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indigoskynet, who doesn't have me friended, but the originator last year was sigma7, who was prompted by a comment of reynardine's. How's that for the LJ social network working in mysterious ways?)
(May have crackfic later, though.)
indigoskynet, who doesn't have me friended, but the originator last year was sigma7, who was prompted by a comment of reynardine's. How's that for the LJ social network working in mysterious ways?) April 1, 2006: Business as usual |
(May have crackfic later, though.)
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:33 am (UTC)BTW, random note since I'm browsing through my Tanzfics and deciding which one to write: what do you think Alfred's last name should be? So long all I have is Schmidtke, but that's awfully prosaic.
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Date: 2006-04-01 06:57 am (UTC)BTW, wonder if they're still (or again) keeping all the old junk in the castle, possibly in secret passages and chambers. VK and Herbert must have accumulated several tons of souvenirs over four centuries of living mostly in the same place...
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Date: 2006-04-01 07:07 am (UTC)(BTW, you writing or homework pwning you?)
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Date: 2006-04-01 07:22 am (UTC)here's hoping it doesn't break your angsty writing...
Date: 2006-04-01 07:24 am (UTC)Normally Vlad Dracula would just ignore the knocking, or more likely not hear it at all from the master bedroom on top of the highest tower, but the day before had been the anniversary of his death. After suffering Gabriel’s brooding for six hours, he had managed to get them both drunk in an attempt to forget all about it. The night turned out to be a memorable one, but the corollary was that they were now spread out in front of the fireplace in the dining hall, and the pounding on the door was echoed by a more insistent rhythm in Vlad’s head.
Vlad grabbed blindly at a shirt as he stumbled towards the entrance hall. It turned out to be Gabriel’s, too big for him, so he just left it unbuttoned. Anyone stupid enough to knock on the door to a vampire’s castle at noon did not deserve decorum anyway.
The fact that the visitor was knocking on the gate from the inside, past the locks and deadbolts and portcullis, was Vlad’s first hint that this wasn’t a simple travelling salesman. The other was the fact that the boy – sixteen if he was a day, with blond curls and eyes like a blue-eyed cow – was glowing.
Dracula had spent time in Lucifer’s domain. It took more than a little glow to phase him. “What?”
“Uh – morning, sir!” the boy squeaked as he jumped. His wide eyes took in Vlad’s disheveled form and he blushed crimson. “I- I mean – m-“
“It’s afternoon,” Vlad interrupted irritably. His head was now pulsing with pain in tune with the stuttering. “And out with it, boy.”
“Um, I have-“ The boy gave up on verbal explanations and proferred a letter.
It was parchment, something Vlad hadn’t seen in a few centuries outside his own study. It was also clearly addressed to one Gabriel, Castle Dracula, Transylvania.
Not Gabriel Van Helsing, then? At least that ruled out the Vatican. He was hoping they wouldn’t want their toy back, since he was getting used to having Gabriel around.
“Thank you,” he muttered as he examined the letter. There was another line in the address, in a strange script that explained a lot. “Fare well on your way back.”
The change in lighting made him look up again. The boy’s glow – halo – was pulsing nervously.
“Uh,” the boy began again. “It’s RSVP?”
Vlad snarled. A sleepy growl announced the arrival of a dishevelled – and shirtless, since Vlad had appropriated that piece of clothing – Gabriel in the hall. Vlad threw the letter at him and stalked out of the hallway.
He could think of much better things to do than dealing with cherubim first thing in the morning.
Re: here's hoping it doesn't break your angsty writing...
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