Monster's Ball :Shadow In Time by Priscilla Poole Rainwater Page A
Authors: Priscilla Poole Rainwater
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the hell kind of ridge running freaks you're used to messing with, but I don't play that shit. Don't make me go out to my car and get my glock! I'm licensed in this state to shoot to damn kill. You want to be the first?”
“Human, you will stop this foolishness RIGHT NOW, and come with me!” the 'vampire' shot back in a condescending voice. Reaching out to grab the young woman by the arms, he looked both angry and hurt when she wrenched herself from his grasp and leaped back.
“Don't you lay another slimy hand on me, I'm a brown belt!” she said, assuming a fighting stance that was more comical than intimidating.
“I should take care of this.” Thoth sighed wearily. “He's always our biggest trouble maker, every year. Always promising to clean up his act, but, well...you know.” Placing one hand on Rena's shoulder, he nudged her behind him protectively. Glancing around briefly, his gaze settled on a tall black woman several feet away. “Medusa! Would you come here for a moment, please?” he called, waving the woman over.
Surprised that she could even be surprised anymore, Rena's eyes widened in near disbelief as the woman approached. The woman's headpiece was adorned with snakes that moved amazingly life-like, just as realistic looking as the minotaurs she had spotted earlier. DAMN, these folks are going all out! She thought.
“Medusa, would you be a dear and keep Rena company while I deal with the situation over there?” Thoth asked.
“Certainly, you hunka-hunka burnin' hair.” the woman laughed.
Nodding to both of them, Thoth turned and gestured to three members of his security team (who were dressed as bird men), and the four of them hurried off to confront the 'vampire', who hissed at them ominously as they approached.
Taking her hand as if they were the best of friends, Medusa steered Rena away from the confrontation and tugged her in the direction of the large buffet table. “Come, Rena, let's see what they've cooked up for us.” she purred, her smooth voice having an immediate calming effect on her new acquaintance. “We should find a good table now, because later a siren will be singing for us, and she makes Whitney Houston sound like an amateur.”
“Ok.” Rena muttered, her senses beginning to reel in the surreal atmosphere. Turning her head to look for Thoth, she spotted him, apparently trying to calm down the near hysterical woman who had been bitten earlier. The 'vampire', still outraged, struggled mightily as the three security 'bird men' dragged him away towards the main entrance, which Rena knew was now an exit, at least for him.
“Don't worry, they can handle him. They have to, every year.” Medusa laughed. “Anyway, if you're wondering, the fine gentleman being escorted off the premises there is none other than Prince Karayan, the grandson of Count Vlad. He's an alpha vampire, next in line to take over the American covens, and as you can see, he's used to having his way. To him, having a human female reject him and tell him off is the ultimate insult, and a sledgehammer blow to his massive ego. It never ceases to amaze me how such powerful beings can be so childish and wear their hearts on their sleeves. Those vampires are a queer bunch, and have been known to sulk for centuries if they're rebuffed. ” she finished in an amused voice.
“Vampire, huh?” Rena giggled, deciding to play along with the charade. Glancing at the table, she was impressed by the enormous and diverse spread that had been prepared. Most were Greek dishes, but there was also Italian, French, and even some southern delicacies. Deciding she would sample some of the dishes she had never tasted before, she loaded up a plate and followed Medusa out of the ballroom and onto a large outdoor patio that was lit by hundreds of tea lights. Several couples had withdrawn from the main crowd and had secluded themselves in dark corners, and, glancing out over the
“Human, you will stop this foolishness RIGHT NOW, and come with me!” the 'vampire' shot back in a condescending voice. Reaching out to grab the young woman by the arms, he looked both angry and hurt when she wrenched herself from his grasp and leaped back.
“Don't you lay another slimy hand on me, I'm a brown belt!” she said, assuming a fighting stance that was more comical than intimidating.
“I should take care of this.” Thoth sighed wearily. “He's always our biggest trouble maker, every year. Always promising to clean up his act, but, well...you know.” Placing one hand on Rena's shoulder, he nudged her behind him protectively. Glancing around briefly, his gaze settled on a tall black woman several feet away. “Medusa! Would you come here for a moment, please?” he called, waving the woman over.
Surprised that she could even be surprised anymore, Rena's eyes widened in near disbelief as the woman approached. The woman's headpiece was adorned with snakes that moved amazingly life-like, just as realistic looking as the minotaurs she had spotted earlier. DAMN, these folks are going all out! She thought.
“Medusa, would you be a dear and keep Rena company while I deal with the situation over there?” Thoth asked.
“Certainly, you hunka-hunka burnin' hair.” the woman laughed.
Nodding to both of them, Thoth turned and gestured to three members of his security team (who were dressed as bird men), and the four of them hurried off to confront the 'vampire', who hissed at them ominously as they approached.
Taking her hand as if they were the best of friends, Medusa steered Rena away from the confrontation and tugged her in the direction of the large buffet table. “Come, Rena, let's see what they've cooked up for us.” she purred, her smooth voice having an immediate calming effect on her new acquaintance. “We should find a good table now, because later a siren will be singing for us, and she makes Whitney Houston sound like an amateur.”
“Ok.” Rena muttered, her senses beginning to reel in the surreal atmosphere. Turning her head to look for Thoth, she spotted him, apparently trying to calm down the near hysterical woman who had been bitten earlier. The 'vampire', still outraged, struggled mightily as the three security 'bird men' dragged him away towards the main entrance, which Rena knew was now an exit, at least for him.
“Don't worry, they can handle him. They have to, every year.” Medusa laughed. “Anyway, if you're wondering, the fine gentleman being escorted off the premises there is none other than Prince Karayan, the grandson of Count Vlad. He's an alpha vampire, next in line to take over the American covens, and as you can see, he's used to having his way. To him, having a human female reject him and tell him off is the ultimate insult, and a sledgehammer blow to his massive ego. It never ceases to amaze me how such powerful beings can be so childish and wear their hearts on their sleeves. Those vampires are a queer bunch, and have been known to sulk for centuries if they're rebuffed. ” she finished in an amused voice.
“Vampire, huh?” Rena giggled, deciding to play along with the charade. Glancing at the table, she was impressed by the enormous and diverse spread that had been prepared. Most were Greek dishes, but there was also Italian, French, and even some southern delicacies. Deciding she would sample some of the dishes she had never tasted before, she loaded up a plate and followed Medusa out of the ballroom and onto a large outdoor patio that was lit by hundreds of tea lights. Several couples had withdrawn from the main crowd and had secluded themselves in dark corners, and, glancing out over the
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