What a real bitch, Catherine. You should kill her.
Jeaniene FrostI don't care what you think, your junk does not have special abilities.
Jeaniene FrostI think I speak for everyone when I say hell no, I'm staying
Jeaniene FrostTate grabbed me, hugging me so hard, I knew I'd have bruises. He was probably unaware of it, not having had much time to get used to his new strength.
I pushed at him, "Tate...you're squeezing me too hard."
He let go of me so fast I almost staggered. "Oh Christ, I can't do anything right!
Catherine" she paused. I waited, tapping my finger on my desk. Then she spoke words that had me almost falling out of my chair. "I've decided to come to your wedding."
I actually glanced at my phone again to see if I'd been mistaken and it was someone else who'd called me.
"Are you drunk?" I got out when I could speak.
She signed. "I wish you wouldn't marry that vampire, but I'm tired of him coming between us."
Aliens replaced her with a pod person, I found myself thinking. That's the only explanation
Rodney set a plate in front of me and one in front of my mother. I almost fainted when she began to eat instead of hurling it at him. Had one of the vampires gotten tired of her bitching and bitten her into a better mood?
She caught my flabbergasted look. "I watched what he put in it" she said defensively.
Rodney, instead of being insulted, just laughed. "You're welcome, Justina.
Now that was informative" were her first words. "Catherine, you never told me that no matter how many times you sliced something off a vampire, it grew back"
Charming, "Guess I don't have to ask if you had a nice time.
You're right. Everyone in this room with a pulse is starting to smell really good. Okay. Back in the box, better safe than sorry.
Jeaniene FrostYou don't have body parts there do you?" my mother interrupted. "I don't want to open the fridge and find a head on the shelf"
Rodney laughed. "No Justina, it doesn't look like Jeffrey Dahmer's hideaway.
but you men... you're all alike. Alive, dead, undead- all perverts! I had a drunken pervert in my pants! Do you know how unsanitary that is?"
"What are you saying?"
"Winston poltergeisted my panties, that's what!"
"Why, you scurvy, lecherous spook! If my pipes still worked, I'd go right back there and piss on your grave!
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