Dragoste Întunecatã (SMALL EDIT)
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,094
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Panty Raid of Death
Wow, is all I have to say to you guys! Thanks for all your help and I will definitely need some help with my Romanian in the future. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a need or want to use it and my mind isn’t what it used to be, so I appreciate all your help and I will go back and edit the first chapter of the story so it’s correct.
And as a present to the first 4 reviewers, you may be seeing your names popping up every so often in the story, whether they refer to a character, animal, place, music, etc.: -D Just showing some love to ya’ll!
Thanks again!!
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After her small pity-fest Agatha realized she still needed to get the book fully translated if she was going to read it.
Grabbing her satchel off the chair and putting on her summer coat, she was out the door and on her way.
That is until her perverted landlord stepped out of his apartment ‘coincidentally’ at the same time as her. He looked like a cross between a toad and a pug, with the height to match. His hair was oily and balding in the back. His face was chubby like the rest of him, and badly scarred due to some ‘heroic act of bravery’ as he liked to call it but never said what it was. The clothes he wore reminded Agatha of a homeless pimp. He was always trying to get her alone in his apartment.
Agatha had a sneaky feeling he was overstepping his landlord duties and was going into her apartment after she left doing God knows what to her things. Nothing was ever missing though.
“Oh! Why hello there Agatha, fine day isn’t it?” he leered at her, trying to close the distance. Unfortunately, Agatha had a corner apartment and was unable to back away.
“Mr. Peg…”
“Please, call me John,” he said, trying to sound seductive. Agatha did everything in her willpower not to vomit and ruin her good shoes. “John…I need to get to work, I have some important business that needs to be attended too and you’re in my way,” she said trying to sound as polite as possible.
“Oh! But of course my dear, how silly of me to interrupt you. I was just wondering if you’re not doing anything tonight that you might want to join me for a little…dinner and dancing.” He wagged his greasy forehead at and Agatha almost lost her breakfast right there.
Pushing past him without trying to make as little body contact as possible, Agatha managed to shot him down as gently as possible and then made a mad dash for the exit.
Once she was out of sight, the filthiness that was John Peg reached into his pocket and produced a key. Running a tongue over his crooked, yellow teeth, he placed the key into the door of Agatha’s apartment and gingerly let himself in.
Unbeknownst, to our dear Mr. Peg, however, someone was there to greet him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Agatha walked briskly away from her apartment building and began rubbing herself vigorously on her arms making a gagging sound. The only reason she stayed in that place was because it was a good location for a cheap price, and that was hard to come by in a big city.
She only hoped one day that disgusting little man would get what was coming to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mr. Peg entered Agatha’s apartment quietly and cautiously looked around to make sure no one was there. Even if anyone was, he was landlord, he could come and go as he saw fit.
He immediately made a beeline for Agatha’s bedroom and noticed that her curtains were closed, which was odd because she always kept them open. Shrugging his shoulders he headed right for her underwear drawer and opened. Squealing like a kid at Christmas he brought a satin black one up to his face, inhaled deeply, and then exhaled with a sigh of pleasure.
Poor Mr. Peg didn’t even notice the shadow in the corner.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Agatha got out of the taxi and walked into the New York Center of International Studies and Research*. She walked up to the front counter, showed her ID, and logged in. After going through the metal detectors and her bag checked for any concealed weapon, she was allowed through and quickly made her way towards her offices.
She had been working here for a little over 2 years now. She graduated college early and would be starting her Masters program soon. All in all, Agatha had a good life and was happy to be working in such a prestigious establishment.
Great thinkers from around the world flocked to this site yearly trying to make new discoveries or encountering forgotten languages from ages past. When she first applied for her position as Data Entry Clerk she thought she would be working in that post for a few years before being promoted to anything meaningful.
But as luck would have it, one day someone stumbled across an ancient text that no one could figure out. Agatha, being her nosy self, decided to copy down the text and for 5 weeks translated the first 12 pages of it. It was so simple; she was amazed that no one had figured it out before. Apparently someone in an Ancient Phoenician city was extremely paranoid or thought they were hilarious and wrote the text in a DaVinci-like style over 2,000 years before DaVinci himself used it.
She had presented it to her manager, who at first yelled about how idiotic it was of her to do such a thing, how it could be considered theft, and so on and so forth. After 20 minutes of hearing loss, Agatha’s boss then congratulated her on the find and offered her a promotion to Junior Research Analyst.
She could just as easily translate the book herself, but because her Romanian was rusty and the fact that the language had changed over the years, much like any other language, Agatha didn’t want to risk losing some valuable piece of information. So she decided to take it to the one man she knew could translate it.
“Hey Ina! Is Criss in today?” she asked the young woman sitting at the reception desk. Ina gave a half-hearted attempt of a smile to Agatha and replied, “Possibly.” Agatha frowned at her and was about to make a rude comment when Criss came walking out of his office. The middle-aged man smiled warmly at her and waved her to come in.
Agatha gave a sly shrug to the receptionist and as she walked past, she stuck her tongue out at her while Ina’s back was turned. Ina turned around abruptly to see Agatha smile sweetly at her before she disappeared into her boss’s office.
“Bitch.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mr. Peg was lying on the concrete below Agatha’s window, his body twisted in ways no man ever should be. Horrified onlookers screamed, cried, and some were even trying to block the view so others wouldn’t be subjected to the terrible sight.
No one even noticed the glowing red eyes staring out the window.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So what did ya think?
Read and review! Reviews help me continue writing stories for your amusement (runs out to audience and does monkey tricks) Have a happy holiday everyone!
Aggie
And as a present to the first 4 reviewers, you may be seeing your names popping up every so often in the story, whether they refer to a character, animal, place, music, etc.: -D Just showing some love to ya’ll!
Thanks again!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After her small pity-fest Agatha realized she still needed to get the book fully translated if she was going to read it.
Grabbing her satchel off the chair and putting on her summer coat, she was out the door and on her way.
That is until her perverted landlord stepped out of his apartment ‘coincidentally’ at the same time as her. He looked like a cross between a toad and a pug, with the height to match. His hair was oily and balding in the back. His face was chubby like the rest of him, and badly scarred due to some ‘heroic act of bravery’ as he liked to call it but never said what it was. The clothes he wore reminded Agatha of a homeless pimp. He was always trying to get her alone in his apartment.
Agatha had a sneaky feeling he was overstepping his landlord duties and was going into her apartment after she left doing God knows what to her things. Nothing was ever missing though.
“Oh! Why hello there Agatha, fine day isn’t it?” he leered at her, trying to close the distance. Unfortunately, Agatha had a corner apartment and was unable to back away.
“Mr. Peg…”
“Please, call me John,” he said, trying to sound seductive. Agatha did everything in her willpower not to vomit and ruin her good shoes. “John…I need to get to work, I have some important business that needs to be attended too and you’re in my way,” she said trying to sound as polite as possible.
“Oh! But of course my dear, how silly of me to interrupt you. I was just wondering if you’re not doing anything tonight that you might want to join me for a little…dinner and dancing.” He wagged his greasy forehead at and Agatha almost lost her breakfast right there.
Pushing past him without trying to make as little body contact as possible, Agatha managed to shot him down as gently as possible and then made a mad dash for the exit.
Once she was out of sight, the filthiness that was John Peg reached into his pocket and produced a key. Running a tongue over his crooked, yellow teeth, he placed the key into the door of Agatha’s apartment and gingerly let himself in.
Unbeknownst, to our dear Mr. Peg, however, someone was there to greet him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Agatha walked briskly away from her apartment building and began rubbing herself vigorously on her arms making a gagging sound. The only reason she stayed in that place was because it was a good location for a cheap price, and that was hard to come by in a big city.
She only hoped one day that disgusting little man would get what was coming to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mr. Peg entered Agatha’s apartment quietly and cautiously looked around to make sure no one was there. Even if anyone was, he was landlord, he could come and go as he saw fit.
He immediately made a beeline for Agatha’s bedroom and noticed that her curtains were closed, which was odd because she always kept them open. Shrugging his shoulders he headed right for her underwear drawer and opened. Squealing like a kid at Christmas he brought a satin black one up to his face, inhaled deeply, and then exhaled with a sigh of pleasure.
Poor Mr. Peg didn’t even notice the shadow in the corner.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Agatha got out of the taxi and walked into the New York Center of International Studies and Research*. She walked up to the front counter, showed her ID, and logged in. After going through the metal detectors and her bag checked for any concealed weapon, she was allowed through and quickly made her way towards her offices.
She had been working here for a little over 2 years now. She graduated college early and would be starting her Masters program soon. All in all, Agatha had a good life and was happy to be working in such a prestigious establishment.
Great thinkers from around the world flocked to this site yearly trying to make new discoveries or encountering forgotten languages from ages past. When she first applied for her position as Data Entry Clerk she thought she would be working in that post for a few years before being promoted to anything meaningful.
But as luck would have it, one day someone stumbled across an ancient text that no one could figure out. Agatha, being her nosy self, decided to copy down the text and for 5 weeks translated the first 12 pages of it. It was so simple; she was amazed that no one had figured it out before. Apparently someone in an Ancient Phoenician city was extremely paranoid or thought they were hilarious and wrote the text in a DaVinci-like style over 2,000 years before DaVinci himself used it.
She had presented it to her manager, who at first yelled about how idiotic it was of her to do such a thing, how it could be considered theft, and so on and so forth. After 20 minutes of hearing loss, Agatha’s boss then congratulated her on the find and offered her a promotion to Junior Research Analyst.
She could just as easily translate the book herself, but because her Romanian was rusty and the fact that the language had changed over the years, much like any other language, Agatha didn’t want to risk losing some valuable piece of information. So she decided to take it to the one man she knew could translate it.
“Hey Ina! Is Criss in today?” she asked the young woman sitting at the reception desk. Ina gave a half-hearted attempt of a smile to Agatha and replied, “Possibly.” Agatha frowned at her and was about to make a rude comment when Criss came walking out of his office. The middle-aged man smiled warmly at her and waved her to come in.
Agatha gave a sly shrug to the receptionist and as she walked past, she stuck her tongue out at her while Ina’s back was turned. Ina turned around abruptly to see Agatha smile sweetly at her before she disappeared into her boss’s office.
“Bitch.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mr. Peg was lying on the concrete below Agatha’s window, his body twisted in ways no man ever should be. Horrified onlookers screamed, cried, and some were even trying to block the view so others wouldn’t be subjected to the terrible sight.
No one even noticed the glowing red eyes staring out the window.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So what did ya think?
Read and review! Reviews help me continue writing stories for your amusement (runs out to audience and does monkey tricks) Have a happy holiday everyone!
Aggie