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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:28 am
It was Four O' clock in the morning, the time Xeneth usually went to sleep. That is exactly what he intended to do. He kissed Fern goodnight, brushed his fangs, put on his Pa'jamies and tucked himself into his coffin.
As he lay there, his arms folder over himself, he began to doze off to all the wonderful memories he and Fern had. Brining her home, watering her, misting her leaves, watching her grow to pass the hours... He even thought about the growth chart he made on the threshhold to his bedroom to measure how tall she would get.
With a screne smile, Xeneth slowly drifted to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:31 am
As he slept, his soul floated out of his body, a ghostly relic around his neck. It sort of floated through the door of his coffin but was faced on the outside with a large, floating, thick mahogany door that the relic seemed to be beckoning him to open. The hell?
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:37 am
Was it hell? Well, only one way to find out. The ghost vampire (is that even allowed? I mean, isn't he supposed to be an undead, and aren't undead supposed to be soulless?) looked at the old door. He didn't remeber it there before.
Well, he figured he might as well see what horrors lie behind it. He opened it slowly, with his head turned away, just in case it was scary. Or Ohio. Jersey wasn't scary, he was a big boy and knew he could handle looking aty New Jersey.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:40 am
Once he'd passed through the door it vanished, leaving him on what looked like a room themed like a gigantic china plate with a large steak for a bed in the middle. Tied to it, in what was probably some sort of attempt at bizarre sex, was a nude dark haired hermaphrodite who was seemingly covered in steaksauce. Across his chest there was a part in the sauce and a thin black line as if a marker had drawn on his skin where the killing blow - most likely a gigantic fricken steak knife - had killed him. And dammit, the relic was beckoning him to touch the body. Darnit! And here we were hoping it was the deity of prince!
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:47 am
Xeneth didn't like steaks. Espcially with all the blood cooked out. He wasn't fond of wooden verity either. He looked at the relic. He didn't want to touch the dead body. It was gross. But, he didn't see much else to do.
Slowly, he walked up to the naked flesh drowning in rasin paste (5th most abundant ingredent in A-1!). He looked for a bit not covered by the offending mess. Somehow, the inisde of the corpse's thigh was bare. So, eyes closed, head turned the other way, he gently and reluctantly caressed the naked bodie's inner thigh.
((WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:55 am
When he touched the body, the whole mass began to glow faintly, as did the relic around his neck. Seemingly breaking and shooting away from his throat, it entered the mass that had been the man's body and caused it to shrink. When the shrinking and weird glowing stopped, there sat a small baby with dark hair, no longer covered in steak sauce. Well that was good at least.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:58 am
Xeneth's mood could now be described in two words. 'Weirded' and 'Out'. The baby looked at Xeneth, squinted and then threw up in his direction. Xeneth clearly could not leave a baby abandon on a large peice of meat on a plate floating in an endless void (perhaps it was Ohio afterall).
So, he picked up the baby, and searched for a way out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 11:00 am
Soon as he claimed the child, the door he came through reappeared, wide open, and let him exit this weird world with the baby and reenter his home. Now both could wake up in their respective bodies and either sleep or do other stuff. How nice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 11:03 am
So, Xeneth walked though the door and went home.
The baby was, as babies are prone to getting, tired. So was Xeneth. Both slept after entering Xeneth's Coffinroom.
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