Goth Club exerpt

this has characters from the Lord of the Rings realm, the Anita Blake (by Laurell K. Hamilton) realm, the Harry Potter realm, and some original characters tossed in for fun.

Lord of the Rings characters © Tolkien

Anita Blake characters © Laurel K. Hamilton

Harry Potter © J. K. Rowling

original characters © ME, Steven King, and ladydeathfaerie

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Thetis pulled away, re-adjusting a few slipping straps and then her hair. “Your words do not impress me, master. Your wooing skills are pitiful, to say the least.” With that, she turned to face him. “If that is the best you can offer, we are all surely doomed.” The scorn in her voice and eyes was unmistakable.

Jean-Claude narrowed his deep blue eyes at the girl. He could handle Oria or Kendra, or even Anita speaking to him this way, but not the elf. He had no doubts that this woman probably had absolutely no friends.

“Very well,” he hissed at her. “We shall play this game on my terms then, young one.” With that, he grabbed her, bringing her chin up so he could capture her eyes with his own. Gazing down at her, he spoke quietly, his voice full of threat and intent. “If this game cannot be played fairly by you, I shall take you any way I see fit. Including the rolling of your mind.” With these words, he captured her with his eyes. He felt her heart flutter for a fraction of a beat and instantly knew he had possession of the elf.

Unknown to the master vampire, a certain Draconis was watching him intently, her own gaze darkening with every passing moment. Kendra got up from her stool, more than half toasted, as she had already downed five shots of Ogden's Old Fyre Whiskey along with three shots of tequila and two of Shloger. Grabbing the bar for support, the witch began making her way towards the helpless elf and the master vampire, intent on inflicting harm to at least one of them. “At least the elf,” she thought stubbornly.