Sparkle
Cheesy Sparkle! - words1270
aka Multicultural beings who wont conform.
WARNING - Characters use very bad chat up lines, for which the author accepts no responsibility and only minor guilt!
Demons aren’t evil but are randy. A sex obsessed race, who thrill in hunting then claiming their consorts. Loudly.
Mummies do not bare flesh under any circumstances. They currently favour fine linen in fashionable hues.
Bogeymen are scary looking creatures, they are also often shy, preferring to skulk in shadows.
Zombies do not shuffle around drawling ‘braaaaaiiiins’ while loosing body parts. The on trend Zombie is generally found with bright embroidery keeping their limbs secure and many are quite articulate, a few even rumoured to converse fluently in Latin.
Vampires Do Not Sparkle. A few traditionalists go for the silk shirt and haughty air but No Sparkle.
The life of an Otherland Multicultural Differences tutor is a NIGHTMARE. All Capitals, enunciate each one with care please. A full on scream in the night N.I.G.H.T.M.A.R.E.
Acorn should have known better. He really should. Taking into consideration that he was himself, a six foot three fairy with earth toned hair that grew in thick and curly, all over his body. That as far as houseplants were concerned he couldn’t even keep Cacti alive - his sister had actually staged a rescue coup for the pitiful specimen he’d tried with.
He should then, know better than to make assumptions about beings and to try and generalise the different races. What he didn’t know was how he could teach Multicultural differences 101 with the help of this bunch of misfits. The newest recruit was a step too far beyond.
Meeting at the pub had seemed a nice causal ice-breaker; better than meeting at the old community centre, where Bonnie the high-couture, hairdressing Yeti, believed in breaking the ice with a sledge hammer. Only the previous week an ice splinter had blinded a Banshee and half the neighbourhood was still deaf and jumpy.
This being a thoroughly modern establishment - the cobwebs where allergy-free synthetics and every dust-bunny had a name - it served a range of multicultural beverages. The group had decided as a symbol of getting along and learning of each other that they would do a round of drinks for each being present.
It was a good thing the Troll representative had had to leave early for a date. Lava drinking was not for everyone.
Bo-bop after downing a Fair-Fruity-Fairy-Ale had begged the barmaid to switch on the party lights thereby eradicating the shadows any self respecting Bogeyman would clinging to. He was now centre of the dance floor doing an energetic boogie with anyone his long spidery arms managed to catch. So far the only complaint had been when he trod on a Ghoul’s foot. He got past that with enough cheesy banter to have her blushing and a large glass of something bubbly. She looked enamoured. He looked willing.
Abayomi had barely sucked a lime and sipped a Demon-Fire before the juke box was kicked into action. A single air punch and bounce then he was up on the nearest table, several layers of designer fabric falling to the polished surface as he did a sultry strip. His kohl eyes promised lush exotic entertainments and his undergarments, already stuffed with notes, were leaving nothing to the imagination.
Xzecx was almost under the table he was so busy trying not to look. His face was bright red, sometime between the loss of the headscarf and wrist band he’d developed a stutter, and he was gulping his Mamma’s-Brew like it was Life-Blood. Not so much smexy hunter as nervous on the spot quarry.
Through it all a litany of ‘braaaains’ droned on like a broken record. The Zombie, Brian, was out of sorts; he claimed his significant other was borrowing his vital-dangly-bits for the evening. Acorn had had to stop Brian from walking into the wall twice, humping said wall three times, and to redirect him when he started sniffing at another bar patron’s skull, finally distracting him with a jar of Closet-Screams. Acorn didn’t know what was in it but staring too long made him shiver.
Perhaps he should be glad one of the crowd was fitting a race stereotype. Even if it was an out-of-date one.
The Vampire who walked into the bar was enough to cause a headache.
Vampire. You’d think what? Tall, dark hair, solemn? Thin again. This one was short, had spiky blond hair, and now you’re thinking Buffy-verse right? Wrong. No chiselled cheekbones and snarling angst. In a word - cute. A little button nose, rose bud lips, bright dancing blue eyes and Sparkles.
Sparkles brushed over his lashes. Sparkles on his tight fitting pale blue shirt. Sparkles on his leather, body hugging, pants. Sparkle on the strip of skin that showed when he raised his arms to wave happily at the group. His smile sparkled with mischief, showing of to neat white fangs that…sparkled.
He was Vampire. He Sparkled.
He also danced over to their table, almost in time to the music, pausing for a brief bop with Bo-Bop and to whistle through his fangs at Abayomi - now gyrating in only his mesh thong. Xzecx could just be seen over the edge of the table, jaw slack with a hint of drool.
‘Why hello handsome’ with Acorn still seated it was possible for the vampire to lean over him a little and leer ‘My name is Vernon and I vant to suck your…’ he let the pause spin out between them as his eyes dipped to an area below neck level, just below waist level. Just as Acorn started squirming those blue eyes caught his with a lecherous grin and he got asked ‘What name should I scream as you stake me?’
‘um Acorn, my names Acorn’ it caused Vernon to blink but the smile didn’t falter.
‘You’re the fairy rep? Thought fairies were diminutive little blighters, smooth all over’ Cool fingers stroked down one of Acorn’s sideburns and teased under the edge of his collar. Acorn cleared his throat as he watched Vernon swallow and lick his lips.
‘Well you’re kind of Sparkly for a Vampire’ Acorn gruffed out, his voice gone to grit. He found himself with a sudden lap-full of Vampire, arms circling his neck and those blue-blue eyes regarding him at close quarters. ‘I’m not just any old dusty vampire’ was purred at him ‘I’m the lucky vamp who gets to take you home. Wanna come see my crypt? I’ll show you all my etchings’
Acorn closed his eyes against the overwhelming sparkle and the power of the leer. They didn’t have to do the tutorial until next week, he could lecture the silly humans on making assumptions and stereotyping, most would only be there for a creature-feature anyway, one loud ‘BOO’ would have them running and class over early. So his prep was done.
Standing up he dislodged his admirer who clung to him as he stared up with obvious lust. Stretching his wings out Acorn added his own little bit of sparkle to proceedings, it got an approving hum. Time for more important things, like peeling the clothes off his little Vampire and seeing where all he glimmered.
A hand sneaked under his shirt to tangle in his chest hair and blue eyes crossed charmingly. ‘Let’s get you home and into something more comfortable, like me!’ was suggested with a sly tug. Acorn discovered that the best way to stop the awful chat up lines was by giving Vernon’s mouth other things to do and that once you got used to the fangs he was a damn fine kisser.
Patting a pert leather clad butt he commanded in a low husky voice ‘Get your cloak Vernon, you’ve pulled’
x
aka Multicultural beings who wont conform.
WARNING - Characters use very bad chat up lines, for which the author accepts no responsibility and only minor guilt!
Demons aren’t evil but are randy. A sex obsessed race, who thrill in hunting then claiming their consorts. Loudly.
Mummies do not bare flesh under any circumstances. They currently favour fine linen in fashionable hues.
Bogeymen are scary looking creatures, they are also often shy, preferring to skulk in shadows.
Zombies do not shuffle around drawling ‘braaaaaiiiins’ while loosing body parts. The on trend Zombie is generally found with bright embroidery keeping their limbs secure and many are quite articulate, a few even rumoured to converse fluently in Latin.
Vampires Do Not Sparkle. A few traditionalists go for the silk shirt and haughty air but No Sparkle.
The life of an Otherland Multicultural Differences tutor is a NIGHTMARE. All Capitals, enunciate each one with care please. A full on scream in the night N.I.G.H.T.M.A.R.E.
Acorn should have known better. He really should. Taking into consideration that he was himself, a six foot three fairy with earth toned hair that grew in thick and curly, all over his body. That as far as houseplants were concerned he couldn’t even keep Cacti alive - his sister had actually staged a rescue coup for the pitiful specimen he’d tried with.
He should then, know better than to make assumptions about beings and to try and generalise the different races. What he didn’t know was how he could teach Multicultural differences 101 with the help of this bunch of misfits. The newest recruit was a step too far beyond.
Meeting at the pub had seemed a nice causal ice-breaker; better than meeting at the old community centre, where Bonnie the high-couture, hairdressing Yeti, believed in breaking the ice with a sledge hammer. Only the previous week an ice splinter had blinded a Banshee and half the neighbourhood was still deaf and jumpy.
This being a thoroughly modern establishment - the cobwebs where allergy-free synthetics and every dust-bunny had a name - it served a range of multicultural beverages. The group had decided as a symbol of getting along and learning of each other that they would do a round of drinks for each being present.
It was a good thing the Troll representative had had to leave early for a date. Lava drinking was not for everyone.
Bo-bop after downing a Fair-Fruity-Fairy-Ale had begged the barmaid to switch on the party lights thereby eradicating the shadows any self respecting Bogeyman would clinging to. He was now centre of the dance floor doing an energetic boogie with anyone his long spidery arms managed to catch. So far the only complaint had been when he trod on a Ghoul’s foot. He got past that with enough cheesy banter to have her blushing and a large glass of something bubbly. She looked enamoured. He looked willing.
Abayomi had barely sucked a lime and sipped a Demon-Fire before the juke box was kicked into action. A single air punch and bounce then he was up on the nearest table, several layers of designer fabric falling to the polished surface as he did a sultry strip. His kohl eyes promised lush exotic entertainments and his undergarments, already stuffed with notes, were leaving nothing to the imagination.
Xzecx was almost under the table he was so busy trying not to look. His face was bright red, sometime between the loss of the headscarf and wrist band he’d developed a stutter, and he was gulping his Mamma’s-Brew like it was Life-Blood. Not so much smexy hunter as nervous on the spot quarry.
Through it all a litany of ‘braaaains’ droned on like a broken record. The Zombie, Brian, was out of sorts; he claimed his significant other was borrowing his vital-dangly-bits for the evening. Acorn had had to stop Brian from walking into the wall twice, humping said wall three times, and to redirect him when he started sniffing at another bar patron’s skull, finally distracting him with a jar of Closet-Screams. Acorn didn’t know what was in it but staring too long made him shiver.
Perhaps he should be glad one of the crowd was fitting a race stereotype. Even if it was an out-of-date one.
The Vampire who walked into the bar was enough to cause a headache.
Vampire. You’d think what? Tall, dark hair, solemn? Thin again. This one was short, had spiky blond hair, and now you’re thinking Buffy-verse right? Wrong. No chiselled cheekbones and snarling angst. In a word - cute. A little button nose, rose bud lips, bright dancing blue eyes and Sparkles.
Sparkles brushed over his lashes. Sparkles on his tight fitting pale blue shirt. Sparkles on his leather, body hugging, pants. Sparkle on the strip of skin that showed when he raised his arms to wave happily at the group. His smile sparkled with mischief, showing of to neat white fangs that…sparkled.
He was Vampire. He Sparkled.
He also danced over to their table, almost in time to the music, pausing for a brief bop with Bo-Bop and to whistle through his fangs at Abayomi - now gyrating in only his mesh thong. Xzecx could just be seen over the edge of the table, jaw slack with a hint of drool.
‘Why hello handsome’ with Acorn still seated it was possible for the vampire to lean over him a little and leer ‘My name is Vernon and I vant to suck your…’ he let the pause spin out between them as his eyes dipped to an area below neck level, just below waist level. Just as Acorn started squirming those blue eyes caught his with a lecherous grin and he got asked ‘What name should I scream as you stake me?’
‘um Acorn, my names Acorn’ it caused Vernon to blink but the smile didn’t falter.
‘You’re the fairy rep? Thought fairies were diminutive little blighters, smooth all over’ Cool fingers stroked down one of Acorn’s sideburns and teased under the edge of his collar. Acorn cleared his throat as he watched Vernon swallow and lick his lips.
‘Well you’re kind of Sparkly for a Vampire’ Acorn gruffed out, his voice gone to grit. He found himself with a sudden lap-full of Vampire, arms circling his neck and those blue-blue eyes regarding him at close quarters. ‘I’m not just any old dusty vampire’ was purred at him ‘I’m the lucky vamp who gets to take you home. Wanna come see my crypt? I’ll show you all my etchings’
Acorn closed his eyes against the overwhelming sparkle and the power of the leer. They didn’t have to do the tutorial until next week, he could lecture the silly humans on making assumptions and stereotyping, most would only be there for a creature-feature anyway, one loud ‘BOO’ would have them running and class over early. So his prep was done.
Standing up he dislodged his admirer who clung to him as he stared up with obvious lust. Stretching his wings out Acorn added his own little bit of sparkle to proceedings, it got an approving hum. Time for more important things, like peeling the clothes off his little Vampire and seeing where all he glimmered.
A hand sneaked under his shirt to tangle in his chest hair and blue eyes crossed charmingly. ‘Let’s get you home and into something more comfortable, like me!’ was suggested with a sly tug. Acorn discovered that the best way to stop the awful chat up lines was by giving Vernon’s mouth other things to do and that once you got used to the fangs he was a damn fine kisser.
Patting a pert leather clad butt he commanded in a low husky voice ‘Get your cloak Vernon, you’ve pulled’
x