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OtterySt.Catchpole · 02-21-2011, 07:14 AM

“(Oooh) Well does she want me to make a vow?
Check it
(Oooh)Well does she want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

(Ahhh) When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you you'll know baby (know)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you alone now (it's all mine)”
~Glee's Darren Criss When I get you alone …

The young girl took the proffered glass filled with the deliciously warm drink the fresh bouquet of a recently cut human’s blood wafting to her nose. Evangeline sighed. The Dark Lord Dracula kept a stock of living humans to bleed for sustenance. Only the best, young and beautiful were chosen and they doubled as slaves and intermediaries in the muggle world. The better, prettier of them could be culled into the vampire fold but only if they proved themselves useful before their beauty faded. Lord Dracula’s renown for being particularly choosy was common knowledge in the realms.

As she sat down and waited her audience with the Dark One, she spied him speaking with a woman, long and dark haired, clutching a book tightly. Evangeline took a sip of wine and sighed. It was delicious, she could feel the strength human blood gave vampires coursing through her blood. She wondered if it was not some silly simpering human wanting to volunteer to be bled or used as a pawn in the hopes of someday being made a vampire.

There seemed no end of foolish people who romanticized vampirism as something of a bad boy fetish … completely ignoring just how evil it is to be a vampire. The woman turned and started walking away. She smiled, a familiar face that graced the backs of so many vampire novels.

“Was that Stephanie Me … ?”

“I find it somewhat amusing and it helps our cause to play with people’s perceptions of vampirism. I don’t think it hurts that some of the people who write cutesy vampire romances are themselves vampires.” The dark lord’s thoughts like a loud dark deep voice in her mind had read her thoughts and replied.

Evangeline looked up to find him standing with his back to her, hands clasped behind his back, the house elf walking the author out of his chamber.

“I’m sure sire you’re aware the foolish little gnat is off to find what he undoubtedly knows you have in your possession,” the girl began, meaning by gnat Ottery St. Catchpole, who not for the first time or last was underestimated by his enemies.

“The very thing I’m keeping from him, I know. Because if he cannot have the cure then he’s going to resort to anything short of a horcrux to keep himself alive. I know the little egotist too well. But of course. Who do you think plotted this whole scenario out so meticulously? That fool Voldemort? That whelp would not know subtlety if it came in the shape of a fire breathing dragon and bit him in the posterior. The fool has reached out an olive branch and seeks an alliance.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to ally ourselves with them? The Death Eaters are not a force to be ignored lord.”

“Would be petty world conquerors? I saw Caesars fall, I mocked Il Duce and I sent very rude letters to Pinochet and Margaret Thatcher. I am not so easily impressed by the machinations of a foolish little gang of magic wielding thugs. Perhaps after he’s taken the whole of Britain we can consider him a person of interest. As of now, his envoys do not go past the house elf.” The tall dark white haired man exclaimed, using his own voice. He turned to look at the girl. Not the frail figure of the movies, weak and old with withered bones and gnarled skin, but more like a giant massive oak barrel chested, old and proud. The evil he exuded seemed to swirl and sit like a king’s cloak.

Evangeline took a long drink from the crystal goblet. The thick liquid slid ever so slowly and deliciously down her throat, warm and she could imagine the pulsing heart that had given it.

“So, why ever do you want Ottery as one of your minions sire?”
“Honestly? To keep him out of my hair. The little pest always seems to be running around saving the world and killing my vampires every chance he gets.”

From out of the shadows, a little squeak which went largely ignored was the figure of Ottery dressed in late Romantic style. He had just caught himself from exclaiming that he was not as meddlesome as they made him seem. Clearly having Tiffany around and Hermione made being sensible more easy. Now that he knew the cure was in the floating fortress, he had to find it and fast. His pocket watch warned him that he had two hours left before the effects would start in earnest. The boy wiped his brow and ignored the slowly rising fever and his weakness.

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AN: Yeah, this story is really almost over, and yeah, I really have been too slow to update. *sighs* Maybe if my life didn't find me so busy ... but I thank you all for sticking with me. I'm working on being a more productive writer so that's a good sign right? Wish me luck ... it might mean more posts sooner LOL love you all ... I swear we'll be done soon.

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Another update as we near our stunning conclusion ...in which hearts break people die Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert “(Oooh) Well does she want me to make a vow? Check it (Oooh)Well does she want me to make it now? On my house, on my job On my loot, shoes, my voice, My crew, my mind, my father's last name? (Ahhh) When I get you alone ('lone) When I get you you'll know baby (know) When I get you alone ('lone) When I get you alone now (it's all mine)” ~Glee's Darren Criss When I get you alone … The young girl took the proffered glass filled with the deliciously warm drink the fresh bouquet of a recently cut human’s blood wafting to her nose. Evangeline sighed. The Dark Lord Dracula kept a stock of living humans to bleed for sustenance. Only the best, young and beautiful were chosen and they doubled as slaves and intermediaries in the muggle world. The better, prettier of them could be culled into the vampire fold but only if they proved themselves useful before their beauty faded. Lord Dracula’s renown for being particularly choosy was common knowledge in the realms. As she sat down and waited her audience with the Dark One, she spied him speaking with a woman, long and dark haired, clutching a book tightly. Evangeline took a sip of wine and sighed. It was delicious, she could feel the strength human blood gave vampires coursing through her blood. She wondered if it was not some silly simpering human wanting to volunteer to be bled or used as a pawn in the hopes of someday being made a vampire. There seemed no end of foolish people who romanticized vampirism as something of a bad boy fetish … completely ignoring just how evil it is to be a vampire. The woman turned and started walking away. She smiled, a familiar face that graced the backs of so many vampire novels. “Was that Stephanie Me … ?” “I find it somewhat amusing and it helps our cause to play with people’s perceptions of vampirism. I don’t think it hurts that some of the people who write cutesy vampire romances are themselves vampires.” The dark lord’s thoughts like a loud dark deep voice in her mind had read her thoughts and replied. Evangeline looked up to find him standing with his back to her, hands clasped behind his back, the house elf walking the author out of his chamber. “I’m sure sire you’re aware the foolish little gnat is off to find what he undoubtedly knows you have in your possession,” the girl began, meaning by gnat Ottery St. Catchpole, who not for the first time or last was underestimated by his enemies. “The very thing I’m keeping from him, I know. Because if he cannot have the cure then he’s going to resort to anything short of a horcrux to keep himself alive. I know the little egotist too well. But of course. Who do you think plotted this whole scenario out so meticulously? That fool Voldemort? That whelp would not know subtlety if it came in the shape of a fire breathing dragon and bit him in the posterior. The fool has reached out an olive branch and seeks an alliance.” “Wouldn’t it be better to ally ourselves with them? The Death Eaters are not a force to be ignored lord.” “Would be petty world conquerors? I saw Caesars fall, I mocked Il Duce and I sent very rude letters to Pinochet and Margaret Thatcher. I am not so easily impressed by the machinations of a foolish little gang of magic wielding thugs. Perhaps after he’s taken the whole of Britain we can consider him a person of interest. As of now, his envoys do not go past the house elf.” The tall dark white haired man exclaimed, using his own voice. He turned to look at the girl. Not the frail figure of the movies, weak and old with withered bones and gnarled skin, but more like a giant massive oak barrel chested, old and proud. The evil he exuded seemed to swirl and sit like a king’s cloak. Evangeline took a long drink from the crystal goblet. The thick liquid slid ever so slowly and deliciously down her throat, warm and she could imagine the pulsing heart that had given it. “So, why ever do you want Ottery as one of your minions sire?” “Honestly? To keep him out of my hair. The little pest always seems to be running around saving the world and killing my vampires every chance he gets.” From out of the shadows, a little squeak which went largely ignored was the figure of Ottery dressed in late Romantic style. He had just caught himself from exclaiming that he was not as meddlesome as they made him seem. Clearly having Tiffany around and Hermione made being sensible more easy. Now that he knew the cure was in the floating fortress, he had to find it and fast. His pocket watch warned him that he had two hours left before the effects would start in earnest. The boy wiped his brow and ignored the slowly rising fever and his weakness. : 3 AN: Yeah, this story is really almost over, and yeah, I really have been too slow to update. sighs Maybe if my life didn't find me so busy ... but I thank you all for sticking with me. I'm working on being a more productive writer so that's a good sign right? Wish me luck ... it might mean more posts sooner LOL love you all ... I swear we'll be done soon. __________________