|Mousepire 2: The Quest for Blood
Author: Nightmouse PM
She was introduced in Forever Mouse, now see the little mousepire on her first postconversion adventure, and learn how she got the name.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Parody/Supernatural - Words: 416 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-14-05 - id: 2661261
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I'm not sure why, but my alter ego insisted on telling more of her
story...here it is. Warning: this is going straight from composition
to posting, the only thing I'm using is the on sight spell check.
I don't own Forever Knight or its characters (sony-tristar, etc
do)...I do own the mouse (mousepire) and these stories and they count
as parody anyway.
Mousepire: The Quest for Blood
From the diary of
So I'm sitting in my little mousey hole in this nightclub place where
I live. Only things are different now...I'm getting hungry and its not
for cheese. Oh cheese I miss you.
My senses are sharper, I'm stronger, faster, and I just don't think
quite the same way as before it happened. I'm a vampire, at least that
is what the human ones call it...silly word vampire. A mousepire,
thats what I am and I'm sticking to it.
I learned last night, this place is called the raven, I used to prowl
it in search of crumbs during the day when all the vampires were
asleep and the mortals were gone. If it hadn't been for a particularly
enticing cheese crumb falling from the plate of someone else's dinner,
that I just had to grab RIGHT NOW...I'd still be an ordinary mouse. Oh
lost cheese, an ode to my lost cheese...ah a droplet of blood. slurp
contented sigh .
Life used to be just instinct, sure I was arguably a bit smarter then
your average mouse, but that is a matter of opinion. Thats right
opinion, my opinion...you disagree, I stick my fangs in you. Hey thats
not funny. Your supposed to say ouch not laugh at me.
Dang it that little nip wasn't enough to eat. And who are you, where
did you come from. Oh the author just inserted you to give me a
nibble. Never mind, but can I have more.
Nose twitching, whiskers moving, senses keener then ever before.
Another droplet of blood slurp .
BOTTLES, BOTTLES...yummy, yummy bottles. The only problem is all the
yummy bottles have corks. Alas, little paws, and little fangs are not
made for opening human bottles.
HEY..you stupid vampires I'm hungry here...have another fight, spill
some more blood...how about just leaving a glass for the mouse. I'm
tired of lapping up crumbs.
What shall the mouse do now?