I'm sure I've used this conversation before...but..never mind. Anyway, just enjoy....and PLEASE RR!
Aleera walked past the Library. She had just fed and was looking to have a little quiet time with him. Him alone. Just then, she heard,
"Dracula, my Lord, certainly NOT now! I have a headache!"
She stopped in her tracks. That voice..Shirra's! That little...
"I NEED it, Shirra!"What in seven Hells-
"Alright. You go down first. Then I follow."
"No. YOU go first."
As if on cue, Verona and Marishka glided by.
"Aleera, what are you-
They stopped when they heard their Master say,
"Look, why don't we BOTH GO at the same time?"
The Master. Shirra. Together. With each other....
On one hand, they wanted to tear that little wench to shreds. That lying witch...she herself said she had no romantic affections at all for their Master. Curiosity however, won out eventually, and they continued to eavesdrop. The following line from Shirra however, made them even more enraged.
"Do you know how hard it is to get into such a position?!"
Then , the brides heard her gasping, moaning and finally a loud scream of pain( or was it pleasure?) and to top it off, her crying out the Master's name...
In anger? Followed by him crying triumphantly,
The brides' horrified –turned puzzled expressions melted into embarrassment when Shirra yelled in retort,
"NEXT TIME, VLADISLAUS DRAGULIA, IF YOU LOSE YOUR EARRING UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS AT AN UNHOLY HOUR SUCH AS THIS, REFRAIN FROM ASKING ME TO HELP YOU FIND IT!"
(You were ...expecting?)