HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN'S

Or

Why One Should Never Tick Off A Woman

Cornelius was TRULY getting on Shirra's nerves that day. His favorite past time of slapping the back of her head-or scaring her witless by leaping out of the catacombs had shredded her patience at long last. And she was never famous for long-suffering patience.

Cornelius would have died A LONG TIME AGO had she not felt sorry for him. Wolves had killed his family, leaving him terrified and silent-until he played a prank on Cassandra.

SMACK!

"CORN...."

She growled, rubbing the back of her head. Alina, who had come to pay her a little visit-don't ask-, had suffered the same fate earlier. And for someone with the patience of a saint, she definitely looked ready to kill.

"They say Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned."

"Indeed."

Alina replied. Both smiled evilly.

Revenge would come on swift wings-and the aftertaste would be SWEET.

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Shirra turned a page from a novel she was reading when she sensed Cornelius' hand again-

She caught it-and turned around.

"NOW!"

Alina came out of the darkness grabbed him by one arm, Shirra the other, and dragged him into a room-gagged- to begin their 'torture'.

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HOURS LATER...

Dracula sat on a chair reading an obscure volume when he heard running outside, down the hall. He smelled ladies' perfume. That would be Shirra and her friend Alina, he reasoned. But why was the decidedly feminine scent have a masculine one along with it? And what was THAT infernal noise?

He thought, closing his book and opening the door- to the most priceless sight ever.

Cornelius, who looked lovely in a red dress-and a divine corset! -, lipstick and mascara all over his face and red velvet gloves on his arms, was chasing Alina and Shirra as fast as he could. The fact that a dress and a corset restricted him ensured that the two ladies had a head start.

Dracula had no problems whatsoever in finding out who were the geniuses who gave that boy a badly-needed extreme makeover. And he did the only thing right:

He laughed.

SORRY IF THIS SUCKS...I'VE GOT CURSED WRITERS' BLOCK!