Hunting the Rogues
A good hunter must always be prepared. I spent the day exercising followed by a relaxing bath and a short nap before sunset. I felt fully prepared for the evening, and dressed appropriately for the occassion. Black trousers, black boots, white shirt, black vest and of course my cape, black, lined in red. Not a hair out of place, I leap gracefully
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Normally I can't stand doing nothing, double negatives aside; I have to be moving, thinking, DOING. But right now, with the pain in my back once again lowered to a dull throb, it's so incredibly pleasant not to do anything that I don't even budge from the position Klaus put me in.
Not even embarassed any more. Not really. Come on, Carolyn; not like you haven't been through more embarassing things in your life. Cavity searches remain in MY mind as the worst of those things.
Rubber gloves, ho!
I wonder what doctor they got. A human one, I suppose, although it WOULD top off this Weirdest of Nights if the doc they called in was Varney.
Heh heh. Haven't see HIS ass since Argentina. Somehow, I doubt he'd be amused.
"Awwww, poor Pedro. Gone on to hell with all his victims, what a SHAME."
"I don't appreciate this at all, Ms. Elmhurst."
He stole my name. Maybe I should kill him too. "Neither did the orphanage he ravaged." Waggle my fingers at him, smiling; I have the upper hand here. All my men, all of us armed, sun peeking over the horizon, vampire lord DEAD, hallelujah - "Unless you want to join him, you'd better say adios, hm?"
A little imperious sniff. Sort of a toss of his head - really an inconvenience, that's all we are to him - and he's gone.
Remember it like yesterday, I do. Or maybe I'm hallucinating.
Naw, no way it'll be Varney. Even if it was, he'd turn right around and storm out again. Although that WOULD be funny -
Doorbell. Voices.
Somebody's finally here.
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