So maybe, just maybe, it would have been a good idea to text Jack HELP! more than five mintes before the part where George and Nina had run into a room full of feasting vampires wielding only a potted plant and a golf club, shouting "Who wants a piece of my plant?!" (George) to rescue young Adam, but, well, that was hindsight, and hindsight was ( Read more... )

"...Now this here is your room, isn't that fantastic? I think there's a game of Buckaroo downstairs-- one of the other guests must have left it behind."

"Buckafuckingroo?"

The surly teenager standing before George gave him a look that went beyond disbelief. George, being George (and being rather preoccupied with sorting out the boy's sheets) did ( Read more... )

"It's been nice seeing Bo again, hasn't it?" George mused.

Nina crossed her arms over her lace corset and gave him a very pointed Look. George fidgeted a bit with the sheets and failed to meet her eyes.

There was a very loud thump"I... I really think she and Mitchell are a good match," he said. "She's very nice. Much nicer than the last one ( Read more... )

George sat at the breakfast table with an untouched cup of tea, doing what he had been doing for most of last week... nothing, staring at the walls, trying not cry ( Read more... )

"Sean Hancock, diagnosed a year ago with malignant melanoma, secondaries in the brain and lung. He's on a morphine infusion and maintenance but his condition's deteriorating rapidly. If there's any time, it's now ( Read more... )

The mural stretched along the entirety of one living room wall. There were palm trees on it, a beach, some sea, a nice blue sky ( Read more... )

It was the screaming that woke Mitchell up.

The screaming, and then George knocking on his door like a man possessed.

Nina.

( They dashed down the halls at breakneck pace. )

"You've got some fucking nerve," Nina growled. Blonde, tiny Nina, who had to reach pretty far up high to kiss George-- she had Lucy by the throat up against the wall, and she did not look happy.

It was fairly understandable, if you asked Mitchell. Though he wasn't sure he could stand here through Lucy's pleading.

"Is your friend with you?" she ( Read more... )

The house in Bristol had been filled with warmth, even at the worst of times; whether it was Annie's presence or just their collective bond, it had always felt like a home ( Read more... )

Bodies. Bodies and blood and flickering lights and no one to protect her.

( Lucy's entire being thrummed with terror. )