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I smerked, looking around the crowded building.
All of Amity Park's biggest snobs where here. And soon to be blown to peices. Did I mind? Yes. I did. Just the thought of the masacre I was going to preform gave me shivers. Did I want to do this? No. Not really.
Was I going to?
Heck yes.
I didn't really have a choice. It was my job. I get paid allot
for an hour, although the money dosn't mean anything to me.
None of it did. I just wanted to go home.
I smoothed the silky fabric on my dress. For once, I thought I looked okay in it. I mean, I normaly don't like the way I look, but the Vampire-Maide's down in h*** certainly knew what I needed.
The dress was red, and was more like a gown. It was form-fitting, and strapless, yet not low cut that I, well, fell out if you know what I mean. My arms had elbow-leagnth fishnet gloves on, and they had done my make up lightly and naturaly.
Then there was my hair. I never really liked it, never realy cared.
Yet I felt a pang of regret when they said they where cutting it and dieing it to conceal my identity.
Chopped up to my neck in the back, then evened out and kept long in the front, it was acualy okay. I certainly didn't look the same, especialy when they threw highlights and die on, so it was now a dull red-aburn.
I yawned, looking around the place. It was overly
decorated, with plants on every table, lined by candles.
The heavy scent of purfume, sweat, and smoke clouded the room,
and if I wasn't trying to act calm I would have gagged.
Mr. Alfenhind and his wife chatted aimless about
something that happened years ago. I listened half heartedly
as I modle walked my way through the crowd. Soon they'd all
be dead, so I shouldn't get to attatched to these snobs.
An elderly man was talking to a younger girl about something;
couples mingled over wine, and Danny and Lady talked calmy over something in school.
Wait.
Danny and Lady?
Alarmed, I did a double take. Yes. It was defiantly them.
Looking stunning in a red and blue evening gown, my good friend
was easily attracting the eyes of many people. Danny looked
rather stunning in a suite, and I had to smile, despite my
rising worries.
All of Amity Park's biggest snobs where here. And soon to be blown to peices. Did I mind? Yes. I did. Just the thought of the masacre I was going to preform gave me shivers. Did I want to do this? No. Not really.
Was I going to?
Heck yes.
I didn't really have a choice. It was my job. I get paid allot
for an hour, although the money dosn't mean anything to me.
None of it did. I just wanted to go home.
I smoothed the silky fabric on my dress. For once, I thought I looked okay in it. I mean, I normaly don't like the way I look, but the Vampire-Maide's down in h*** certainly knew what I needed.
The dress was red, and was more like a gown. It was form-fitting, and strapless, yet not low cut that I, well, fell out if you know what I mean. My arms had elbow-leagnth fishnet gloves on, and they had done my make up lightly and naturaly.
Then there was my hair. I never really liked it, never realy cared.
Yet I felt a pang of regret when they said they where cutting it and dieing it to conceal my identity.
Chopped up to my neck in the back, then evened out and kept long in the front, it was acualy okay. I certainly didn't look the same, especialy when they threw highlights and die on, so it was now a dull red-aburn.
I yawned, looking around the place. It was overly
decorated, with plants on every table, lined by candles.
The heavy scent of purfume, sweat, and smoke clouded the room,
and if I wasn't trying to act calm I would have gagged.
Mr. Alfenhind and his wife chatted aimless about
something that happened years ago. I listened half heartedly
as I modle walked my way through the crowd. Soon they'd all
be dead, so I shouldn't get to attatched to these snobs.
An elderly man was talking to a younger girl about something;
couples mingled over wine, and Danny and Lady talked calmy over something in school.
Wait.
Danny and Lady?
Alarmed, I did a double take. Yes. It was defiantly them.
Looking stunning in a red and blue evening gown, my good friend
was easily attracting the eyes of many people. Danny looked
rather stunning in a suite, and I had to smile, despite my
rising worries.
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These Tables are Numbered for A good Reason, Honey
Written By ReD-Dragon-Dog
(Known as Ren on the DP forums.)
Disclaimer
I do not own Danny Phantom, Sam Manson.
These charatures are properites of Butch Hartman.
Lady Miller is © To Lady-Phantom of Deviant Art,
and 'DD' or 'Dark Dan' is © PhantomPhanatic2910
of deviantart.
The story and Ren Shafter are © Myself.
I do not own 'Theres a good Reason these tables are numbered honey, you just havnt thought of it yet'. Panic!at the disco does.
This band was inspiration for this story.
Genre and Rating
Fantasty/Fanfiction
PG-13 for Mild Language and Violence
Snyopsis
Ren Shafter has finally proven herself capable
of handeling her job. Most people would think that forcing
her to like it would mean shes irrasponsible. But not for her.
A member of the underworld, Ren is a Grim Reaper, a werewolf assigned to take sould of the living. Her recent suicide has left her parents and some of her friends a bit baffled, but already
the town is begining to forget her. Exacualy what she wanted.
Prepared for one final stunt of chaos before returning from the grave, Ren unleashes a plot at a banquet. But before she can cause the final few disasters, she realized her friends are there, and in the middle of her trap.
Distresed, the Werewolf will have to convince her friends its really her, and get them out. But will she have time before the place goes up in flames?
Other:
Story was Inspired by Panic!at the disco songs.
All parts of the story will be done in red text
in order to be picked out from critic/comments and my own updates.
Copy and Be Destroyed.
(Originaly posted on the DP forums. No where near finished. I present to you..
the first few paragraphs.)
Written By ReD-Dragon-Dog
(Known as Ren on the DP forums.)
Disclaimer
I do not own Danny Phantom, Sam Manson.
These charatures are properites of Butch Hartman.
Lady Miller is © To Lady-Phantom of Deviant Art,
and 'DD' or 'Dark Dan' is © PhantomPhanatic2910
of deviantart.
The story and Ren Shafter are © Myself.
I do not own 'Theres a good Reason these tables are numbered honey, you just havnt thought of it yet'. Panic!at the disco does.
This band was inspiration for this story.
Genre and Rating
Fantasty/Fanfiction
PG-13 for Mild Language and Violence
Snyopsis
Ren Shafter has finally proven herself capable
of handeling her job. Most people would think that forcing
her to like it would mean shes irrasponsible. But not for her.
A member of the underworld, Ren is a Grim Reaper, a werewolf assigned to take sould of the living. Her recent suicide has left her parents and some of her friends a bit baffled, but already
the town is begining to forget her. Exacualy what she wanted.
Prepared for one final stunt of chaos before returning from the grave, Ren unleashes a plot at a banquet. But before she can cause the final few disasters, she realized her friends are there, and in the middle of her trap.
Distresed, the Werewolf will have to convince her friends its really her, and get them out. But will she have time before the place goes up in flames?
Other:
Story was Inspired by Panic!at the disco songs.
All parts of the story will be done in red text
in order to be picked out from critic/comments and my own updates.
Copy and Be Destroyed.
(Originaly posted on the DP forums. No where near finished. I present to you..
the first few paragraphs.)
© 2006 - 2024 ReD-Dragon-Dog
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AHH WTF? ME AND DANNY? 0_O