| Soap Sins October 30, 2012 CHAPTER 49 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! HALLOWEEN ... Previously on SOAP SINS - “Characters have been escaping into the real world and we need them to come back ..." The Beverly Hills cop's voice trailed off and he held up an unusual badge - one which was covered in the same runes as the mysterious box that has been left at her doorstep. "I should know. You see, I am one of them!" The story now continues ... - Dakota stared. "Why are there runes on your badge?" - He put the badge away. "That's how we write." - "But you're speaking English." - "And you're wearing Gucci." - "It's high class." - "So are runes." - Dakota suspiciously shook her head. "Who are these characters you need to take back to your world? The ones who are not real ..." - "A leading man," he finished. He suddenly frowned. "Wait right here. I need to check something out." - Dakota looked down at the gold key chain she was holding. "I really need to get into my car and drive to my spa appointment. It's been too long that I haven't had a massage. I need to clear my head." She raised her eyes, only to discover he was gone. She was once again all alone in the parking lot. If it hadn't been Halloween, she might have dismissed the entire encounter as a run-in with some clever California wacko who had managed to pass himself off as a cop. But there was something in the air today and the clouds were moving very fast. It unnerved her soap siren senses. Plus, she was still not convinced that Dragos was not a vampire. She decided to call her flunky Brent the blond surfer dude to tell him the latest. Brent always made her feel better. He was all that was good - a shallow young actor who was down to earth and loyal, even though he was clueless. Unlike that evil one. - She took out her phone to make the call, only to have it immediately snatched away. - "Dragos!" she gasped. - He smirked and bowed slightly the way Europeans do."So we meet again." - The sky became ominously dark. Dakota felt as if she were in a scary soap opera episode - the kind that usually ended with a dead character. This, however, was real life. "Don't come any closer!" - Dragos raised a dark eyebrow. "Or what?" - She opened her Prada handbag and withdrew a silver nail file. "Or else I will drive this through your heart!" - He grinned sardonically. "Silver kills werewolves, not vampires." - She held it up regardless and warned him not to take another step. And she meant it too. She was not going down without a fight. - "STOP!" exclaimed an unexpected voice. Madame Etelka the psychic, who had been on location to get acquainted with the cast and crew before her soap debut, came running down the parking lot. "You cannot kill him. Dragos may be descended from a line of highly questionable Transylvanian vampires, but darling Dakota ... he is your brother!" |
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