All characters belong to Mags and Karra
with a shout out to Tara Blue.
Summary: Ray and Tom are talking about a
certain Tall Dutch Lesbian with Fangs.
"Hey, Tom Cat, does he seem a little more short tempered than usual?"
Ray watched as Von snatched a used tissue off the floor, muttering curses that
even he didn't know.
"What do you mean? It's Von, he is always short
"No, I mean today he seems moodier and cranky. Do you think
something has happened?"
Tom shrugs and instantly regrets the motion.
Still not recovered from being sick, he was sore all over. "Maybe he just needs
a day off."
"Nah, it's more than that. Look at his clothes. Don't they
seem darker? The way his hair is spiked, it almost seems violent."
Shaking his head, Tom smiles at Ray. "No, I try not to notice him. We
have an agreement. I stay out of his way; he waits on the kids hand and foot.
It's a nice arrangement."
"I still don't like the way he looks today.
May be you should let him have the day off." Ray tried to ignore the cursing
coming from the kitchen after Von disappeared in that direction.
just needs to let off a little steam. You know how temperamental Sabbats can
"Talk about that pot calling kettle."
"What ever. Besides
he does this whole Dracula look every so often."
"Once, maybe twice a month."
After a few moments of silence, Ray
looked around the apartment. "Do you hear something?"
Tom shook his
head. "Sorry, not a thing."
"That's just it. It's too quiet. Where are
the kids? I thought they were still getting over the chicken pox." Suddenly
worried, Ray and Tom got up to go investigate.
"They are." Quickly they
checked over the kitchen and the rest of the apartment, finding not a hide nor
hair of them. "Do you think something has happened to them?"
minute. What's that sound?"
"Dief's room." The pair
made their way across the apartment to the Werekid's room and slowly opened the
door. Inside, they found the kids silently looking at the corner of the room
hidden behind the door.
In the corner stood Von with a pair of sock
puppets on his hands. Quiet voices seemed to emit from the pair in an eerily
familiar pitch. Upon spotting Ray and Tom, Von stopped his little show and
turned to look at them. As he turned his head, so did the puppets and the
children. All had the same dark glint in their eyes. In unison they spoke.
"Hello Tom and Prince Kawalski."
Ray's attention darted back and
forth from the evil puppets, the demon children, Werekid, and Sabbat Vampire. He
slowly backed towards the door with Tom not far behind. "Hiya! Just wanted to
see how you were."
"We are fine. Everything is just fine."
okay. I guess we will be going now."
"Good bye Tom and Prince Kawalski."
The voices spoke again as one.
Taking one last look around, Ray thought
he saw an evil look in the eyes of one of the puppets, which sent a shudder down
his spine. Shutting the door as softly as he could, Ray hurried back to the
"Did you here what they called me?"
"Yeah, Tom. Von
never calls you Tom."
Tom was very pale as he spoke. "You know, I think
you may be right. He should have the day off."
"That was spooky, talk
about village of the damned. And you say he is this way once or twice a month?"
"Yeah, every twenty-eight days to be exact...” Looking at each other, it
dawned on them.
"I think that would be the perfect time for Von to have
a day off. I mean, we can handle the kids for a day."
Ray looks at him. "Every twenty-eight days."
He shudders as he remembers the socks again. It took all
his strength not to go raid Dead Man's weapon's locker. Instead, he marks the
calendar for the next time. In twenty-eight days, he would be ready.