Posted By Teeni on May 20, 2008

Wow! This one seemed to give people a lot of trouble and I had to jump in myself a few times to try and bring things together so that they could be built on again. But I do think it turned out…interesting. Poor Marie. She has more troubles than I ever thought could possibly befall her, she’s also not the same woman I originally thought she was! LOL. Grab your favorite hot beverage of choice and see for yourself!

Marie couldn’t believe what she had done. But now that Harrison John had finally keeled over (with a smile still on his lips), she realized she had to move forward. He couldn’t stay HERE in her hotel suite, after all! Fortunately her son, Brendan-Jordan (B.J.) was blissfully unaware of the goings-on. She arranged B.J. in front of his favorite bird-watching window, and then managed to drag Harrison’s body onto her suitcase dolly in a standing position. That made the trip to the car much easier and less conspicuous as he almost looked animated with that lingering smile. He looked drunk, actually. It was kind of creepy. She shook off the heebie-jeebies and continued about the business of getting rid of the “evidence.” With many grunts and groans, plus a couple of pulled muscles, she was able to get him to an abandoned home on the outskirts of the city, where she began to dig…(Teeni)

into the dusty earth. Marie gave a silent thank you to Oprah and Billy Blanks for introducing her to tae-bo, as the spade plowed easily into the dirt time after time. Suddenly her spade hit something wooden, a dull thud rang out. Marie frowned and peered closer, just what she needed, someone had already buried something here. But what? Marie knew she didn’t have time to be mucking around, but curiosity got the better of her. She knelt down and….(Hay)

…noticed how powerful her quadriceps felt - she could snap a mans spine with her anaconda leg enwrapment. She slid an open palm across her calves, a field of spiny hairs almost cut her flesh, “Ouch!” She noticed a long whisker protruding from her cheek in the prismatic twilight of angular sunbeams. Was it an estrogen imbalance from all that soy milk? She madly scraped layers of dirt away from the hard object - beautifully lacquered ancient redwood was revealed. She rapped on the surface, the wood was hollow but thick. She grumbled, “I bet Oprah is getting it on hot and heavy with John Travolta…maybe Steadman is gay,” and noticed a plaque inscribed with bizarre symbology. She couldn’t believe… (Bobby)

she hadn’t seen it before. How could she have been so blind?? She went inside and started searching the internet to find out what it meant. What if it told the truth about him? Marie didn’t know if she could handle the truth. Suddenly she found the right page. She started to figure out what it meant when…..(Melsie)

she read the definition on Wikipedia. Sheesh, she thought to herself. What have I got myself into this time? She definitely needed to stop meeting people like this. She sighed. She grabbed a glass of white wine, ran a tall bubble bath and sank into it to think. She needed to figure this one out and fast or…(Kami)

the Council would soon come after her. They have a no tolerance policy for people who help renegade vampires. But he seemed so nice, she thought. And he was definitely gorgeous. “How was I to know he was a creature of the night?” she wailed out loud. “I thought it was sweet the way he kept kissing my neck!” She soaked a few more minutes, closed her eyes, and remembered his touch, his smell. She suddenly bolted out of the tub and exclaimed “I’ve got it! I know how we’ll keep the Council off our backs! We’ll . . . .” (Chanya)

go see Drucillda. Drucillda was a witch with all sorts of magic potions and mysterious spells. If anyone could help Marie, surely Drucillda could. After all, how hard could it be to turn a gorgeous vampire such as Dimetrius into a ravishing man? Everything has a price and surely Drucillda would require some type of payment in return for her services. Drucillda had a teeny, tiny task that had to be accomplished before she would agree to help Marie and her handsome vampire. In order for Drucillda to turn Dimetrius into a man, first Marie and Dimetrius must . . . (LumpyLumps)

find the sacred vial of beet juice that was hidden many thousands of years ago by the famous VVV (Vegetarian and Vegan Vampire) Association. Only this would satisfy Drucillda enough to help Marie turn Dimetrius into the hunk of mortal man she knew he would be. But first, she still had to finish digging the hole to get rid of Harrison’s body. She simply couldn’t leave him exposed to the elements, especially with that foolish look on his face. So with a plan in mind, she picked up her spade once again and… (Teeni)

continued to dig the hole. As the dirt flew haphazardly around her, she couldn’t help but think to herself, “I never imagined I would ever have to bury a dead body”. Marie’s guilty thoughts made her feel uncomfortable, but there was a job to be done. Some time later, as she tossed the last few clods of dirt over Harrison’s body, she felt a sense of relief as his face disappeared …(Hannah)

Now nobody would ever know, she could get on with things, and never have to look back. She knew she had covered her tracks well. Now she just needed to learn how to live with it all. She new exactly what she needed to do next, so with a deep breath, (Calamity)

she tossed the spade into a bush and was just about to make off down the path, when she heard a loud shriek and a groan. She turned around to see someone emerge from the bush and attempt to stagger after her. It was a man. And the man had a camera in his hand (and a spade stuck in the top of his head). “I saw everything,” he said as he fell to the ground, “and I have . . . (Reluctant Blogger)

….it all on camera and will expose you and your shameful deeds! Stop now and surrender yourself or you will be sorry. She didn’t need this right now, this wasn’t part of the plan. What could she do about this guy? She couldn’t be exposed!

She glanced to her left and noticed a front yard littered with toys. She jumped on the tricycle and grabbed the croquet mallet laying the front yard and petaled her way towards the troublesome camera man. She raised the croquet mallet and….(Talina)

with a mighty Xena cry she peddled towards the man, “YIYIYIYIYIYI”, smashing her instrument of death on the toes of her adversary. “ARRRRGH!” The man screamed in pain, hopping on one foot. Marie jumped from her trusted stead and grabbed his camera. “What in the name of Artemis are you doing taking my picture?” The man hopped towards …..(Lori J. - Lori has no blog for me to link to…yet!)

the road, and made his way painfully to his car. He opened the trunk with a mightly flourish. TA DA! I’ve been keeping this as quiet as possible but since you don’t seem to enjoy surprises, I think it best that I reveal to you now (Witchypoo)

that I have been hiding something very valuable in here………(Kaylee)

Even before he finished speaking the words, Marie was already wondering if her luck could really be that much in her favor today. Could he really have the sacred vial of beet juice? Here she had been thinking of the long arduous task it would be to get her hands on it and it was now right in front of her. Marie quickly grabbed the vial from the strange man with one hand and knocked him out with the croquet mallet in her other hand. She tied him up with a handy jump rope that had been near the tricycle and left poofs of dust in her wake as she wasted no time exiting the premises. If she could just get this vial to Drucillda in one piece, Drucillda would be able to return the handsome Dimetrius to a mortal state. Hmm, maybe she didn’t really care as much about Andre as she originally thought. All she really wanted was for B.J. to have a good father figure. So she jumped back on her horse … (Teeni)

…a former polo pony, and in an uncharacteristic move that shocked herself, she rode back to the unconcious strange man and used the croquet mallot to take one more swing at him just for fun. Her mallot struck his head with a sickening thud, but it was a pleasant sound, too, and it awoke within Marie a dream she had long ago abandoned. If I ever get my life together, she thought, this is exactly what I want to do, I want to be a polo star! Crowds cheering, polo ponies prancing, she’d wanted it ever since she was a little girl. But all thoughts of the cheering polo crowds soon vanished as she remembered her task at hand, to deliver the beet juice and return Dimetrius to the big ol’ hunk of burning love that he was. Once he was back to himself, he’d certainly …(Wendy)

… understand that she needed to set off on a new path. Would he let her go without a whisper or would he insist that she stay and work at the ranch? Whatever had possessed her to think she’d be happy cleaning horse barns when she longed to be sailing along on the back of a horse. She resisted the temptation to look again at the now-unconscious man. He’d come out of nowhere and scared her half to death. Really, she thought, I must keep my focus on the subject at hand. Deliver first and daydream later. Some things just … (Kate)

 

…are meant to be. He would wake up sooner or later so why waste time worrying about him. She knew she just had to keep focusing hard enough and all would be well. Just like the last time. She walked over to the white horse that had ambled his way over to her. He was magnificent. She repeated the word focus like a mantra, over and over again. Yes, it was happening again for the first time since she was a young girl. The horn was pushing it’s way through on the horse’s head, growing, gleaming, shining golden like the sun. She jumped on the Unicorn just like the last time wondering where he would take her on this next journey. The sun was shining down on them as they galloped away. In the backround she thought she heard a voice in the distance. She couldn’t quite hear what it was saying. (Joan)

The End…for now. Muuuhahaha!

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