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[Chad Ryley]

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“So this is where vampires live.” Chad screwed up his face in anticipation of disgust as he slid his dagger under the lid of the coffin and pried it up a crack.

“They don’t live. And stop that.” Paytience swatted his hand away from the coffin exasperatedly. “If I have to tell you one more time, I’m cutting that hand off.”

“That’s a’ight, I’m sure Skidmark could use a midnight snack. Or a midday snack. What’s the word for that? You know the one normal people use. OH YES. Lunch.”

Paytience stifled a chuckle. “Don’t call him Skidmark. I’m sure they can hear us, ya jerk.”

“I think it’s more like hibernation. “ Chad scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I heard somewhere that they sleep real hard. Can’t wake up. That’s why they need us to guard them. “ He slid his dagger beneath the lid again.

“Goddamn it, Chad, I’m gonna beat you.” Paytience spoke in a harsh but hushed tone

Chad grinned broadly, blue eyes sparkling mischievously. “Promise?”

Paytience rolled her eyes and blew her hair out of her face. “Just guard them. Don’t bounce things off the coffins. Don’t peek inside. Just guard. Think you can manage that, Miss Prissy?”

Chad gave her a flustered look. “Miss….?”

“Yeah. Nice skirt.”

“It’s a sarong.” Chad furrowed his brow.

“Glad you could dress up for the occasion anyway. Your boobs look like they’re on fire. Put on a shirt, for gods’ sakes.” Paytience turned back to the secret entrance and leaned against the wall, kryss in hand.

Chad looked down at his tattoos. “I don’t have boobs. They’re CALLED pecs. And those are tribal sun rays. I want the world to know that the sun does, indeed, rise and set on my pecs.”

“Pfft.” Paytience huffed indignantly.

Chad grinned. He wouldn’t tell the truth if she’d asked. And she’d never ask. She’s a spitfire, though, I’ll give her that. Cute too. Too bad the gods gave her a mouth.

[Ancyous]

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Ancyous raised his hand, a bolt of pale blue light arcing from his fingertips toward that portion of the wall which served as a concealed entrance to the vampires' lair. The heavy stone creaked in response to the gypsy's magic, swinging wide to allow him instant passage. A putrid stench immediately assailed his nostrils - a fetid declaration of the presence of undead. The flames of a brazier against the far left wall brought forth no warmth in their chaotic burning, serving only to deepen the shadows that enshrouded three wooden coffins lined one beside another in the center of the room.

His footfalls echoed upon the spectral silence, bones crunching beneath his boots as he made his way about the cadaverous bedchamber. Kneeling beside one of the coffins, he ran a finger along its polished edge. "Quite the engaging enigma," he growled, a salacious grin slowly settling over his chiseled features.

[Ancyous]

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"Another day, another dollar, eh vampiro?"

The gypsy's laughter reverberated off the rough stone walls as he prepared to take his leave. A full moon beckoned upon the horizon and he had no more time to waste watching wooden boxes the contents of which spent their slumbering hours hiding from the sun, their nights cloaked in darkness stalking innocents for blood.

"¡Cobardes débiles! Indeed, I do certainly guard you!"

[Chad Ryley]

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“A banana? Really?” Paytience looked at the fruit that Chad offered from his perch sitting cross-legged atop a coffin.

“You got somethin’ against bananas?” Chad grinned.

“Why do you get a peach and I get a banana?” Paytience narrowed her eyes.

Chad only grinned more broadly in reply and held it out pointing at her nose, an inch from her face. “It’s nature’s perfect food.”

Paytience slapped the banana, sending it sailing and bouncing off another coffin. “Get that banana outta my face.”

Chad looked hurt. “You really need to deal with some of your fruit anger issues. Besides, no fair bouncing things off coffins. You won’t let me do it.”

“Get off the coffin. It’s almost sunset. You know what Ancy and Cezanne said. We leave at sunset, not a minute after.” Paytience waited, but Chad didn’t budge. He was engrossed in overly-enjoying his piece of fruit.

“Hello? Boobs? Sunset?”

“Not coming down until you apologize.” Chad shot her a sparkling mischievous look and took another bite of the peach.

“I’m sorry you’re a little wench.” Pay glared.

“There, was that so hard?” Chad grinned. “Now eat the banana.”

“I’m NOT eating that banana. I don’t know where it’s been.” Paytience picked it up and examined it.

Chad turned his eyes deliberately away from her as he reveled in the juicy peach. Paytience sighed exasperatedly and began to peel the banana.

“Slowly, sloooowly…make me forget all my troubles.” Chad watched, enthralled.

“You’re a pig, Chad.”

Chad watched as Paytience lifted the banana, licking her lips suggestively, and then took a vicious bite, chewing it exaggeratedly as she glared at him.

“Ahhh…” his exclamation came out in a half-whisper. “Why would you DO that?”

“Get -off- the coffin.”

“A’ight, damn. See if I ever bring dinner for you again.” Chad slid down off the coffin, landing with a thump on the floor of the catacomb.

Outside, the sun was setting, and it was time for haste to usher them out the secret door. He flipped Paytience’s ponytail on the way past as he made for the door. “You shouldn’t eat fruit you find on the floor of a crypt anyhow. You never know where it’s been.” He ducked the swipe at the back of his head and loped out the door into the fading rays of twilight.