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Posted: Nov 21 2007, 06:51 AM
Member No.: 4
Joined: 19-November 07
WIDBODE : LIFE THROUGH A VAMPIRE’S EYES
“Don, what the hell!” Cassandra shouted at him on the dance floor, cuddling the Dreamer jerk in her arms. “I thought you had moved on.”
Moved on?? How could he move on when his ex wife had run off with his worst enemy: Darren Dreamer. If it weren’t for the big bartender holding him back, he would have attacked Dreamer all over again. What kind of stupid second name was Dreamer anyway??!
“Moved on? More like got stabbed in the back!” he spat, struggling out of the bartender’s clutches.
“Excuse me?” Cassandra said, raising an eyebrow. “Stabbed in the back? What on earth are you on about, Don?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I’m afraid I don’t.”
“Can you just leave me and my wife alone!” Dreamer shouted with a silly smirk on his stupid face. Don was happy to see that he had knocked his glasses askew.
“Why don’t you run home to mummy and daddy and leave the grown-ups to talk?” Don mocked, making sure to return the smirk, but making it much more macho.
Dreamer started struggling to get free of Cassandra’s grip. Talking about his parents always made him mad. Good.
“You know very well that my parents –” he hissed but Cassandra interrupted him.
“Come on, honey, we’re leaving.” she said, throwing Don a very dirty look.
Then, dragging Dreamer after her, they left Midnight Flows and Don was left on the dance floor with the smelly bartender standing next to him. The crowd around them started going back to what they were doing before the fight had broken out.
“Don’t go causin’ ne more trouble or I’ll kick ya out.” The bartender said and left to tend the bar.
Don slouched on after him and sat down in his favourite spot in the corner by the bar. He needed a drink. He gulped his first two down in one go and was about to order another when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle as someone sat down in the empty seat next to him.
“Hello, Don Lothario.” The lady next to him said.
“’Lo.” He replied, not even looking at her. He didn’t want to have to have anything to do with women for the rest of his life. OK, maybe that was a bit over the top––he just wasn’t in the mood for more women that night after seeing his ex wife kissing his arch enemy.
He made to pick up his drink, but she stopped him.
“I have something better for you.” She said calmly.
“Leave me alone.” He moaned.
Then he saw her properly for the first time. She was a vampire––and what a vampire! She was dressed in a black dress that revealed maybe a little too much but that was fine with him. He looked her up and down then wolf whistled.
“Honey, you’re the hottest vampire I’ve ever seen.”
“I know.” She smiled sweetly.
He was too busy goggling at her to notice that she slipped something into his drink.
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