Danse Macabre in a Nutshell

Chapter 49:



Anita: Lets get ready to Rrrrummmble!

Jason: Yeah baby! Bodyslam that fangbanger!

Requiem: I’m not a fangbanger!

Munin-Raina: You want to be.

Requiem: Who doth whisper in my ear?

Anita: Hang on Req, I’m going to hold a two-way with the Ghost of Horndogs Past.

Munin-Raina: Woof-woof.

Requiem: (Did she just call me ‘wreck’?)

Munin-Raina: I want this new Requiem tidbit.

Anita: No, I won’t share my men with another woman, even a ghosty woman.

Munin-Raina: In that case, let me poke around in YOUR goodie bits. * poke * *stir *

Anita: Strudel and Salsa, that’s me.

Munin-Raina: What’s this? No fair, you have your own she-wolf. I thought I was your only bitch?

Anita: I’m the Uber-everything in this series, including ‘bitch’.

Munin-Raina: * Pout * I’m out of here.

Jason: Bye Raina, give my love to Gabriel (Jerk).

Anita: Ice cold corpses. That’s hot.

Requiem: I’m your cadaver of love.

Anita: Ooo, you have holes in you. Can I poke them? *jab * * jab *

Requiem: Ow! No poking! How about I poke your boo-boos?

Anita: No…! Hmm. Well, how about that, The Munin-Raina healed my cross-burn.

Requiem: …And not me?? There’s just no limit to your freaking specialness is there?

Anita: Apparently not.

Requiem: I’m going home.

Anita: Wait. I feel a new power coming on. Now, not only can I heal the living by using the Munin, now I can heal the dead. Check it: *Whooosh *

Requiem: I’m all better!

Anita: Yawn. Sleepy now. Shutting down all metaphysical links…which unlike earlier in the book won’t cause everyone to freak out and almost die.

Nathaniel: That’s nice of you to spare us the negatives this time I guess.

Jason: We need everything working. Requiem, use your power to call the ardeur. She’s too sleepy to control you with it.

Requiem: …Groovy. I can get it up this time, unlike last time, when I was too scared she’d turn me into an Ardeur addict like she did London.

Jason: Uh. From what I hear, you offered pretty much just that last time.

Requiem: I’m nothing if not inconsistent. This good with you m’lady?

Jason: (Did he just call her ‘malady’?)

Anita: Climb on-board already! I won’t think any less of you.

Requiem: And I won’t think anything more….