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Ok, I have to post this last bit of late-night inspiration. It's just too funny:

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Melanie swiped at the tears rolling down her face. She wouldn't feel remorse. She didn't even know him. Maybe if she left the country right away, she could just forget about Laroux. Soon she came to an inn. She parked the car and went inside to ask the desk clerk to use the the phone.

There was no desk clerk, but a very nice lady showed her to the pay phones. They were very modern, and in addition to local coin, it also accepted Visa. Melanie dug out her debit card and swiped it. Then she dialed the number.

“Yes,” said a brisk male voice on the other end.

“It's Dr. Rochell. I'm in Romania,” Melanie sighed.

“Excellent. What have you learned?” demanded the voice, eager and malevolent.

Melanie held her breath for a second, recalling Raven's words. Somehow, despite all her desperate moves over the last year, she couldn't betray that sweet woman's trust. “Nothing. Not a damn thing.”

“But didn't you go with Vlad Doe after he rose from the dead? Didn't he take you to his secret hideout?” insisted the voice.

“Well, kinda, but not really. See, what happened was that turns out Vlad Doe is a Buddhist, so he was never actually dead. He was just meditating really deep,” Melanie lied.

“He had a stake in his heart,” accused the voice. “No one but a vampire could get up after something like that.”

“Actually, isn't that how a vampire doesn't get up again?” she pointed out. “Besides, I think he had some special tea or something to help him heal. It's all very mystical and spiritual. I've denied enlightenment at least three times since I've been here.”

“Where exactly are you?” the voice demanded. The anger behind it made it ugly.

“You're not going to believe this, but I'm at a Goth Convention in Transylvania,” Melanie pseudo-confessed. She should have been an actress, she thought to herself. She could almost believe her own story.

“Goth Convention?” the voice asked incredulously.

“Honest to Buddha,” Melanie swore. “I have a gift bag full of black lipstick. And I found some nice spiked collars for my dog.”

“You don't have a dog,” the voice suspiciously admonished.

“Well, if I had a dog, he'd look fabulous in this hand crafted leather--”

“I can't believe you! Only you would get a lead on a coven of vampires and then loose it at a bloody Goth Convention. Get on the first plane out of there. You have work to do here.”

“I'm not coming back. I quit,” Melanie told him, suddenly emboldened by the oceans and continents between her and the other man. “I like eastern Europe, and the exchange rate rocks, so I'm going to tour for a bit. I think I'll take a train to Poland.”

“You can't quit,” the voice said menacingly. “Your brother is still in debt to us. You have a lot of work to do to make up for this little farce.”

“Barry is dead,” she spat. “I owe you nothing.” She slammed the phone on the receiver and let out her breath.

Wait 'til you see the argument be ween Melanie and Maddie that comes before this. Gotta love a knock-down-drag-out girl fight!

It's not bad, it's actually rather funny. ^_^

YAY! biggrin

eventualy i will, i know i have been so busy.