It’s Monday.
And I’m evil.
Snippets of stories that you may or may not see by Advent. You’ll have to talk to Bob about his plans.
Story #1:
With a low growl Dean put the phone back to his ear. “You want to know where the fuck I’ve been? Let me tell you Dad! I was captured by Balthazar, tortured and Turned. Yes, dad, that means your oldest son is a fucking Vampire. So you can go to fucking hell!”
He slammed the phone into the ground.
“FUCK!” He screamed out to the heavens.
Story #2:
Finally!
Some alone time. After the chaos of the past few years I deserve a well-earned break with my Mate. Told Remus we were taking a vacation, and if Langdon decided to raid the Vatican again I didn’t want to hear about it until I got home.
And read the book.
Or seen the movie.
Story #3:
“Rick! Trouble brewin’.” Daryl ignored the Deputy, pissing him off even more.
“What kind of trouble?” he demanded, moving from behind his desk. He grabbed his hat off the hook on the wall, then pulled down his gunbelt and secured it around his waist, with a quick check on the six-shooter to make sure it was loaded.
“Zombies.”
Rick actually felt his body skid to a halt.
He shook his head slightly, his brain playing back what he had just heard.
Zombies?!
Yeah he had heard that right.
Story #4:
Peter Burke stepped into the 24th Precinct, he swore it hadn’t changed over the decades he had been coming to pick up Elizabeth. He filled out the paperwork, took possession of his wife’s belongings, and ignored the rambling of the clerk.
“You know Agent Burke you really should talk to you wife. Make sure she knows her place,” the officer said as he escorted Peter to the holding cells.
“By any chance was your father a cop?” Peter asked.
“Yes. As was my grandfather.” The cop opened the door to the cells.
“That’s what I figured.” He had heard the same speech a few times the past five decades.
Peter Burke stopped in front of the cell and sighed.
“Hi honey.” Elizabeth smiled at him.
Story #5:
It was a standoff.
Neither of us flinched.
Guns steady and aimed at the other.
“Mikey you wouldn’t shoot me would you?” Larry’s grin was manic. “You know I do all of this for you.”
“No. Larry.” I had to bite back all of the emotions concerning my ex-partner. If I didn’t I knew it would over whelm me, and feedback into Sam. I needed Sam to concentrate on saving my mother, and not worry about me. “You only care about yourself.”
He shook his head. “No Michael. I do this for you. I know who you really are. Who you crave to be. I can let you be that person, and not hold you back, like that hooligan you shacked up with.”
“Sam is my Mate.”
“I’M. YOUR. MATE.” Larry growled in anger, then stepped back and took a calming breath. “You’ll see Michael. You belong to me. Did you not get my DVD? I wanted you to remember that night, see how beautiful you were under me.”
As a spy you are faced with moments of moral dilemmas. You have to make split second decisions that can change not just the course of your mission, but your life and sometimes the lives of those around you.
I lowered my gun, turned my back on him, and walked away.
I ignored Larry’s yelling.
I needed to be with my mom, my family, my Mate.
Though Sam’s hatred for DVD Players, and his ban from all Best Buys in the state of Florida, suddenly made more sense.
