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*having peeked through the window and watched Demon primp in from of the mirror, she smiles*"Demon sure is something to watch" She tells the Cows "But don't worry, I'm sure those boots are no-one you two know"

"C'mon We'll go see what Vlad III has done with your barn"

*she walks towards the looming building in the back...glancing around occasionally wondering where the chill is coming from.....and wrapping her arms tightly around her*

*Ladies, I'm sure Vlad hasn't forgotten you, I'm sure your barn will be nice"

*A low, deep creak from the old doors as I pull hard to get them open, as the slight sunlight penetrates the dark, inch by inch, I can see the pull cord for the overhead lights. Reaching for it, I turn to my bovine friends..*"Ok ladies, lets see how the old place looks"" CLICK"....*nothing* "Click click" *still nothing*

"Stay here...I'll check the breaker"

*I feel my way along the walls, trying to remember the spot where the box lies. My hands pass over tools, and ....curtains? Finally, Success! *"I found it! now...to...find the right...switch...."

"Snap" *it clicks back into place...and the light floods the Barn instantly....dancing off of fine linen draperies, and shining chrome troughs. The floor is covered in fine golden hay, and little bowls of oats here and there like little surprises...she smiles and looks to the cows, their tails flapping around wildly as they look to the painting of Vlad over their stalls...gratitude in their eyes...and maybe a small tear*

"SOMEBODY likes you guys ...a whole lot!" * I laugh and make my way to the door so that the ladies can take in their swanky new digs. I smile as I see them under the painting...making...'cow eyes' to Vlad , and I close the large doors*

*I brush the dust from my skirts, and take the walk back to the inn, looking around for some way to sneak up on the Ancient one, Demon...*

"Well, " I say to myself "Nothing wrong with the old ways" *I smile and concentrate....standing at the doors, I focus until I feel my limbs thin....my body go to mist.....then slowly, quietly...I seep under the door.....drifting over to the chair Demon relaxes in.....I slowly solidify and try hard not to giggle*

LadyBlak
2 May 2001

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