Ninjas

Good Afternoon my lovlies. What a couple of days I have had. Firstly... Blondie, (thats me) didn't get around to paying the lights account. Had the money in the bank... forgot to pay. Not like me at all, I blame...(think up some random person or thing and input it here)
So they came to switch off the electricity yesterday. Which set off a chain of super ninja scrambling to go pay it so it could be switched back on again.
They only work office hours, so we had a very romantic candle lit night. Before you allow your mind to go wandering in the direction of gutters and possibly sewers (yes twinsie I mean you), picture us squinting at too bright iPads, and complaining that they were blinding us.
I was doing research on serial killers for my new book--great reading material when there is not electricity so I was jumpy as hell. Didn't help that Gavin (like the old fart he is), fell asleep first.
9 am this morning they put it back on again, and for some reason the house alarm arms, and promptly starts blaring like a disemboweled clowder of cats.
Okay, no problem (we never use the thing) so I dash off to find the piece of paper the previous tenants left with the code on it. Success! Or not... The code doesn't work! Another mad ninja scramble to get hold of the estate agent. So they can get hold of the owner, so he can give the alarm code, but he's in a meeting. So we can't get hold of him and in the mean time back at disemboweled cat central I'm getting a migraine and crawling around on the floor to try and stay out the motion-detection-eye's line of sight. (Que Mission Impossible theme)
I can hear you laughing and I'm raising my eyebrow at you.
Ninja Evi phones (useless) Ninja Gavin and demands that he comes home this instant to come switch the damn thing off or shes going to go all Ziva David from NCIS and start cutting wires to the alarm box. Ninja Gavin regrettably informs Ninja Evi she's on her own (told you he was useless).
I had to sit still for hours before the battery in the stupid alarm finally ran down.
Now can you see why I've had a craptatstic couple of days?

002- Battle

Zane somersaulted and landed in a crouch, his dagger clasped in his right hand, his left hand spread with splayed fingers in the dirt they were fighting on.

He spun, kicking out a leg to bring his opponent down, and dropped on top of him, then he slammed his dagger into his enemy’s throat with a double handed grip.  The blade slid through the downed vampire’s throat like a plasma torch through metal, incapacitating the creature. 

Zane spared a quick glance in Poe’s direction.  His fellow outsider was finishing off his opponent.  He decapitated his foe and bent to wipe his blade on the dead vampire’s clothes. 

Around them, the dirt was littered with the corpses of vampires.  A rogue team, that had been planning the assassination of the crown prince of the vampires.

“What are we doing here again?”  Zane straightened and moved away from the unconscious vampire on the ground.  “I mean besides saving your licentious hide?”

Poe laughed, “I’m willing to bet my crown they didn’t think the crown prince would come after them himself.”  He kicked the body at his feet, and then looked over to Zane’s opponent.  Poe sighed eloquently.  He walked over to the vampire and in a smooth motion, decapitated it as well. 

“Never leave an enemy alive Zane.  How many times do I have to tell you that? Especially if the enemy is after me.”  He cleaned the blade again then stood, sliding the sword into the sheath at his back.

“We fundamentally disagree on that score Poe.”  Zane’s expression was dark. 

“Your compassion will catch up to you one day Zane, probably when I’m not around to save your ass.”

Zane snorted. “Stop evading my question.” 

“Evade...” Poe started, but Zane’s flat expression stopped him. 

He sighed again.  “I was bored.”

Zane frowned and stepped over a corpse to walk towards the car.  He was dirty, covered in vampire blood and in need of a shower.  The smell of the blood was making him hungry and cranky.  He had to get to his supply of butcher-bought blood in the refrigerator at Outsiders Inc.  So it took him a moment to process what Poe meant. 

Zane stopped dead and pivoted to face Poe.  “You went to Evi!”  

Poe had the grace to drop his head and look embarrassed. 

“Oh my gods, you are an idiot.  No one, rubs Evi up the wrong way, faster than you Poe.” 

“It’s because she wants me.”  Poe straightened his shoulders and flashed a cheeky grin.

Zane was not impressed.  He reached up and pushed his blond fringe out his eyes.  “You had to go bug Evi, and now we are standing in a field in the middle of nowhere, with vampire corpses scattered all over the place, and dawn only an hour away.  When will you learn?”

“She finished the edit didn’t she?” Poe defended himself, walking past Zane towards the Impala. 

“If you were that desperate for action you should have asked me to go talk to her.”  Zane caught up with Poe.

“She did say that.” Poe nodded.

“She did?” A smile curled Zane’s lips.

“Yeah, you are her favorite, we all know it.”  Poe reached the car and pulled the driver’s side door open.  “Will you go visit her?”

Zane reached the passenger side and got in, sliding long legs into the car.

“Why?” Zane knew what Poe was trying to say, but he chose to be obtuse. 

“Don’t be an ass,” Poe pierced Zane with a stare as he turned the engine on the Impala, “I might find myself in the middle of the gators in a bayou before she’s done being pissed at me.”

Zane laughed, a warm sound that came from his belly.

“I’ll go see her.” 

Poe nodded his thanks, and pulled off onto the dirt road.  Dawn would take care of the mess they’d left in the clearing, and Zane would take care of Evi’s pique. 

Chapters As We Go

Another day, another battle with procrastination (and writing blogs when I'm supposed to be editing chapter 3 -- meh).

Today, sadly, I'm keeping my imagination under control and we will be doing this sans imaginary hotties.
I know hey!  That's going to be a drag.  Haha.

I wanted to make a list of my chapters to be done and cross them out as I made progress.
Perhaps once I have 10 done Poe will grace us with another visit.  Lets really hope its not Heath.  Or I will get completely distracted muwhahaha.

I am sane.  I swear it.
Wait... don't people usually say that when they are actually insane?

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11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

31 32 33 34

Now I'm going to cross them out as I finish.  Yeah, I know I'm a little OCD.

Poe Visits 001

Poe sauntered in and flopped with grace onto the bed, pulling one of the pillows under his chin as he rolled onto his stomach.

From my little nook of an office in the corner of my bedroom, I looked over at him and frowned.  The last thing I needed right then, was the irreverent vampire bugging me when I had to work. 

“Bugger off Poe.” I turned my head back to the keyboard and open up the next chapter I had to edit.

I didn’t have to see his face to know he was giving me a fang filled grin.  I could hear it in his voice when he spoke.  “Come on Evi.  I’m bored.” 

Rolling my eyes I turned my head to look at Poe.  “And that’s my problem how?” 

I tried very hard not to notice how his lean, muscular body took up most of the space on my queen sized bed.  I tried even harder not to notice how his pale skin almost seemed to glow in few lights I had on in my room.   He is beautiful, the way a marble statue is beautiful, but Poe’s beauty hides a menacing danger... all the more to turn a girl on with. 

“You are taking too long on this edit Evi.  I need some adventure.  It gets stuffy and boring in your head with all those other idiots.”  His dark brow formed a perfect arch as he shifted to get more comfortable.  Tight denim stretched across his powerful thighs and I fought off the urge to swallow audibly. 

“If you wanted to get me to work faster you should have sent Zane or Heath. They would have had more chance of convincing me.”

He laughed and sat up giving me a look that meant trouble.  “If I wanted you to get totally sidetracked, yeah, then I’d send in Heath.  You’re stuck with me chicky.”

“Do I look like a bird.” My voice held a note of anger.

“Besides,” He ignored my indignation. “You are already on the edge of having men in white coats sent for you.”

I spluttered, trying to think of a good comeback – you’d think as a writer it would be esier.

Poe picked up my figurine of Tidus from Final Fantasy X, and I frowned harder. 

“I’ve had enough Poe, go back where you belong.” 

He gave me that fang grin again and winked.  “Have at least ten chapters done  by Tuesday Evi.  Or else.” 

“Or Else wha—”

He was gone, vanished as silently as he had arrived.

I shook my head and turned back to my computer.  It was bad enough when they were clamouring for me to tell their stories, but when they pop free of my imagination like that I have to wonder. 

How long do I have before the men in white coats come to fetch me – and hope, they at least have a designer straight jacket with them.

Evi's tiny corner office.