Seriously, you guys are great. I think I smiled a lot today since my birthdays are usually very dull and before I never got much people saying Happy Birthday to me. Even around here it got awfully scarce but my birthday was actually pretty fun and I'm expecting a birthday present from
. I'm still going through a stinking cold but recovering, Robbatussim tastes disgusting but it's helping. Thanks for the gifts too. Ya guys didn't have to, but I really do enjoy the fanart and getting llamas, thanks for it, gestures like that or even saying happy birthday makes me feel good.
And right now I'm currently working on the second part of Nightmare King of the Desert Plain, The Gluttony sin project story, and my current one with
's character Damien because you guys like to eat my horror stuff as much as I like making it so why the heck not.
This new one is called "What Happened To The House On Melody Drive?" That takes place in the suburbs of Illinois during 1952 when the Cold War has just started. Damien is a blood slave in the Melody Drive Victorian home with the speckle servant Claudius Maddox who has just worked there for four years, the neighborhood watch group and police have noticed a rise in murderers and local officers Ray, Bastial, and Grayson start picking up pieces to the murder spike that's been plaguing the neighborhood. It's better than it sounds and I expect this to be sadder than The Sea's Archangel. Oh, and I should probably note Fane just abuses his faithful and obedient servant for laughs and Claudius is the only friend Damien will have going in the story?
There's those pitchforks and torches. Hi guys!
What Ever Happened To The House On Melody Drive?
By Cherilyn Ohlau
Damian Sorena is owned by mimmime
Fane Cel Rau/Thomas Grayson is owned by ALS123
Ray Lehmann/Tim Corde is owned by NightMagican
"Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money, I didn't care
I carried my friends out for a good time
Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine
Then I began to fall so low
I didn't have a friend, and no place to go
So if I ever get my hand on a dollar again
I'm gonna hold on to it till them eagle's green
Nobody knows you when you down and out
In my pocket not one penny
And my friends I haven't any
But If I ever get on my feet again
Then I'll meet my long lost friend
It's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you down and out
I mean when you down and out..." Bessie Smith
"What ever happened to the house on Melody Drive? The big black one where we heard ghosts cry? Under the moon, take a dive, you'll never come back from Melody Drive!"
"Beat it!" Fane snapped loudly at the kids that sung outside the iron gates of his old Victorian manor, causing the kids to scream and scamper as the 'scary neighbor' made them flee again. The kids were terrified of the Romanian man who even took a drive in an old rusty black hearse, despite it's shine, like the owner was scratched up and ugly inside despite his fair looks, "Goddamn brats..."
"You shouldn't be terrorizing the neighborhood kids like that Fane, or else their moms will show you a nice wallop," One of the local officers in blue showed up, fixing his hat. It was hard to believe he was just twenty, with the energy he had he might as well have been a rookie. Fane rolled his eyes.
"I wouldn't have to deal with these children if you'd just place someone like a--what do you yanks call it?"
"Hey, I take offense to that," the officer said, "You mean a crossing guard? I can offer Grayson to take it. But the three of us are on daily shifts especially at night since these murders started happening."
"Bastial, I don't care how you do it. Just get the kids off my fence."
Bastial shrugged, "So, how's the relative...?" He rose an eyebrow when a grey mouse with white speckles on his back in a black suit and red cravat walked up to Fane, his hands and arms dirty as though he just dug his way from the yard, "Oh, morning Claudius." Fane scoffed in amusement.
"G-gardening is finished," Claudius gasped out.
"Getting a speckle to do services?"
"He's my servant," Fane corrected, "How do you know him?" Bastial shrugged again.
"I usually talk to him, not like he talks much to begin with," Bastial replied. Claudius looked rather nervous.
"L-lord, can I take a bath now?" He squeaked. Fane waved him off, finding his dirty appearance offensive in a way. Claudius gratefully and politely bowed before running back to the manor and Fane noticed the officer suddenly became silent.
"Something wrong?" Fane asked.
"Erm, not used to servants being mutations, sir," Bastial said tipping his hat, "Might as well make a black lamb hull logs." Fane's eyes slowly narrowed.
"You better work on getting on that crossing guard, and make sure the kids stay off my fence."