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Sep. 23rd, 2023 03:56 pmI have to admit, I wasn't expecting to be investigating a haunted house. Normally that was the sort of job for someone like Morty or desperate-to-make-rent-Harry from years ago. Not that haunted houses were beneath me but it wasn't the sort of thing that people usually hit me up for.
Of course, Lara Raith wasn't most people. In fact, she wasn't even people. And I don't mean that in the "she's a White Court Vampire so she's kind of a demon" type way. I know plenty of "people" that are like that. More like she was so physically flawless it was hard to lump her into the same group as someone like myself. And not to brag but I've had plenty of other-worldly beautiful women after me but Lara tops them all.
By "after me" I mean "trying to kill me" but still, that's beside the point. The point was that someone like Lara didn't enlist the help of someone like Morty when she could convince me to come help. I was in the sweet spot of being competent enough to help but not so important that I wouldn't turn her down. Or stupid enough that she knew how to push my buttons without much trouble.
So here we were, standing outside of a creepy old mansion that looked so much out of an episode of Scooby Doo that we'd find out it was the kindly old gardener Mr. Jenkins that was behind this the entire time. Of course, if Lara pulled anyone's head off it wasn't going to be because it was a mask. She was every bit as deadly as she was gorgeous. Maybe even more deadly than she was gorgeous. Hard to say what with her being so very gorgeous and so very deadly.
"So," I said, leveling my gaze at the house and gripping my staff a bit tighter. "What do you say we find the gardener and wrap this thing up quickly so we can get back to... whatever we need to get back to?"
Of course, Lara Raith wasn't most people. In fact, she wasn't even people. And I don't mean that in the "she's a White Court Vampire so she's kind of a demon" type way. I know plenty of "people" that are like that. More like she was so physically flawless it was hard to lump her into the same group as someone like myself. And not to brag but I've had plenty of other-worldly beautiful women after me but Lara tops them all.
By "after me" I mean "trying to kill me" but still, that's beside the point. The point was that someone like Lara didn't enlist the help of someone like Morty when she could convince me to come help. I was in the sweet spot of being competent enough to help but not so important that I wouldn't turn her down. Or stupid enough that she knew how to push my buttons without much trouble.
So here we were, standing outside of a creepy old mansion that looked so much out of an episode of Scooby Doo that we'd find out it was the kindly old gardener Mr. Jenkins that was behind this the entire time. Of course, if Lara pulled anyone's head off it wasn't going to be because it was a mask. She was every bit as deadly as she was gorgeous. Maybe even more deadly than she was gorgeous. Hard to say what with her being so very gorgeous and so very deadly.
"So," I said, leveling my gaze at the house and gripping my staff a bit tighter. "What do you say we find the gardener and wrap this thing up quickly so we can get back to... whatever we need to get back to?"
