“I bid you welcome to the Earth, Druella. I trust your accommodations meet with your approval?” Mara asked sweetly, her smile tight.
“They most certainly do not!” Druella shot back. “I demand something larger!” she stated testily.
“My fiancée!” Alonzo explained. “Horus was right! At first, she was pissed enough to rip me a new one” He began to explain, then paused.
“And now?” Mara prompted after a couple more seconds.
“I swear to God, she’s trying to fuck my dick off!” Alonzo answered.
“I guess I should give you a heads up.” Secundus began as he touch-activated the craft’s access. After the panel opened, he remained where he was and looked over at her. “Quintus was marooned in a 37th century Rastafarian penal colony. It changed him.”
“Answer me now Secundus. What is the real reason my Mother, the Great Maou, exiled me here?” She demanded, her eyes blazing.
“My doom,” I rasped quietly, “has come upon me,..”, I continued, slowly at first then more rapidly as I continued to speak.
“Let me not,… then die ingloriously,” I continued,…
“If he succeeds in bridging our two worlds then every Nightbreed male will be Alped!” Huey continued shouting and gesticulating hysterically. “I don’t want to be a female!”
“What are you talking about!?” Horace demanded then, finally breaking his silence.
“I cannot, nor will I ever condemn you for allowing yourself to be bound eternally to Mara.” He said approvingly.
“In fact, it is my fervent wish that you and Mara will continue happily with your relationship for a long time to come.” He finished.
“Then why were you condemning her just now?” Juanita asked
I stopped what I was doing. And looked up. The world had gone silent.
There she was. I beheld my Dullahan standing just a few feet away. She was out of reach of my arms, but I wasn’t out of reach of her Big-Black-Scythe.
I saw many details in that moment. How sharp her scythe was. How dispassionately my Dullahan stared back at me. The way her long silken black-hair flowed in the breeze that wasn’t there.
She was a bit of cutie, in her own gothic way. She kind of resembled my Samantha. But that negligee of hers that barely covered her cleavage? Samantha would’ve never worn something so scandalous.
She then sat herself next to me, and held her knife in front her significantly. Its blade now had a sheen of red on it. When I touched my hand to my throat, it came back wet with blood.
“You’ll heal.” She said when she saw me do that. As she did, she locked her eyes with mine. As she sat there, she lifted her blade and with one swipe, licked it clean with her tongue. I shuddered at the sight.
