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| Fanfics Admin 01 | Tuesday Feb 14 2006, 11:16 PM Post #1 |
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This story operates on the hope that the rumors surrounding Italy are true. Sami and Lucas have renewed their friendship. Angela has married Brandon . In my story the Moronis are staying with the Kirakises and Lucas knows Nicole is after Victor and that Kate paid her 5 mill (Nicole however does not know that Lucas knows) Hopefully, this story is as silly as I intended it to be. Prologue: Sweetly laid plans Place: Salem , a city on the dock of the bay Date: October 31, year 2000, a blustery All Hallows Eve Time: 12:00 midnight, the witching hour It was a dark and stormy night. Old newspapers flew across the deserted streets of the inner city like broken winged morning doves struggling to fly. Two inky figures stepped out of the shadows; next to the run downed Uncle Whoopee’s Novelty Shop, and sped through the sheeting rain into the waiting surveillance van disguised as a telephone utility vehicle. It was my partner Scami and I decked out in tight, knit sweaters and form fitting pants. She didn’t know it, but at the time I was thanking every cheesy spy movie I’d ever seen for inspiring our leave-nothing-to-the-imagination apparel. For, her lush derriPre was two inches from my face as she climbed in through the side door, her golden hair like a neon halo in the dim light, her every voluptuous curve outlined in black. I was just about to pinch said curve when she turned my way and asked, "So are you ready to get in touch with your inner child?" "Always," was my crisp reply as I too stepped inside the van playing it cool, keeping it smooth. "Well then, let the games begin." My sexy cohort, my new ex-ex best friend, purred as she held out her hand. We slapped five forward, five back and ended in a clasping of palms. The anticipation thundered through our nerves like lighting, as knowing grins were shared between us. "They’re never going to know what hit them." We said in unison, laughing at the coincidence before we took our places, Sami in the passenger seat and myself behind the wheel. It was time to get busy… ------------------------------- Act I: Dirty Deeds done dirt cheap The place: Kirakis Mansion , a great big house built for an impotent man (compensation going on? you be the judge.) The date: Nov 1, or the Morning After (but some people don’t kiss and tell) The time: 8 am, waking up is hard to do (hey, it’s hard to be witty at this time in the day) Kate was feeling great. Every thing was new and fresh--carpe Diem, seize the day-- as she walked down the stairs, her senses pleasantly refreshed and alive. She especially enjoyed the way the soft carpet padded her bare feet and how the sun was streaming in through the lead-glass windows like so many diamonds on the floor. It was just like her daddy always said, morning is the best part of the day-if you can wake up for it. And all she needed now was a fresh cup of coffee and a fried egg sandwich and she’d be ready for anything, even that no account tramp of a houseguest Angela and that bitch-whore daughter-in-law Nicole. As she walked into the kitchen, Kate noticed with pleasure how the servants all paused to marvel at her beauty and power, before hurriedly getting back to work when she scowled their way. Oh how she loved terrorizing the little people. "I’ve been up for the last ten minutes and still have yet to see my breakfast. How many times do I have to tell you that I expect to be served at exactly 8 Am.?" "But Miss, it is just 8 now." Rosalie, the head cook, pointed out as a smile threatened to spill across her face. Kate fumed; the impertinent wench was choosing to disagree with her? What nerve! "I don’t care if it’s 2 am, if I say it’s 8 then it’s 8 o’clock damnit! Do you comprende?" Kate ended her tirade on a shriek as the kitchen staff huddled together laughing uncontrollably. "What is wrong with you people? If you don’t stop laughing this instant I’ll have you all fired! Do you hear me? Stop it, RIGHT NOW!" Kate screamed at the girl and grabbed the tray of food from her hands. She marched out into the living room and sat down more than a little perturbed as she bit into her sandwich viciously. If only she hadn’t been so angry, she might have noticed a small, gray tail peeking out from between the bread. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t. In fact, she was so mad that it took her several bites before she became aware of the strange texture and taste of her meal. Stopping in mid chew, dread evident on her face, finally she opened her sandwich to the hairy remains of a dead mouse! After much gagging and spitting and drinking of coffee, Kate enraged flew back into the kitchen ready to kill! Holding the severed rodent by the tail she screamed at the stricken crew, "Who’s responsible? I want a name and I WANT IT NOW!" "Gee Kate you don’t have to get all blue in the face!" Nicole snickered as she walked in. It was too much for the poor staff. The entire kitchen roared with uncontrollable mirth at the new arrivals, some of the servants even buckled over falling to the floor they were giggling so hard. But it was nothing compared to the noise that followed Angela’s curious entrance. "Hey Angela, is it true that it’s not easy being green?" Nicole’s snicker turned into a full-fledged cackle. "I wouldn’t know, but if I were you I’d stay away from the, how do you say, purple-people-eater." Angela shook her head in merriment thinking that America truly was a land full of lunatics. For her part, Kate watched amazed shocked to see Nicole’s entire face stained a bright purple and Angela’s a sickly green. While Nicole and Angela pointed at each other laughing hysterically, Kate walked over to the sink with a growing horror. She picked up a stainless steel pan, flung away the mouse, and looked at her reflection in disbelief. Her face! Her flawless face was an indelible blue! "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" ---------- -- From the warm confines of an AT&T white, utility van, two individuals had to fling off their headsets as Kate’s voice boomed over the speakers. For a long while they watched the monitor showing the erupting chaos inside the Kirakis kitchen while they cried and hung on to each other in breathless laughter. Finally, one of them noticed two businessmen making their way to the limo parked outside the mansion. She tugged at her companion and pointed to the second monitor. "It’s almost time for the second act." Interlude: I Need Some Place: an AT&T van (did I really have to tell you?) outside the Kirakis mansion Date & Time: Holy Second Hand Bat Man, nothings changed!!! "It’s almost time for the second act. Ooo! Ooo! I need popcorn for this! Lucas go get some! Hurry, oh and grab my soda too!" Sami was bouncing up and down like a Superball on speed, gesturing wildly. I loved it! The girl wants popcorn, the girl gets popcorn; the girl wants soda, the girl gets soda. More caffeine might be the last thing she needs, but if it keeps her shaking it like that…I say bring it on Baby, bring it on! So, being the macho provider that I am, I did. I went over to the microwave next to monitor five, threw in the bag, pressed a few buttons, and presto…hot, buttery popcorn. Easy Cake. Then I reached into the cooler and pulled out a Pepsi, clicked open the tab and passed it her way making sure our fingers touched seductively. Yes, I could tell by her startled glance that she was affected; but the timing wasn’t right to get serious, so I busted up the tension by tossing popcorn in the air and catching it in my mouth. Then I threw some her way. One hit her on the nose. One fluffy bit hit her chin. And the others landed randomly off her face onto the floor. "God you suck!" I teased as she missed yet again. We were both giggling like fools. "It’s no fair, your making me laugh. I could catch one if you’d stop it already." It was true, I was making faces at her being as goofy as I could get, goading her on; but I wasn’t about to let her off the hook. "Excuses, excuses." I sighed as she got up and grabbed the bag from me. "Oh enough already! Sit down, Victor just got in the car." So I sat down and that was that. I couldn’t miss what was about to happen to Mr. Kiri-Yuck-kiss as my inner child calls him. Act Two: Certain things shouldn’t be shared Place: inside the limo Date & Time: beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. According to the tone the time is now 8:20 am , November 1st , 2000. There is a 25% chance of rain, a 25% chance of snow, a 25% chance of sun, and a 25% divided between partly cloudy skies and partly sunny skies. Thank you for calling the AT&T time and weather. This message will repeat itself *Click. Power. From the spacious mahogany trimmed interior to the wet bar, from the intercom to the TV, the entire limo reeked of it. Moroni couldn’t help but be impressed by the obvious flaunting of wealth that Victor had engaged in by purchasing such a vehicle, yet a part of him also found it somewhat pretentious. He especially felt this way as he began to slide on the slick Italian leather of the backseat. Fumbling, he righted himself, dismayed that a man of his stature should be so ungraceful. He was only thankful that Victor hadn’t been inside yet to witness his theatrics. Unfortunately, just moments after he recovered he began to slip once more and was in full flail when the esteemed Kirakis opened the passenger door and climbed in. "Here, here let me help you." Victor chuckled as he grasped the mobster anchoring him to his seat. "My apologies, it seems my chauffeur has been a little over zealous with the cleaning." "I didn’t realize one could polish leather." Moroni grumbled keeping his head down to hide his embarrassment. "Ha, too true!" Victor responded good-naturedly; but Moroni was ignoring him, his attention being drawn to some scrap of cloth on the floor of the otherwise pristine car. Victor’s affable chuckles died as Moroni held up the item. He couldn’t believe his eyes…it was a pair of Hans underwear, with his name printed on it in permanent, black ink marker. Worse, the drawers were stained yellow and it was full of holes. Moroni was staring at him like he was either a pervert or a psychopath. "I don’t kno-" "I’ve never been so insulted in all my life! If you think this is funny you’re sadly mistaken, for no longer will I over-look the injuries and indignities that you have dealt my family. You sick bastard. And to think I brought my daughter into your home." As fast as he could, slipping and sliding as he struggled with the door handle, Moroni fled the limo. Fuming, he blocked out Victor’s pleas calling after him and marched into the house to collect his innocent young daughter and son-in-law. He would send for his things. There was no way he was going to stay another minute in Salem with these demented, corrupted souls he thought. But, he thought wrong. One look at Angela’s crying, green skinned countenance and he fainted dead away. Meanwhile, Victor was still holding the underwear, thinking ‘What the hell?’ and mumbling to himself that anyone who knows him understands that he prefers boxers. ** ******* Short Epilogue: if the van is rocking don’t bother knocking Place & Date & Time: it’s a given I’m not exactly sure how it happened. One minute we were whooping and hollering, giving each other high fives and doing victory dances and the next we were sharing salty, buttery kisses on a floor full of popcorn. I think it started with the congratulatory hug I gave her. Actually, I think it was the third hug. I don’t know and I don’t really care right now because the thing she’s doing with her tongue is … well never mind. Shows over folks. I’m kinda busy. |
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