Trip to NYC
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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1,179
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1
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Rhiannon
Rhiannon
I own all these characters, so meh! :P
I really, really hate whiny people.
It seems they are always the ones ruining it for everyone else. "Ooo! I broke a nail!", "I'm out of shape!" or, "I can't climb that! You cut off my legs, you bastard!" Can't anyone grow up anymore?
So that is why I'm pissed off at Crimson. She thinks just because she's a prophet she can tell us what we can or cannot do. And besides, maybe we could change the future for the better!
Like that one time she predicted my death. Everyone believed her. They bought me black roses in advance! Turns out the guy didn't kill me.
I killed him.
Well, okay, now I'm rambling. Anyways, to make a long story short, Clarice didn't find out about Crimson's bad idea, which was probably just that triple cheese coney dog she just ate.
Well, after we were done eating, I began heading on home. And, lo and behold, a couple demons spring out in front of me. You would think that these guys would have hobbies.
Before I got the chance to kick their asses, the short and ugly (hell, they were both ugly) one held his hands up like he was a monk or something and said "Wait, Rhiannona! We are not here to harm you!"
If I wasn't in such a generous mood, I would've kicked his ass just for calling me "Rhiannona". Is that Hebrew or something? Jesus.
So, instead, I sighed and gave an exasperated "What is it this time?"
The other, taller demon began. "You must not go to the New city of York."
"That's New York City..." I said. Do these demons have a learning disability, or what?
"Please heed our warning, Princess!" the short demon cried.
"Damnit! I'm not a princess!" I shouted, but they had already vanished.
Suddenly, I heard a shrill cry in the distance. I immediately began running to the sound.
"Gus, what did you get yourself into now?" I muttered to myself as I ran.
I knew at once that the guy the super vampire had in his arms was Gus. He lied limp in the vamp's embrace, his dark silky locks cascading over his face. Yes, I know big words.
So, like the typical vampire jerk that he was, he grinned at me, fangs bared, and chuckled. The little tinkling sound roused Gus a bit. He lifted his head momentarily, revealing a crimson stream of blood flowing down his throat. His head fell once again.
"Stupid bastard," I growled. "Let him go!"
The damn asshole just kept laughing. "I'll see you soon, Rhiannon Woodrick, in the New City of York."
And like a whispering wind, he vanished, along with Gus.
I own all these characters, so meh! :P
I really, really hate whiny people.
It seems they are always the ones ruining it for everyone else. "Ooo! I broke a nail!", "I'm out of shape!" or, "I can't climb that! You cut off my legs, you bastard!" Can't anyone grow up anymore?
So that is why I'm pissed off at Crimson. She thinks just because she's a prophet she can tell us what we can or cannot do. And besides, maybe we could change the future for the better!
Like that one time she predicted my death. Everyone believed her. They bought me black roses in advance! Turns out the guy didn't kill me.
I killed him.
Well, okay, now I'm rambling. Anyways, to make a long story short, Clarice didn't find out about Crimson's bad idea, which was probably just that triple cheese coney dog she just ate.
Well, after we were done eating, I began heading on home. And, lo and behold, a couple demons spring out in front of me. You would think that these guys would have hobbies.
Before I got the chance to kick their asses, the short and ugly (hell, they were both ugly) one held his hands up like he was a monk or something and said "Wait, Rhiannona! We are not here to harm you!"
If I wasn't in such a generous mood, I would've kicked his ass just for calling me "Rhiannona". Is that Hebrew or something? Jesus.
So, instead, I sighed and gave an exasperated "What is it this time?"
The other, taller demon began. "You must not go to the New city of York."
"That's New York City..." I said. Do these demons have a learning disability, or what?
"Please heed our warning, Princess!" the short demon cried.
"Damnit! I'm not a princess!" I shouted, but they had already vanished.
Suddenly, I heard a shrill cry in the distance. I immediately began running to the sound.
"Gus, what did you get yourself into now?" I muttered to myself as I ran.
I knew at once that the guy the super vampire had in his arms was Gus. He lied limp in the vamp's embrace, his dark silky locks cascading over his face. Yes, I know big words.
So, like the typical vampire jerk that he was, he grinned at me, fangs bared, and chuckled. The little tinkling sound roused Gus a bit. He lifted his head momentarily, revealing a crimson stream of blood flowing down his throat. His head fell once again.
"Stupid bastard," I growled. "Let him go!"
The damn asshole just kept laughing. "I'll see you soon, Rhiannon Woodrick, in the New City of York."
And like a whispering wind, he vanished, along with Gus.