Helena (you know Helena, dahlink. Tall, cool blonde with a razor sharp tongue and a wit to match. I mean that affectionately, of course) always hints that we might one day collaborate and today was the day I decided we were going to. Whether she approved or not. I read her piece today (which is a treat, as always) and have added my own as a sort of continuation. They can both be read alone, but I think they’re quite fun together. *tosses vampire gauntlet*
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“Hellfire and ashes,” Jakob swore.
The turrets of the quaint chateau flamed merrily. The onlookers cries were decidedly less festive. Jakob ducked back into the shadow of a nearby building. His face was too recognizable and you never knew who belonged to the Count these days.
He slid from shadow to shadow—difficult even in the waning daylight. Difficult for anyone except Jakob. He groaned at the name on a burning tractor. Van Helsing Bros.
It wasn’t the first time someone used his family name—and certainly not the last—but must they light his favorite Transylvanian B&B on fire?
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Ah, to be a Van Helsing of THE Van Helsings. The alternative would be dreadful, wouldn’t it? Like being a Kennedy in Massachusetts, but not, you know… THOSE Kennedys.
You can hi-jack my little worlds any time you want to, darling, I don’t mind at all.
They say imitation is the highest form of flattery, but I think collaboration is a close second. Thank you for creating such tempting worlds that I must hi-jack them from time to time.
Thank you for making me smile. Feeling shitty today, so that’s really appreciated. Oh, and pick up your vampire gauntlet, it’s cluttering up my floor.
It’s not my fault; your floor is already messy. Wash the gauntlet and then return it. I believe it’s landed in a puddle of Greyhound.
What kind of irresponsible lush do you take me for? I’d never let good vodka go to waste like that!
I forget you’re a responsible lush, mille apologies!
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A nice extension that stands perfectly well on its own.
I started salivating when I read “B&B.” I think I need a relaxing weekend… no vampires, fires, or tractors allowed. Wine is OK, though.
DRINK WIIIINE NOT BLAAAAHDDDD
MAKE LOOOOOOVE NOT FANG HOLESSSSSSS
USE FLOOOOSSSS NOT FAAAANGS
On Wed, Feb 26, 2014 at 4:22 PM, Vers Les Etoiles wrote:
Did you add your contact info there because you’re so proud of that line?
Ugh embarrassing email reply fail
Eh, I thought it was kind of endearing. 🙂
Nice continuation! What a great idea 🙂
Thank you! I have the inspiration of the photo and Helena’s story to thank.
Great continuation – and loved it all on its own, too!
Collaboration looks good on you two. Me likey a lot. I feel like I got an encore in the witty repartee in the comments. Made me smile.
Thank you! Sometimes our comments can go off the rails, so I’m glad you found them equally entertaining!
I love this pair up, and both stand well alone also. Nice work, ladies!
Read both. Great fun the two of you are having. Shame about the B&B; bloody arsonists.
Now I just want breakfast. And my bed. Glad you liked it!
Maybe he had a stake in the B&B. 🙂
Very punny! Nice one.
I agree. The two stories are good together or apart. Well done.
Thank you! I think they’re fun to read together, but it’s nice that they stand on their own, too.
Oh dear, there goes another prime vacation location! Good continuation to Helena’s piece (equally good as a stand-alone!).
I know right? People should do their research! Thank you!
I love a good collaboration. Not sure if that’s a B&B I’d want to have stayed in, though. Well done.
Unfortunately we’ll never find out about the B&B as it is sadly burnt to a crisp. Thanks for reading.
Haha! I love what you did with Helena’s story – and she did too, so you’ve won that round 😉
Ultimate victory is MIIIIINE.
I mean, thank you so very much!
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