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[Dingus Guy]

I used to take long road trips with friends and we would occupy our time passing a story around the car. Each person would write a paragraph or a page worth of story and the next person would follow the story. It was fun trying to either stump the other person in the cliffhanger you left them or try to drive the story in a complete different direction than was originally intended.

Has anyone ever done such a thing in here? If not, anyone interested in trying a little bit? Might be fun to start off the New Year with a nice change of pace. Let me know what you think. Thanks!

 

[gauchecritic]

How about this for a beginning?

"Angel is as Angel does." Quoted Mark from the bed, untying his shoelaces as preparation for his nocturnal pastime.

In the kitchen, Angela asked "But if she really wants that then why doesn't she just ask?" as she poured the boiling water over teabags ensconced at the bottom of 'his' and 'her' mugs. "I mean," she continued "when the Cakeguy actually said as much to her, all she had to do was flutter her eyelashes at him and he would have creamed on the spot."

Mark walked into the living area, pulling on the black polo-neck sweater and flopping unceremoniously onto the soft-leather couch countered; "Angel is, as Angel does."

Angela sauntered in from the kitchen with tea steaming temptingly hot in two hands. Mark took a mug from her and sipped musingly.

As long as Angela had known Mark she had seen him as a caring, unselfish individual, willing to go to almost any lengths to carry out a favour. The softness of his voice and manners belied his physical presence and unkempt appearance. Mark was a guy who 'you wouldn't want to meet down a dark alley', even though Angela had actually met with Mark down any number of dark alleys during their nightly jaunts.

Tonight, however, Angela was really rather nervous about this particular 'adventure', as Mark liked to call them, and she couldn't for the life of her, imagine what exactly the outcome of this 'favour' would be. But, in for a penny...

 

[Guest]

“Mark, sweets, what is this Angel is as Angel does? You’ve got me more than curious, if not a trifle anxious.”

Mark smiled and sipped his tea, moving to the side of the couch, indicating as usual that Angela needs sit down next to him.

“Umm, I think I’ll stand a bit, need a bit of time to get in the spirit of things.”

Mark kept smiling and spread his body out full length, stretching like a lazy big cat. Angela adored his body when stretched out invitingly; she could see his erection—not a surprise, and not unwanted. She let fall loose her robe in a languor that came easily despite her apprehension of the moment.

“Mark, do you remember what Cakeguy said to Dita after dinner?”

Mark took his time answering, first lighting a cigarette and taking the first long drag.

 

[Icingsugar]

Oh, I'll just have to bite now, eh?

"No, I can't say I do." he said, an eyebrow theatrically raised in question.

Of course he knew. Everyone knew. There had been one of those eerie moments when everyone in the room just happened to take that breath, or that musing pause, at exactly the same time. His words had echoes between the walls entierly undisturbed, and straight into everyones attention:

  "You kill me. Every day, every second. All the things I'd do with you. But I won't. I just can't."

And then the chatter, the murmurs had continued again. Everyone resumed their own routine of chit chat as if nothing had happened. And the rest of the intriguing conversation had been lost in the noise.

"Oh, don't be silly, Mark. How could you not have heard him?"

"Sure I heard him, but I wasn't paying that much attention. You know where my eyes, and ears, were."

She gave him a faux scowl before breaking out into warm laughter.

"...and pretty much the rest of you too. I felt like I had to pry you out from between my breasts with a crowbar."

"You can have that effect on people, you know that."

"So you say. But really, what did Cakeguy mean with that 'I can't' business?"

Mark flashed an ear-to-ear grin and sat up, reaching for her hands.

"I told you, Angel is..."

 

[Dingus Guy]

Then at band camp

"I told you, Angel is..."

"Enough Mark," Angela spoke out of turn. She realized her mistake and looked down and away.

Mark's cool smile vanished and was quickly replaced by his pearly white fangs. Being a Vampire Dentist did have it's advantages. Angela had seen this look too often, and it wasn't good. With her hands locked in his grip now, he twirled her down and he flipped over her torso and landed on top of her in a flash of speed. Her arms were entangled by his hands, and she was not in a position to protest. Not that she ever would. She felt his protrusion at the entrance to her pussy. He allowed his tip to enter her and he looked squarely in her eyes.

"Angel is as Angel does," he repeated then thrust himself deep within her. He lay there without moving and spoke anew with a gentle voice, "My Angel, our kind follows us. You know this. Dita looks up to you, and the Cakester, well, I suppose he would have you as I do now. That is what he spoke of when he said, "You kill me. Every day, every second. All the things I'd do with you. But I won't. I just can't." Even Dita knows, yet you play the fool with me."

Angela was afraid to say anything while he was in her. His cock was too big, and sometimes, even the immortal bled and hurt. She tore her gaze away from his.

"Tonight," he continued, "we will end this. Tonight we will get the Chalice."

Not the Chalice of Gundatorium? Angela thought as she returned her eyes back towards his. This was not what he had in mind for tonight. It couldn't. The Chalice was the...

 

[Sshafer]

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The chalice was the holy grail for their kind. Was Mark crazy or what? Angela thought to herself.
"Have you lost your mind?" Angela stammered.
"No, I have a plan," Mark replied with a grinn.
"Did you forget about the slayers that guard it?" She asked.
"Got it covered," Mark replied as he let her