Huffing and puffing, Renfield slowly dragged the hand-cart up the pathway. It had been a while since he had to do this, and he was a bit out of shape as a result. "Why the Master just doesn't let me use some sort of 20th century automotive device to deliver this stuff, I'll never know". But he learned not to question his Master's word.

He stopped the cart in front of the doorway, and began to pull some bottles from within it. Wine bottles, to be exact, but of course his Master never drinks wine, nor do any of his guests, as far as he knows.

"Place them behind the bar" boomed his Master's voice, which put a jump in Renfield's step. Mainly because the voice came from within his head, and not from within the Inn. "Hurry, Renfield, I expect a few old friends will be returning soon. They will be a bit peckish, and if there is not a vintage bottle of A-neg to be found, they may turn to you for, uhm, a donation."

Ignoring his sore back, Renfield quickly put the bottles away as commanded. He knew his Master was just kidding of course, he didn't really mean what he said. Or so he hoped.

"Master", Renfield said into the empty room, "Will you be arriving soon? Or shall I stay to greet the guests?"

"I have matters to attend to elsewhere, but I will return as soon as I can. In the meantime, as long as the Inn is ready to accept guests, then you may go. I suggest giving the Elders some time to re-adjust to their surroundings again. They may not wish for a mortal to be hanging around while they do."

"Understood Master. The bar is stocked, the Inn is clean, and I'm on my way back to the castle. Will there be anything else?"

"Just one more thing, Renfield", said Vlad, "Ensure the hay is fresh in the pen, and that the trough is full. We may have some four-legged friends showing up later. I don't know much about LadyBlak's creatures, but we should at least prepare for them as best as we can."

"Yes, Master", Renfield replied sullenly. He wasn't quite sure if he heard a slight chuckle in the back of his mind when he added, "and I'll be sure to bring my rubber boots with me on my next trip back"

Renfield
January 25, 2001

Posted by Vladimir Sun, 06/10/2007 - 07:38

 

Lost in Transylvania

May 12, 2007 (The Guardian / Gavin Bell) -- Mati the blacksmith was worried. A Romanian gypsy, he was usually in lively good humour, but today he was distraught. Recently men from a television company had come to his village, offering to install satellite dishes for free, and his daughter had taken one. Now he had been sent a bill for renting it, and he didn't have the money - or a television. His daughter had gone to work in Hungary and taken it with her. So he feared the worst. Would the police take him to prison?

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Plea to a Count

My dearest Count,
Oh Lord of night.
Your noble image,
Is a welcome sight.

I have waited, for so long,
I knew you would return.
For your bitter sweet kiss,
My humble neck does burn.

So come my dear,
And drink your fill.
Whilst in your arms,
I feel no ill.

Then leave you will,
I know you must.
But promise me you will return,
For in your word I trust.

Raven
December 26, 2001

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Bad Teeth Are Good Business for Local Dent Tech's Bewitching Futures

October 10, 1996 (Peter Gilstrap / Phoenix New Times) - It takes a certain brand of optimism and foresight to make a small-market concept work, a certain drive and, of course, the essential ability to recognize a need and fill it. Before a savvy, upward mover even begins to address such concepts as outsourcing, retrenchment and severe lower-pricing to shed high-cost capacity, he must be able to pick the right product at the right moment. Such a man is Rod Jakubik. His product is fangs.

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my now even more pathetic life....

well... my life is now even more pathetic than it was before. all i can do is sit in a small, dark corner and try to stay alive. alive for wat?

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Why does Bollywood's "Dracula" have no bite?

Bollywood might have played its part in petrifying the audience with a fair share of horror flicks, but one character that still manages to evoke bloodcurdling screams is Dracula. Bram Stoker's exceptional vampire may have completed 110 years of its reign of terror, but the vicious Count still continues to inspire filmmakers in Hollywood as well as India. While Bela Lugosi's potryal of this frightful visage had been a runaway hit, the Indian parallels haven't been popular. So why has the desi Dracula failed to blaze similar trails of terror?

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