.” He picked up the phone, to call the nearest brothel that specialized in pretty Asian girls.

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“Hello? Sun Le’s House of Pleasure? Mhm…Bobby Williams, room 1123 at the Renaissance Hotel. I would like you to send over the South Korean special…no, make that two. Yep. Thank you so much.” Hanging up, Bobby did a little dance, and went off to shower in preparation of his ladies arriving.

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There came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door. A swarm of giggles punctuated the knocking, only to be followed by a female’s voice that was more squeek than speech—–a pitch two octaves shy of a dog whistle.

“Missaru Wiryams! Prease escuse, Missaru Wiryams! ” Christian groaned at the unwelcome disturbance and burried his head beneath the pillow he had been sleeping on. He folded it around the back of his head and held it tightly against his ears to no avail. The girl, whoever she was, had a voice that seemed to have been dialed to glass shattering frequency. It easily bypassed the flimsy walls of his pillow.

“MISSARU WIRYAMS! YOU DERE MISSARU WIRYAMS?” The knocking grew louder and more persistent. Soon, it wasn’t knocking at all, but furious closed-fist hammer blows that rattled the walls of his hotel room with their terrible pounding.

” I’M COMING! STOP BEATING ON MY DOOR, FOR FUCK’S SAKE! ” The furious pounding ceased abruptly and the room was overtaken by a silence that was only broken by the occassional hushed chortle. Christian swung one leg out of the bed, then the other. His toes curled into the carpet, depressing into the textile surface. He looked to the door—-it seemed to have somehow gotten further away from the bed in his sleep—and wiped a hand down the coarse stubble of his cheek. The action produced a sound that was not unlike that of sandpaper sliding against wood.

He stood up with a great, heaving sigh. Christian did not remember ordering room service and he /did/ remember flipping the little laminated cutout that fit around his doorknob so that it read Do Not Disturb in bold, intimidating type. “I haven’t the foggiest fucking clue”, he muttered aloud to the flowers on the wallpaper and nothing else in particular.

Christian slid open the mirrored door that granted access to the closet and snatched a complimentary robe from one of the coat hangers. It was white, fuzzier than he would have liked, and branded on the lapel with the Rennasaince Hotel’s insignia. Christian looped the robe’s cloth belt around his waist and tied it around his waist. So armed, he answered the door.

When he opened the door, Christian could only stand at the threshold in a bewildered silence. A throng of scantily clad women were lined along the opposing wall, forming a queue that trailed down the hallway and around the corner. One of the women stepped forward and inclined her head to the floor, so that instead of her eyes he could only see the top of her scalp. She had bright red hair and wore what ammounted to a torquoise string bikini—–they were all wearing the same bikini, as a matter of fact. He thought it might have been some sort of uniform, but he didn’t know of any hotel staff that wore /that/ to work.

“Missaru Wiryams! So happy for to take care you. My name is-a White Lotus. “

“White Lotus? Er, can I help y—” He had been unable to complete the sentence. Before he could, the throng pressed forward. Each girl bowed as the first had as they went past him, uttering a brief “Hai!” in the process. Across the hall, a silver haired woman opened her room door open wide enough to see what all the commotion was about. The elderly woman wrinkled her nose at Christian and narrowed her eyes into a scowl before abruptly slamming her door shut.

“Hey-uh…ladies. I think you’ve got the wrong idea here. See, the thing is—WOAH. WHAT THE FUCK?” He had been so surprised that he hadn’t noticed before—–that, and he had made it a point not to gawk—–but these ‘women’ had an unsightly bulge in a place that, anatomically speaking, they should not. Some of them had facial hair and fur under the pits of their arms as well—-and these women were Asian, not French. One of the broads even had a stiffy!

White Lotus stepped forward, sporting a hard on that was all too visible beneath the thin fabric of her bikini. ” Mr. Wiryams, I hope you not fraid of Godzirra movies….”, she said, thrusting her pelvis forward.

“Oh-Kaaaay.” Christian stumbled back inside and made a bee-line to the phone, suddenly feeling woefully underdressed in his robe. One of the he/she/its gave his rear a slap as he hurried to the bedstand, and the stereotype of female Asian submissiveness disolved into cat calls.

“Hello?! Yeah, listen buddy, you have got——sure…..I’ll hold. ” Christian offered the transexual prostitutes a polite wave as he held the phone to his ear. They did not seem to notice, as they were all presently engaged in a massive pillow fight. Johnsons and testicles flopped freely as feathers drifted throughout the room.

“Yes, this is Christian McQueen….room 1122. No, I do not want to pay $75 dollars extra for wifi access——THE LINEN IS FINE, THANK YOU. BUT THAT IS NOT WHY I AM CALLING YOU. THERE ARE TWO DOZEN TRANNY PROSTITUTES IN MY SUITE AND I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW OR WHY THEY GOT HERE! “

Christian plugs one finger into the ear not pressed against the phone, the better to drown out the caterwauling cackles of his guests. “What do you mean…you know. What sort of misunderstanding? I see. Uh-huh. Right. Oh. You’re going to comp me a day to make up for it? HOW IN THE FUCK DOES THAT SOLVE THE SITU—–NO, I DO NOT WANT BE TRANSFERRED TO ANOTHER DEPARTMENT!”

Christian slams the phone down and throws open his door. Now it is his turn to pound on someone else’s door—-room 1123 to be exact. “EXCUSE ME. I THINK YOUR PACK OF WHORES WAS DELIVERED TO MY ROOM BY MISTAKE.”

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Bobby was living a true nightmare, the only thing that could have made it worse, was if his manager Cynthia decided to come back up to check on him. Course, she wouldn’t do that, would she? Trying all he could to escape the gaggle of asian trannies that were tearing up Christian’s room, he sought to get back into his own apartment as quickly as possible. Little did he realize that Christian wanted to escape as well, going as far to wedge his foot in Bobby’s door to stop him from locking him out.

“Every man for himself!” Bobby squealed, with an unusually high pitch voice. Right on cue, one of Christian and Bobby’s neighbour’s came strolling past. A rather flamboyant gent in a very pink robe. With extra bushy brows, and bush in many other places that were plainly visible, he appeared to think that Christian and Bobby were having some sort of lover’s spat.

“Eh? No, this isn’t what it looks like.” Bobby lamented, still trying to shut his door. Only he saw the way that the Tom Sellek lookalike was leering all over Christian, and he had to admit for a moment, he actually felt sorry for him.

“I’m just down the hall. Room 1118. Stay fabulous, darlings! “ ’Tom” chirped as he swanned his way back down the hall with fluid strut. Bobby shuddered seeing him finally leave, and was about to close the door on Chrisitan’s hand as well, when he heard that familiar screech.

“HOLD ON!”

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~GASP!~ It was Cynthia. Suddenly, Bobby yanked the door open and went to grip Christian’s hand, to yank him into his room. It was one thing to escape the tranny hookers, it was another to escape Cynthia’s wrath. If Christian got pulled in, Bobby would try madly to lock the door, while down the hall, another door opened, and low and behold an aging 70′s pop group sensation came out. It was none other than the Village People.

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The trannies heard the deep voices of the 80′s icons and all ran out of Christian’s room, squealing on the tops of their lungs.

“It’s da Viwwage People!!!” Turns out the hotel was having a gay convention, and the aging gay sensation was one of the main acts in the convention room down on the first floor.

Fighting her way through the gaggle of scantily clad girl boys, she barrelled up to Bobby’s door and hammered on it with her fist.

“I’m going to count to three….or so help me!”

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Christian had lowered his shoulder into the door just as Bobby opened the door to pull him inside—–The Marlboro Man charged forward…..and kept right on charging. Fortunately, his progress was brought to a halt by room 1123′s Southerly wall. Christian slammed into it as though performing an upright (and dry) belly flop—-or a chest bump. He bounced off the wall and fell backward, landing on the floor with a resounding thud.

Someone was yelling, a puppy was licking his face, he could hear high-pitched screams in the hall, the lyrics to YMCA

(It’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A! It’s fun to staaaay at the Y-M-C-A!)

thundered against the walls, and there was only one rational recourse available to the two gentleman in room #1123.

” BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES! “

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Either of Christian’s arms stretched backward behind his head, palms pressing into the ground while his legs lifted off the ground and his hips raised——launching him forward onto his feet, where he immediately shoved his hands against the end of the couch he had tripped over. Legs churning, he shoved the couch toward the door like a battering ram.”BRACE FOR IMPACT! ” It would serve as a decent barricade in the event of a homosexual invasion.

What to do now? He felt like one of the survivors in a zombie apocalypse movie. For now, it seemed as if the perimeter was secured…….

“BOBBY WILLIAMS…YOU OPEN THIS DOOR!” Cynthia screeched, her knuckles turning white as she hammered away at the glossy oak door. Bobby looked like a possum that had been caught in the headlights of a Mack truck. He didn’t want to open the door, and he certainly didn’t want to embrace the cavalcade of Asian he she’s, Tom Selleck and an aging gay band.

Out in the hall you could hear squeals and a rough rendition of YMCA. What had happened to the world? Was there a memo that the whole world had turned gay overnight? This was a truly frightening prospect, and not only that, Bobby was standing there in just his Y front white jocks. He really did feel very vulnerable.

He turned his head sharply, to catch sight of Christian, who had landed rather awkwardly after his charge into the room at top speed. Tread, Bobby’s puppy was doing the usual welcoming, save the leg humping, and Bobby knew it was just the two of them against a furious manager and a madhouse hotel. The English ex Formula one racer looked set to burst into tears, as he kept his weight against the door, to try and stop Cynthia.

Fast as lightning, Christian bounded off the floor in an epic flip movement that even had Bobby startled. It was then when he shoved hard against the couch, like some line backer and it was barreling right for the door, Bobby jumped out of the way, and nodded furiously at Christian’s call to “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

Now joining Christian in leaning hard up against the couch, Bobby suddenly realized who Christian was. “Cor…I know you, eh. You’re Christian McQueen.” He then stuck his hand out to shake. “Rotten way to meet….but I’m Bobby, Bobby Williams. Driver for Satan Records. And for the record…I’m not gay. Not like everyone out there!”

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Outside the door, Cynthia was getting really pissed. “I’m going to charge the door!…1..2..3!” She ran at the door and hit it full on, only to fall straight back, since the door was weighted and nearly impossible to ram open from the outside.

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The Dixie Diaries

When it rains

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The number 33 bus pulled up just up the road from the tattoo shop, where Tito was leaning against the door frame, enjoying a cigarette as the night’s trade drew to a close. He had been run off his feet all day, and now he was able to enjoy this simple moment, as he stared out at the rain as it fell heavily onto the street. The bus’s brakes whined and whistled, before the doors opened to reveal the passengers to get off, one of which was a very bedraggled and heavily pregnant Dixie. She was carrying a right load; her art school bag, plus groceries and her hand bag. All looked to be weighing her down. Her black locks were plastered to her head, for she obviously got caught up in the downpour before making it onto the bus. Tito looked totally surprised to see her like this. He was about to call out, but the bus engine roared as it pulled out from the curb, and Dixie vanished down the alley beside the shop, to head to where she did at the garage at the back.

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“Hey Dixie…Hey.” Tito sung out, but she mustn’t have been able to hear him, due to the heavy sound the rain made as it continued to pour. Flicking his cigarette out the doorway, he fumbled to get his keys out his pocket and quickly locked the front door to the tattoo shop and then ran around the corner, to see where Dixie ended up. She at this point was struggling with her bags, and trying to unlock the garage door. Splashing through the puddles, that now lined the driveway, Tito finally caught her up, only to give her a fright when he placed his hand on her wet shoulder.

~Gasp~ “Tito…you scared me.”

“Dixie…whatta you doin’ out in this rain? Come let me help you.” Tito took the keys from her hand and then unlocked the garage door, before reaching for some of her grocery bags and helping her inside. The garage really hadn’t changed much in the past few weeks. Still a real guy’s place, the only thing noticeable was the art work that lined the walls near the bed. They were pictures of Dem. Taken from her memories and then drawn from the heart. It was probably the only thing that kept her sane.

Tito took the wet groceries bags to the bench in the small kitchenette, but kept looking back at Dixie, who had set down her art bags and looked forlorn that they had gotten so drenched.

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken so long in town….now everything is wet.” Dixie said with a sad tone to her voice. Peeling back the leather satchel, sure enough her art books were damaged. She pulled them out one by one, and you could hear the audible sigh as she slapped them onto the small table. Dixie even held up the now empty bag, and you could see the small trickle of water that was coming from it.

In the small kitchenette, Tito was going through Dixie’s wet ingredients, seeing what was salvageable and most of it was, though she had bought some strange things, like pickles and ice cream. Must be that pregnancy kick where women like to eat certain foods. By looking at what she had already in the small pantry and the latest ingredients, Tito couldn’t see how she was going to get a decent feed from it. This started to concern him, as he glanced over and saw her slender frame, with the baby bulge that stuck out predominantly. Was she even taking care of herself? There was no one there to do it for her, and this had Tito worried. Pursing his lips as he put away the wet shopping bags, he said.

“Dixie…go have a shower, huh? I look after dinner. You …need to eat proper food, like my Mumma makes. Is good for you…good for baby. Go on…you dripping on the floor and catcha cold.” Tito actually sounded like a mother hen, or even a bit like his own mother. A frightening thought, but at least Dixie listened. She was starting to get a chill from being wet for so long.

“Tito…don’t you need to close the shop?”

“Eh…I lock the door, no one can get in. I can turn off da lights when I go home. But you…you need to shower and get warm.” He pointed at her bathroom, and had a stern look on his face, like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Dixie held both hands up in surrender, and padded towards the bathroom, picking up a towel on the rail near the door. Tito had something of a half smile of victory as she closed the door, and you could hear the tell tale signs that she had turned on the shower and was doing as she was told. Tito always had a soft spot for Dixie and truth be told, he watched her every night as she got off that bus from town, where she had her art classes and caught up with her friends from the Death Club.

Thinking on his feet, he pulled out his cellphone and rang the local Italian pizza pasta take out store, and put an order in to have delivered to the garage. Probably not the best food to be giving a pregnant girl, but he thought it was a lot better than pickles and ice cream. Looking over at the table where her wet drawing books were, and her bag, Tito went over and attempted to clean it up. One was hanging up her bag on a wire that was used sometimes for clothes inside, and then the books, well, they were beyond saving. Tito knew she would have to get new ones, which was a shame for all the drawings that were ruined.

Shower

Dixie simply leaned against the tiled wall, letting the hot spray hit her and roll down her body in a torrent. Her belly was swollen with the tiny baby within kicking up a fuss, like it usually did this time of night. Dixie was still incredibly active, or tried to be, to keep herself from worrying about Dem, but she simply couldn’t help it. Her friends kept reassuring her that he would be fine, and come back safe and sound to her. Dixie also knew about these people that had taken Mia, and that they would not give her back without a fight. As much as she wanted her best friend back, the cost of this rescue was putting many people’s lives in danger. To Dixie, it just wasn’t fair.

Night after night she came home to an empty garage, and an empty bed. The only thing she had was Dem’s pillow, that held his scent, and she cradled it every night to her. Closing her eyes and just inhaling the scent, imagining he was there laying beside her. Dixie often cried through the night or sat up and drew his picture as her way of dealing with the loneliness and separation from her soul mate.

Absently, Dixie washed herself and then her hair. Going through the motions, like she was almost a zombie. The only thing that jerked her back to reality was the baby kicking again. Clearly, the baby was hungry, and in fact so was she. Turning off the taps, she stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry, rubbing her hair with the towel, and then putting on one of Dem’s large shirts and her briefs. She was nice and clean, warm and dry.

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Opening the bathroom door, she could suddenly smell the wonderful aroma of pizza and pasta. There was salad and a garlic bread, as well as juice and a big bottle of water, all set up on the small dining table that Dem and Dixie use. Tito was already seated and tucking a napkin into his collar.

“Tito…what is all this?”

“This….is real good and healthy food. Now come sit and enjoy!” Tito said, waving his hand across the fare and laughing. Maybe it was cause Dixie’s eyes were about to fall out of her head. “I haven’t seen a spread this good of italian food since I was in St Kilda.” You could hear the change in Dixie’s voice as she waddled over and pulled out a chair, holding her pregnant belly. Tito smirked and then pointed a fork towards her belly. “Let me guessa….baby been a kicking and is a hungry?’Dixie was shocked since, he was right. “How did you know that?” This only brought more laughter from Tito. “My Mumma…she tella me I do that to her, and that she thought I would be a great football a player. I was very good kicker in her ribs!”

Tito poured Dixie a glass of water and then held up his glass to hers.

“To the beautiful Dixie and her bambino. May they be a happy and a healthy.”

Dixie took up her glass of water and tapped it to his, as the sweet red candle on the table shone its light on both of them. This was probably the best meal Dixie had had in forever, and something she sorely needed. It was just nice to be taken care again. This was something Dem would have done had he been there.

The very first bite from her Fettuccine Mona Lisa, which was sun dried tomatoes, bacon, pine nuts and spinach all tossed in a tomato sauce, had her practically have a mouth orgasm. She closed her eyes, and you could see the pleasure written all over her face. To see Dixie happy again, only warmed Tito’s heart and he then decided to mention that they had gelato ice cream for afterwards.

“You shouldn’t have.” Dixie said, starting to get emotional at all of this. The food and the company. Maybe her hormones were out of whack, but she had to take her napkin to dab her eyes. Tito got up from his chair, and then pulled her to standing, enveloping the young Aussie in a hug, as she couldn’t help but cry happy tears.

But it was as he held her, he kissed the top of her head, and you could see a look on his face….one that she couldn’t see. He wasn’t just doing this because he was her friend. He was doing this…because as he watched her, day after day…he found himself becoming more and more entranced by her. Now here he was holding her in his arms. And he had made her smile and cry.

Tito wanted to do so much more…..

“It be..okay my Dixie….I have you safe now.” He whispered softly.

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Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside, Bobby could hear the retarded sound of a man asking lewd questions, then followed closely by that of Cynthia’s voice. He wasn’t sure what was the less of two evils really, but he knew one thing for sure, he preferred taco to sausage any day. Easing against the couch, well more like leaning on it, he listened to his new guest, Christian, talk about how its not that hard to do left turns all day. This had Bobby quirk a brow. “But….I’m used to doing right turns. Woah…this is going to be harder than I thought.” The consolation was that the chicks in the stands flash their breasts as you go around the track. Bobby only thought they did that in New Orleans, and this new development, did make him feel a whole lot better about this Nascar racing gig. Formula one cars go so fast, you would never get to see the tits, they’d be a blur. But if there were a lot of yellow flags, he’d be sure to see plenty. Folding his arms and leaning back, he shot Christian a sideways glance, and then nodded, saying it was cool for him to light up.

“I’d join you, but left me bong in the bedroom.”

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“A hotel guest seems to have had a tiny accident outside my client’s door. Could you come and clean him out of the way, please?”

Chewing gum, the red lipped cleaner looked up at the busty racing car manager, and she uttered;

Madame, ¿qué estás hablando? Él no es un invitado. ¿Y por qué me huele mierda?

(translation: Madame, what are you talking about? He is not a guest. And why do I smell shit?)

Pursing her lips, Cynthia took out a fifty dollar note and waved it before the cleaning lady, since she was now starting to lose patience.

“This can be yours, IF you clean away that man from the door. He is blocking access to my client.”

Looking at the money being offered, the bribe, the cleaner suddenly had a devious look and she nodded graciously, taking the money and then pocketing it into her red lace bra beneath her blue uniform.

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Oh, por supuesto … limpiarlo. Me vuelvo y … hacer lo que pides.

(translation: Oh of course…clean him up. I be right back and…do what you ask)

The cleaner then went right on with opening the room door she was at, and went inside, taking her trolley with her. Little did Cynthia know, the room was occupied, with another guest, that had called for the maid’s extra special services. She even hung a “do not disturb” door tag on the door, and from inside you could hear the chatter of the maid, followed by the laughter of the occupant; a male and then a lot of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

Cynthia had been duped. She stamped her foot indignantly, as luck would have it, another door opened and it was none other than Tim Curry, the famous actor. He instantly wrinkled up his nose at the stench that was now coming from the door of Bobby Williamson, and it was at this moment, he recognized the fallen reporter.

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“I say….whoever knocked out that bastard. I want to thank. Just a shame whoever did it, knocked the shit out of him.” Tim guffawed, before clapping eyes on the voluptuous Cynthia. He saw her strained facial expression and then pointed at the fallen and smelly reporter. “Did you do that?” He asked, curious to see if he was right. Cynthia’s shoulders drooped in defeat.
“Yes….it was me. Did the old…’bend and snap’ and he shit his pants. Just tried to bribe some cleaning lady, who turned out to be the hotel maid for hire. Now I am stuck with a stinky unconscious reporter and no way in to see Bobby Williamson, who is my client.” She heaved a massive sigh, as Tim held up his finger. “Don’t worry love…I have an idea. This is going to be payback for that little piece he did on me in Soho. S’cuse me.” Tim went to the nearest fire hose cabinet and opened it, unfurling the fire hose and gleefully grinning at Cynthia.

“Stand back, lovey. I’ve seen this done in the Moooovies. Time to wash away the great stain.” With that, he turned on the nosele and a massive jet of water blastered the unconscious Dan Weatherby. Cynthia couldn’t help but join in with Tim in his maniac like laughter as Dan coped a full on jet of water. It was a miracle the pair didn’t drown the poor sod.

Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside the apartment, the door was coping a blasting from the fire hose outside, and then a foul sludge seemed to seep under the door. Whatever it was, had Bobby move right back. “Cor…what is she doing out there? I heard women her age had water works problems, but this is ridiculous. I’m getting my stash and bong. Come on…let’s blaze up.” Bobby said with chuckle, withdrawing from the lounge and going to his bedroom, bringing out a bag of weed and his bong. If ever there was a day he needed to smoke his cares away today was it.

He took a drag from the bong, and tipped his head back, lying on the big black sofa in his lounge. “Oh…Ohhhhhh yeah. So….so….right, you know this whole…racing thing. Like….I…I am…the bessssssst at Formula one….but, I got busted, man. You know? Sick! I need some…. *he inhales again, holding it in before letting out rings of green smoke. and smirking*…advice..Yeah…advice. How…how….how do you not get bored turning left….again and…again?’

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Simone was leaning over with her hands on her knees trying hard not to barf from traveling so fast with Christina. Feeling nauseous, she dry heaved for a moment before straightening up to snap at her “Could I get a warning next time!” 

Rolling her eyes yet again, Christina sighed “Is anyone in this town grateful?”
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Simone turned away from Christina to see William getting up slowly in front of a tree and Shannon was standing there waiting. Rushing over to Shannon, she grabbed his arm and stared up at him “Shannon! Stop, please! Just tell me what’s going on. How do you know him?” She glanced over her shoulder to look at William, clearly torn between the two men. William was the one who impregnated her, and she couldn’t just get over him so quickly…even if it was a one night stand. She thought the world of him the night before, but he left a note. Looking back up at Shannon. Simone placed her hands on his chest as if trying to stop him from attacking again. She had only just met Shannon, but she felt a bond with him and was terrified that they would kill each other. Her eyes were soft as she quietly begged “Please stop…” 

Christina just stood to the side with her arms crossed, ready to step in and protect the pregnant woman if things got out of hand.

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A favored spot by the town vampires, aside from the fair grounds, to make an easy killing or feed. Take your pick. David’s crew rode their motorcycles hard across town, then down the old bitumen roads that led to the state forest and of course, the Lake. Sarah, the blood doll rode on the back of David’s bike, as she was his number one…for the time being. A shaky position to be in, knowing David’s temper and tastes. Nick, Brian, Tanner and Matt made up the rest of the crew, with the exception of their guest, Stephan, who rode just as hard to keep up with the others. The blinding headlights illuminated the darkness that surrounded the Lake grounds, and soon all the bikes pulled up at the parking lot, where there were already cars present. 

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David shut off his engine and grinned lewdly as he pointed at the other cars. “Always something going down here. What did I tell you?’ The other vampires all laughed, while Matt slowly took off his helmet and sniffed the air. “You smell that?” David stopped what he was about to say and then his face furrowed till a bright smile erupted. 

“You gotta be shitting me? Werewolves?” All got off their bikes, with David cracking his neck. “Oh yeah, we are going hunting!” 

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No matter what William done it seems Simone got everything wrong and didn’t believed him. Wasn’t it obvious? He was a vampire, he was attacking William, even if its for defense, he was enjoying the fight, she even saw how badly Jennifer state was, and yet she couldn’t believe him? Wasn’t it enough to make her stay away from Shannon and protect herself and the child? William removed his hands from Simone since she seemed pretty much upset with the entire world. She didn’t wanted to see him for the next nine months, she didn’t wanted to have any contact with him, but he had the right to see the child, its not like he wanted the child, but he was going to do what he had to. Its still hard for him to believe that he really got Simone pregnant, how could he be stupid? Right after he broke up with Jennifer and this happens? God its really bad luck. And the first time he saw Jennifer after breaking up with her was at Galtem’s house, in his bedroom, with other bunch of people, and his goal was basically avenge her. 
William took a deep breathe and watched Simone storm off, then he looked back at Shannon. Should he end this fight? Or should he just leave? He done what he could, he warned Simone, but that woman was stubborn like hell. While William was thinking about this, he quickly felt another vampires scent. Oh no, more? So this asshole wasn’t alone? This was what William feared, that his other friends would come over and make this way harder, and William was alone, against this all. It wasn’t only one more, it was way more than that. Now this was a good time to run away. 
Shannon noticed the vampire scents as well, and even if it wasn’t that familiar to him, he could careless, the blood scent on them could be clear that they were dangerous, dangerous enough to take down this werewolf. Shannon grinned showing of his fangs, as he pointed at William with his index finger, then used his thumb finger to give a “thumbs down”, basically saying that William was going down. 
“Its better you run, little puppy.” 
Shannon began to push William to his limits, and question his pride. 
William stayed there, he wasn’t dumb, he knew he had to go before he could get caught, but this guy had to suffer the consequences, and deep inside William didn’t wanted to leave Simone any closer to Shannon or leave her here, even tho Christina was with her, and she seemed to be the only neutral here. William clenched his fists, showing a bit of his veins from his hands, he was thinking and thinking if he should leave, he even took two steps back. But it was like his body didn’t wanted to go either, the anger was too much.

Carpark

The expensive pink sports car pulled up suddenly in the car park just off from the bbq areas of the Lakeside park. Misty and Bianca decided it was not only time to get Jarvis out of his funk about Amelia, but also, the randy rabbits; Shane and Carmen, were driving everyone nuts with their non stop fucking. 

Turning off the engine, Misty slowly took off her sunglasses, and eased back in her seat. Bianca looked in the back seat at Jarvis, who was still pouting. 

“Will you quit being so damn emo and let’s go have some fun, huh? I heard there is a bonfire party being held down here tonight, and you might meet someone…or have a meal, I don’t know.” Bianca said, opening her car door, as Jarvis huffed in the back seat. Misty was already grabbing her bag, and was excited at the prospect of catching up with some friends. Bianca had to tap on the window to get Jarvis’s attention, since he was not listening. “Out!” 

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The Lake

David’s crew were already homing in on the scent of the werewolf, but there were others….and they were not. Matt had picked up on it, and jogged ahead, while David seemed to be taking his time, as Stephan had finally caught up. Nick looked back at him and snapped his fingers. “If you want a chance at the dog, you need to step up, man.” He joked, laughing as David checked to see his blood doll Sarah was behind him. She was timid about being by the lake this time of night, even with David and his crew. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, stepping over some fallen tree branches and trying not to catch her skirt. David placed an arm around her and brought her close to him. “It’s just a bit of fun. Not like this is going to be a war zone. it’s a family park!” He laughed and she grimaced whilst nodding. 

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Matt was the first to arrive on the scene, where Shannon and William had been facing off, and the young mermaid and other girl were not to far from them. Matt seemed to recognize William from the nightclub that Galtem owned, having been there a few times with Nicole. The others he didn’t have a clue about. “You guys realize this is a really bad part of the lake to be enjoying the sights this time of night.” He was giving them a warning, but it came all too late. 

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“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOO! Hahahahaa. I smell a furfag.” It was David, and he had come up behind Matt who suddenly looked worried. Although he was a part of David’s crew he didn’t always approve of his methods. The other crew members came up along side, and Nick blew a kiss at Christina. “Fuck…we got hot bitches.” David then spied Shannon, and pointed at him. “We interrupt your date?” The others sniggered, as just then the crunching of leaf litter showed there was more approaching…the shocking part was of who it was. 

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“Are you sure the bonfire was tonight, Misty?” Bianca groaned as she got swatted by another leaf laden branch. “I can’t see shit.” 

The crew looked around and Matt was the first to recognize them. They were Shane’s crew. What the hell were they doing here? Matt started to motion with his hands for them to leave, when David spied them. 

“Well lookie who we have here. The Disney kids. Now I am torn on who I want to attack first.” Clearly, he had his sights on ramping up the war with Shane, and one werewolf, was not going to keep him amused long. 

“David?!” Misty shrieked, as Jarvis came in behind her. When he saw all the people, he knew none of them were human. “I thought this was a human party. Oh no, not these guys.” Now there was a standoff, between David’s crew and Shane’s. Anyone in their right mind….would run. 

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Stephan had followed on his bike and listened with rapt attention. His senses alight with the smell of werewolf. It had been a long time since he had been on a true declared hunt. This was indeed going to be fun. He knew almost immediately as they came upon the firepit who was the were. The scent was full on him and though the others werent so quick to move Stephan had remembered Davids words all too well..

“If you want a chance at the dog, you need to step up, man.” 

Wasting no time, he moved with this speed of an ancient vampire off his bike to attack the were. Moving to bite and drain him quickly irregardless of the spectators. This was going to be fun.

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The vampire just shrugged as she looked down at them all “Looking for something to do, it looks like. Being alive for hundreds of years without sleeping can be quite boring.”

The mermaid just frowned more and stepped back to look at Shannon. It was clear he didn’t give two shits about her and all he wanted to do was to hurt William. The father of her child. Shooting Shannon a dirty look, Simone stepped towards William with a confused look on her face “Let’s just get out of here, ok? You can drive me home so I know you aren’t doing anything stupid.”
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She was going to reach out to touch William…but another vampire moved to attack the werewolf. Seeing the vampire flash off his bike, Christina instantly reacted. With her own ancient abilities, she launched herself at Simone to yank her back. Her arms went around the mermaid’s waist and she had rushed her over to a tree. Pressing her against the tree, Christina spoke sharply“Don’t make a sound…I need to get you out of here before they decide to make a game out of you.”

Simone winced at the impact of slamming against the tree but instantly looked around for William “But they’re going to kill him!”

William keep staring at Shannon till he felt Simone right behind him, she was telling him to get out of here, and that he could drive her at home so she knew he wouldn’t do anything stupid. He isn’t doing anything stupid, well at least not now, but he really should get going. However, there was no time because he felt a vampire coming to him, he was glad that Christina instantly reached out for Simone and took her away from here, so she wouldn’t get hurt by this vampires. However, William got attacked, luckily for him, all that happen was just fall down on the ground, and have the vampire on him, but he was able to at least push him away either with a strong push of his palms, or just grab his neck and throw him away, enough distance to make William step away. He was really going to get in trouble because of this stupid vampires, and this one was totally crazy.
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Shannon watched everything unfold in front of him, even Christina told him that he didn’t wanted to warm the mermaid and her unborn child. This just made him smirk at her, but once he saw the vampire attack William, he took a deep breath, and stared down at the ground, as he bite on his lower lip, before licking it. Should he just help out this werewolf for once and get out of here with Simone? He was already feeling sorry for her, because she messed up with his self, and now he’s worrying about her, and if saving the father of her unborn child, would be something good for her, then he would do it. The poor child wouldn’t be left without a father right?
Shannon used his vampire speed to reach out for William. He quickly grabbed the werewolf’s arm, and pulled him up, just for make him stand back on his feet.
“Don’t get your hopes up, I’m so not doing this for you.”
Shannon showed his fangs once again and licked them. He stared at the vampire that was right in front of him, if he wanted the werewolf he would have to get over Shannon first.
“Just get out of here with the blondie and the brunette, before its too late.” 

What was beginning to look like a showdown, was now turning into a circus, with Stephan taking it upon himself to make first strike, against William. William easily deflected the attack, and left both rolling on the ground, as all the other vampires now focused on this melee. But what caught David’s eye was how the other vampire (Shannon), reached out and used his own speed to pull the were free and to standing. Was he…saving the were?

“Just get out of here with the blondie and the brunette, before its too late.” 

Misty, Bianca and Jarvis, who were already worried about David’s crew being here, were also confused by what was going on. Stephan did not appear to be one of the local vampires, not that any of them had seen before, so his attack, though vicious was right on target with how they behave. Shannon however, was going against the code.

David actually placed his hand up and then roared.

“STOP!” His crew fell back, and Matt wondered what David was doing, since him even calling for a cease was unheard of. Normally, he would encourage it. The white haired vampire marched through the parted throng, and right up to Shannon, whom he had not met before.

“What…are you doing?” David asked incredulously, shooting a look at William, and then refocusing on the lip licking Shannon. “You…are actually SAVING a were? What are you, Doctor Dolittle?” David looked at him waiting for an answer, as all the others fell silent. “Were’s…are our enemy, or did you have the sense knocked out of you?”

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Stephan emitted a low growl as the vampire managed to push him off his intended prey. He hadnt expected that. His own kind had signaled an attack on the were. Once begun this was to be seen by all as fair game. For one to intrude on anothers sport was a crime in and of itself according to ancient law. The other vampires in the gang had already started to move in around to keep the lone vampire from getting away. Stephan and David both were on either side of him when David had signaled a cease attack on the were. Stephan quickly ceased all attacks on the were. He no longer wanted a piece of the dog. He wanted to tear a chunk of flesh from this moronic vampire. As he spun to face him his eyes were glowing with fire and rage and he began to move quickly at his prey. A series of sharply aimed maneuvers were executed quickly. He began with a series of kicks and punches a flurry of movement aimed with precision to take his opponent down quickly and incapacitate him, if the attempt succeeded he would be knocked down and able to be bitten and drained as he was now stuck between both David and Stephan.

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Simone frowned at the vampire but looked past her to verify Christina’s words. Sure enough, Shannon was helping William up. Hearing Shannon’s words, she seemed frozen to the spot and stared at the male vampire. He was doing this for her?
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It was just all so confusing to her because just a few minutes ago, it seemed like Shannon didn’t care. He was more intent on hurting William than he was to talk to Simone about what was going on. But here he was saving William, despite the fact that it clearly pissed the other vampires off. Watching David step up to Shannon, she took a few steps towards them but Christina reached out to grab her arm “Blondie, no! You do not want to get mixed up with that guy. Trust me on this.” Simone spun around to look at her questioningly but said nothing.

It was then that Shannon was attacked by Stephan and Simone whirled around at the sound of the attack “No, stop it!”
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That was enough. Christina stepped forward and yanked Simone back before snarling at Stephan and Shannon “That is enough! I am the law around here and will not watch you tear at each other! There is a pregnant woman here! Do you not fucking understand that?!” But she had no idea if her words fell on either of the vampires’ ears. Shannon was being attacked and Stephan was obviously reckless. Turning to stare at David, she frowned “Will you do nothing?”

Simone was frozen to the spot in fear as she watched in horror “Someone help him!”

“Someone help him!” That was the cry that escaped Simone’s lips as she watched Stephan take on Shannon. Clearly frightened out of her mind from the attacks on William and now Shannon, it brought out the rage in the most unlikely of Vampires; Matt.

Launching himself at speed, he flew past David and intercepted between Shannon and Stephan, which would cause both to be pushed well apart, as David started laughing. His laughter only grew, as Matt got to his feet, his eyes red like fire as he roared at David.“What?! Someone had to stop this fucked up mess!” Matt wiped back the smear of blood from his nostrils and then looked at both Shannon and Stephan. “Get up!” This was a complete turn around from how Matt was usually, but what neither of the two vampires realized was that Matt was still a cop. He had sworn to protect the innocent, and even though he was not on the clock, he was doing his job.

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David’s dark chuckle finally subsided as Christina was saying she was the law in this area. She may have thought that the case, but she still didn’t have it in her to stop the fight. Only Matt was able to achieve that. “And to answer you, Miss…Course I would do nothing. I was enjoying the show, but of course….faithful Matty over here has a conscious, don’t you, Matt?”

Matt snorted and then reached to grab Stephan by the scruff of the neck. “Enough fun for one night, okay Sport?” Matt was now fulfilling his role as second to David, who already had plans in store for Stephan. This had been something of a test. One that he passed. David turned his attention to Simone, whose screaming earlier had grated on his nerves. He cocked his head and then gestured to both William and Shannon. “So you were knocked up by one of these two clowns? And you came down here to watch them slug it out for your affections. Hmm…you must be quite the catch, doll.’ He then showed a diabolical grin, before whistling for Sarah to come to his side, which she did with her head bowed. She was naturally submissive to her Vampire Master, only glancing up under her golden bangs at Simone.

Having had enough fun for one night, David urged his crew to return to their bikes, pushing past Misty, Bianca and Javris, who thankfully they didn’t get into a war with this night. Starting up all their bikes, David threw a look back at Christina and yelled out. “We’ll be seeing you….you owe us.” That said, they all revved their engines, as Matt walked past Shannon, to head to his bike, with Stephan.

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“You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”

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It was always a fabulous crowd for the late dinner clients of the Fallen Fig Leaf restaurant, and also a favoured haunt by one Marissa Tomeii. After having been working as Shane Williamson’s PA now for a few weeks, her earnings had tripled, as well as her lucrative management company that handled some of Derry’s biggest names. But tonight was not about business, tonight was about feeding and pleasure. Looking dazzling in a strapless sequin blue cocktail dress, that suited her hourglass figure to a T, she strutted in and beamed a smile at the matride; Garson.

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“I have your favorite table, Ms Tomeii. Will you be having company this evening?” He asked expectantly, knowing that she always drew a crowd of desirable men to her table. Marissa was already scanning the bar for possibles, and then wrinkled up her nose and pawed the air.

“Probably. I just haven’t decided who as of yet.” Marissa replied with a slight drawl to her voice, that gave it a husky edge. The waiter snapped his fingers and a crew of about three waiters got her table ready as she walked over to the bar. She was unaware that someone had already noted her presence, and watched her over the lip of his glass. With his dazzling blue eyes, a wry smile formed on his lips, and he downed his drink quickly, before sauntering over to stand just in behind Marissa, who was ordering a cocktail.

“Cosmopolitan, if you would.”

“Can’t believe you still drink those, Marissa. Thought you would be onto something with a bit more…kick nowadays.”

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Marissa turned around, and then saw him with her own eyes. At first she was shocked and then she couldn’t help but grin.

“Vincent….you sly devil. What are you doing here? I thought you went to New York.”

Vincent stepped up to Marissa and brought her into a sudden embrace, kissing both her cheeks, before holding her out at arms length. He marveled in her ageless beauty, and cocked his head with one eyes closed and asked.

“How long has it been…eight…nine years?” You never age. I always loved that about you. Like a fine wine, that just keeps getting better.” This was of course said with that smooth tone of his, that always had a woman go weak at the knees.

“It’s been too long. Oh Vincent, remember those nights up at the lake…when we errr….you know.” Course he knew what she was talking about and then paid for her drink, before ordering another scotch. “I would have thought they would name that place after us. Especially after all the places we made love….and fed.” He said with a dark chuckle. Marissa found herself slowly falling for him again. What was it about this mysterious man that was so captivating?

“Well, since your here, why not join me for dinner. I have my favorite table, and I can fill you in on the missing years. Oh and you will never guess who I am working for now. Remember Shane Williamson. The D.A. Him.” There was something in the way she said the name Shane, that made Vincent tighten his grip on Marissa’s arm, and then he remembered himself and loosened it. “Marvelous, last I knew he was a simple lawyer. Sounds like he moved up in the world. So are you dating him?” That was of course the next obvious question, to which he was deeply intrigued to know about. Marissa threw back her head and laughed, thinking it was a tremendous joke.

“Shane? Date? Hell no. God, I have a more voracious sexual appetite than him,and he wouldn’t be able to keep up. No, he is dating Carmen Marquez.

At this Vincent’s eyes narrowed, as he tried to picture her in his mind…if he knew her. Then Marissa added. “She got this huge promotion after she started dating Shane. Works for Internal affairs at the local precinct. Her area covers the state. She is gorgeous. I mean really beautiful. I can see why Shane’s got his hooks into her. Brilliant mind and a body to die for.”

This was now getting very interesting, and Vincent started to guide Marissa to her table, unaware of the dark thoughts that Vincent now had for Carmen.

“Please…tell me more about this couple. They sound…intriguing.”

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When they reached the stream, Calypso carefully filled the jug before Estelle entered the water. She set it by the cloths the other female had brought. She carefully pulled herself out of the white prison dress, not caring that they’d forgotten the clean clothes. She wasn’t going to point it out – she didn’t want to seem like a snob within the hour of arriving. She frowned slightly as she waded into the water, her gray wings spreading slowly. A mere few minutes with Sir Wayne (albeit after quite a few years in a dungeon) had changed her completely. She shook her head slightly though and sank under the water, staying there for quite a long time. When she rose, she only just caught Estelle’s question. She looked to her, tilting her head to the side and moving slightly closer to better hear her.

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“I do not know. Perhaps he will not mind if you ask him later.” She hoped Estelle might tell her if she did ask him, but she didn’t want to ask for favors that were not necessary for her own preservation. She did not know the boundaries of her welcome, but she did swear to herself and to Wayne that she would not cross them.

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