| Soap Sins August 26, 2012 CHAPTER 45 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! DEATH BY VAMPIRE?! Previously on SOAP SINS - Dakota turned around and found herself face to face with Dragos. He was dressed like a GQ model and peered at her with dark, intelligent eyes. They were all alone. "You are looking for someone?" - "Just the waiter," she stammered as the full moon became visible through some branches. - "Ah," replied Dragos with a smirk. "There was a waiter here but no more. He has regrettably gone to the other side. Would you care to join him ...?" The story now continues ... - Dakota took a step back and tried to ignore the full moon, the black eyes boring into her soul. She felt unable to blink, unable to move, unable to make a sound. Was it terror, instinct, or just curiosity? Whatever it was, it was making her imagination run wild. She imagined Dragos leaning toward the waiter in one swift and sinister motion, the blood splattering from his vampire fangs onto the waiter's crisp white jacket ... - "He had an important guest to serve at the other end of the restaurant." Pause. "The waiter. That is where he went. To the indoor section." - Dakota blinked. "Oh, I see." - Dragos shrugged his shoulders. "It shouldn't matter, though. We are here - the new villain and the star/co-executive producer. The living ..." - "The living what?" she suspiciously wondered. - "The living proof that lead talent is always the most dependable." - She nodded. "But the shoot is being postponed until tomorrow morning." She hoped he wouldn't ask why. She suddenly felt foolish for thinking he might be an actual vampire all because he happened to be descended from one. And how accurate were Transylvanian historical records from hundreds of years ago anyway? - The director had just arrived, smoking a strong smelling cigar. "Then I guess that means I can call the cameraman to come without his camera. We can hit up the bar instead." - Dakota's phone rang and she sighed upon hearing the message. "My car was towed. Darn! I thought this restaurant was supposed to be Hollywood star friendly, not fire hydrant happy!" - The director explained his driver was waiting in the Sedan at the entrance. His own car was being repaired. "He'll drive you home." - Dakota smiled and allowed him to escort her to the door. The director was a doll. He promised to let everyone know the shoot had been put off until the morning and kissed her on the cheek. "Now you just head home to that famous husband of yours and enjoy the evening." The truth was, he wanted her gone so that he could hit on the starlets at the bar. It was not something he wanted her to witness, or she would realize how he found all the show extras. The female ones, that is. But no one could accuse him of any casting couch. He never used the couch ... - Dakota's perfectly made up face was complimented by the moon glow. She turned to wave goodnight to Dragos, yet he was already gone. She didn't really care. Last night's earthquake and today's cleaning up had taken its toll. She was tired and longed to go home to the Hollywood Hills and take a nice hot bubble bath ... - When she had gotten to the black Sedan, she started to open the door but a police car sped up and an officer jumped out. He shouted to stop but it was too late. She opened the car door, about to slide into the plush interior, only to discover that the driver was slumped forward, a strange red mark on the back of his neck. She heard herself scream. The driver was DEAD ...! |
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