Hello all!
How's your April going? I hope those participating in the A-Z Challenge are having a ball. I've enjoyed reading many of your stories, but this coming week it's all about WEP (Write...Edit...Publish) for me. The prompt is Road Less Traveled and it's a mixture of prose and some sort of poetry.
Maybe it's because I'm working furiously on my paranormal romance trilogy at the mo', but my mind flew straight to a funky little flash I wrote for Romantic Friday Writers (400 words) in 2015. The characters have haunted me, LOL, so I dragged them out of their coffins, dusted them off, and let them tell a little more of their story. They will probably find themselves on a page or two in a flash fiction book I intend to write one day!
I'm early with my post, but a few have begun to post so I'm anxious to get my little ole story on the page. Hope you enjoy...
“Ya, moi, who else? Ya blind or
somethin’? I thought those black glasses ya wearin’ were, ya know, to
hide ya red eyes.’
This chicka was something else. If only she knew. Something
more serious than the old chanvre (look
it up!) going on here.
S he whipped out the
plastic. ‘Looks can be deceivin’, busta. Ya look, like,
nineteen, but ya might have baggy eyes behind those shades.’
She winked at me, cheeky minx. I took them off so she could admire my handsomeness.
I flipped the ID back at her, watched it twirl in its arc and land in her white little dewdrop hand. Fake as, who cared?
I licked my lips, again. Gotta stop that. I
ran my tongue around my teeth, getting ready for the big suck. I want this
girl-child. She’s def on the menu tonight.
‘What d’ya think, Monsieur Slim Shady? I bin workin’
bars for many a yaah. Know sum tricks, I do.’
‘It’s not that kind of bar. It’ll be a clean
operation. And speak English or French or something. You’re a cross between American Western
and Eliza Dolittle.’
‘Forgit the pop culture, Pop. A clean operation?’
‘Drinks, tapas, music…’
‘Rap? Classical? Country? What do French people
like?’
‘Never mind. Too long a story for now. What’s your name?’ I clasped her
black-gloved hand. ‘I’m Drac Kulah.’
‘Really? A dark character.’
‘Really.’ I hope she digged the deep, dark tone.
‘Well I’m Ruby Black, but I go by—’
‘Let me think. Snow White?’
‘Right on Drac. Hilaarrious. Aren’t we
a pair!’
‘You’re hired. No funny business or you’ll be out
on your pretty butt.’
‘My butt’s pretty? I don't think ya s'posed ta say that anymore.’ She twirled.
Who needs to go hunting? This tasty morsel’s mine.
Right here. Right now. A gift from er, the gods. An entrée before the main.
I knew the minute she walked in, but you probably
think I’m lying. As if a vamp would lie. I’ve learned a thing or two in 400
years. I know everything. I’ve read all the literature on the planet. Just
wanted to see how this new road played out. Like that Robert Frost guy said in a
poem I read on the internet, "two roads diverged". Then whammo!
Hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. This is a WEP (Write...Edit...Publish) post for the April WEP challenge, Road Less Traveled. After leaving a comment please click on other participants in my right-hand sidebar with a DL (Direct Link) after the name. This means they've published. Or travel over to WEP and sign up there.
How's your April going? I hope those participating in the A-Z Challenge are having a ball. I've enjoyed reading many of your stories, but this coming week it's all about WEP (Write...Edit...Publish) for me. The prompt is Road Less Traveled and it's a mixture of prose and some sort of poetry.
Maybe it's because I'm working furiously on my paranormal romance trilogy at the mo', but my mind flew straight to a funky little flash I wrote for Romantic Friday Writers (400 words) in 2015. The characters have haunted me, LOL, so I dragged them out of their coffins, dusted them off, and let them tell a little more of their story. They will probably find themselves on a page or two in a flash fiction book I intend to write one day!
I'm early with my post, but a few have begun to post so I'm anxious to get my little ole story on the page. Hope you enjoy...
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Top left: Drac-Kulah, Top right: Dracula
Bottom left: Ruby Black, aka Snow White, Bottom right: Doc Marten.
When you’ve
lived for as long as moi, you crave change. Sometimes, you’ve
just gotta find another way, another road. I’m done with sleeping all day in a room with velvet drapes drawn, hiding from you-know-what, microwaving blood when the street food lets me down.
What’s a vamp to do all century?
I know what you’re thinking:
Go haunt the streets, you sicko,
Suck the tourists dry.
Drink a few homeless.
Who’s gonna miss ‘em?
Who's gonna cry?
Been there, done that. I need to shake things up a bit. I need
another path. One less traveled.
As the sun dropped down from that oh-so-sicko-blue sky, I exited the hotel and sashayed down Montmartre’s glitter strip, feeling ever-so-hipster-ish.
Black cap sideways,
Baggy black trousers,
Black T-shirt under my
black shiny coat.
Hiding my black heart.
You get that I dig black, right?
Love Montmartre. My current Parisian area of
interest. Well, current, doh. It’s been my favorite for a coupla hundred
years. Is about the only suburb not razed by that sicko Baron Haussman. I like old things. Love Montmartre.
Tourists gawking,
Homeless hawking,
Blackboard artist chalking:
"ETERNITY".
We’re on the same page, honey-childe.
Then suddenly, next door to that garish
pretending-to-be-old reinvented mill, Moulin Rouge,
I see it: ‘A VENDRE’ – (‘FOR
SALE’) if you haven’t mastered the fourteenth-most-popular language in the world.
But I digress. What happened next? Hang with me. Or not.
My synapses zapped.
My planets aligned.
A contract to sign.
Oh, happy day! Time for a moonwalk! Slip. Slide. Slap.
I’ve accumulated a tidy sum over the centuries, you
know, so I can easily afford Parisian real estate. Compound interest compounds
I read somewhere. No business degrees 400 years ago.
So before you could say,
‘More blood.
I’ll take it to go.
Make it quick, you know?’
The business belonged to moi. If you
don’t know what moi means, pfft.
Work on your language skills or get outta here.
The little bar was perfect -- vamp chic –
Blood-red carpet,
Black walls, (or they will be)
Red bar counter,
Black halls.
Suited my little black er, heart.
The pictures
clinched the deal –
Horror-movie posters
Murder and mayhem
on every wall.
Go me.
Buying this joint means I’ll no longer have to
prowl the mean streets. The gendarmes can move on. Fight real crime. But now I got me my own gloomy little hidey-hole.
Let ‘em come to me.
Bar flies are tasteee
Full of good ole whiskee
au go go.
‘Ya not going to run this place by yaself, are ya?’
I jumped from dreaming of bar flies and admiring
my Dracula poster which was so like looking in the mirror – Just kidding!
Black cloak,
Super handsome face,
Super handsome long locks
I’m ace!
Not that dude.
But like, wow! This chicka! Will you look at her! Just
promenaded down my 15th Century wonkedy-wonkedy stairs! Right into my Venus fly
trap.
Flowing black tresses,
Lush curves poured
into little black dress,
Black fishnet stockings.
Oh so shocking!
‘You offering your services, er, miss?’ I licked my lips.
Tried not to look too obvious.
‘You look, like, twelve years of old.
Shoot me some ID.’ I sunk into my oversized red leather chair.
Black lacy dress flowing
like waves
around her thighs.
A tantalizing glimpse of
shapely snow-white leg and
a flash of lacy black knickers.
But her Doc Marten’s are kickers.
‘That’s not all I got.’ She sidled up and grabbed me around the
neck, her gloved fingers tugging my black 'do.
Woo hoo to me.
Boo hoo for her.
Taking her in my steely arms, I aimed my sharp
little popping-down fangs at her jugular, then…wow! Where’s her throbbing
pulse! Where’s my drink?
‘Ha,
I knew ya were the Real Slim Shady, you dark, evil, blood-suckin’ sicko.’
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Hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. This is a WEP (Write...Edit...Publish) post for the April WEP challenge, Road Less Traveled. After leaving a comment please click on other participants in my right-hand sidebar with a DL (Direct Link) after the name. This means they've published. Or travel over to WEP and sign up there.
