User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Vampire Flamebiplane

I hit the button to open the door, letting my friend in. Once he's in I close the door and get everyone's attention. I tell them that our idiot buddy has been cheating on his girl and now she's got a small war party coming our way.

"I'll get the duct tape." One of them says, and we each go off to get ready. When the elevator reaches us my relieved friend is suddenly much less relieved.

"Um, guys... what's with all this? Are we going to tie them up?" I ask who he cheated on his vamp with. "Um... why?"

"Just answer the question." One of the others says.

"Look, I was drunk, and the satyros wasn't helping. Then she sorta grabbed me, then things got fuzzy and next thing I remember is waking up next to her." Nodding I throw the gag I'd readied away. Has he tried telling her this?

"No way! She'd never believe it. I was... kinda... sorta supposed to be visiting one of you guys." We stand there and stare at him for a few minutes. Where'd I throw that gag?

"Please! You gotta help me! She'll drain me dry, and not in the good way!" Sighing, I nod, and pull him out of the elevator, before stepping in myself. I tell them not to open the door unless I tell them to. Going up I start thinking of what I'm going to say.

When I reach the top I step out of the door and go find the hunting party. It doesn't take long.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I got him!" The manticore cries, leaping on me. The vampire sighs, shaking her head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"That's not him, idiot. That's just one of his stupid friends." I would like to point out I am the self-appointed ringleader of his 'stupid friends'. "Whatever. Where is my husband? Tell me, or I'll let Darla do as she wishes with you." The manticore grins and her tail hangs over her shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">First I want to clear up something. When I'm not immediately insulted I take it as a sign to continue, and tell her what happened according to our friend. I also add in that he was taken to the bar by the friend he was supposed to be visiting. She takes a moment to think it through.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Okay then. So the one's I really need to track down are this other friend, and that little drunken slut... Very well. Thank you for that. Though I'd still like to see my husband." I nod, looking up at one of the cameras, giving a thumbs up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Roughly half a minute later my friend walks out around a tree, smiling nervously. "H-hey sweetheart. Am I... in the clear now?" She gives him a disdainful look, but she softens it with a small smirk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Yes. You are clear, though I still have to punish you for not telling me of this. And don't be alarmed if you see that goat around the house. I have some plans for her..." She turns and walks away, making a gesture for him to follow. He gives me a thumbs up and runs to catch up. Darla's still sitting on me, looking between me and the leaving group.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Wait... so, no rape?" There's a terse no from the vampire and she whines. "Awwww..." She looks back down at me, and plants a small kiss on my cheek. "I'll be back for you later." She then gets off of me and runs off after the rest of the group.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I rush back to the hideout and get them to let me back in. Once inside I tell them that me and Chris need to stay here for a while. Like, a week or something.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Why? Is that manticore coming for me too?" He asks, I shake my head and say I may have told her that he took our buddy to the bar, since he was meant to be visiting his place...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You... you... what?" I'm then once again pinned to the floor, except this time there's a pair of hands around my throat. "You bastard! How could you do that?" The others pull him off of me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We have a week of solitary ahead of us, let's not start it by trying to kill one another?