Sorry I’m late with my Sunday post. And sorry I missed last Sunday. I’ve been working a lot. I’d say it won’t happen again, but you guys would know that’s a big fat lie. I’ll just promise to do my best to remember.
Anyway, I’m still plugging away at the second book in my Sex, Peanuts, Fangs and Fur trilogy, so I thought why not share what I’ve written in that over the past couple of weeks. If you guys have WIPs you’d like to share, just let me know and I’ll make the arrangements.
For now, here’s a bit of SPFF. (Warning: It’s pretty rough.)
Travis knocked on the door for the third time. He sensed Chris and Hanna inside the room, but no one answered. Although he’d practically pounded the thing off its hinges, he heard no movement either.
He dug in his pocket and pulled out the card keys given to him by the desk clerk, thinking he should’ve marked them with the room numbers. Sighing, he tried the first key. Nothing. Travis tucked it back into his pocket and tried the second. The green light on the handle lit up and he turned the knob.
The room was dark. Travis felt along the wall until his fingers touched a light switch. He flipped it upward. Immediately he wished he left it alone.
“How the hell are we going to explain this?” He muttered.
The beige carpet was stained with red-brown streaks. The blankets, which were heaped on the floor next to the bed, probably had the same stains. The once white sheets were now crimson. On top of the bed, Hanna and Chris lay naked, their limbs tangled around each other and their bodies also covered in blood.
“Um…” Travis cleared his throat. “Guys? Chris?”
Chris twitched a little, but didn’t respond. Had someone tried to murder them? Travis supposed it was possible, considering a burglar or a homicidal maniac wouldn’t know what he was tangling with. But where was his body?
Travis looked to his right. The bathroom door was open, but it was dark. He took a breath and walked to the doorway. Flipping on the light, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was clean. No body. No blood.
He turned back to the bed. Time to wake these idiots up.
This time Chris rolled over. Travis averted his eyes. God, he didn’t need to see that.
“What did you two do?” Travis asked.
“Unleashed the beast, I suppose.” Chris yawned. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost noon. We spent the night in Katrina and Brian’s room discussing our options and making some decisions. Remember how we all agreed to meet there after dinner?” Of course, Hanna and Chris didn’t show. At the time, Travis never imagined they’d been together.
“Can you find some clothes?” Travis kept his gaze on the floor.
He heard movement, then a groan. Hanna said something, but Travis couldn’t make it out.
“Okay,” Chris said. “We’re decent.”
Travis raised his head. Hanna sat against the headboard, bloody sheet wrapped around her body. Chris wore boxers, which were thankfully blood-free. “What the hell happened in here?”
Chris shrugged. “Vampire sex, I guess.”
“Oh… you’re both okay?” He didn’t know why he asked.
“We’re great.” Hanna said.
“Good. That’s good.” Travis closed his eyes and counted to five before speaking again. “So, how are we going to explain this to the hotel?”
“I can say I got my period.”
He almost laughed. “It looks like your uterus exploded.”
Chris picked up the blankets and stared at the ruined carpet. “Yeah, this could be a problem. I don’t remember much.”
Travis pressed the top of his nose. They’d have to leave. “I guess we’re finding a new place to stay. Pack your shit and I’ll tell the others. Don’t let anyone in here.”
“Sure,” Chris said. “But Travis?”
“What?” he’d paid for the rooms with his credit card. Now he’d have to use his powers of persuasion to trick the hotel management into forgetting that information, which always gave him a massive headache. Fucksakes.
“John came to see me.”
“What?” Travis and Hanna spoke as one.
“The guy who posed as the president? That John.”
Travis stared. So he was still around. “What’d he want?”
Chris chewed his lip.
“Well?” Travis prompted.
“He told me he was Satan, although he looks like John Travolta, which is really weird—”
“What did he want?” Travis repeated.
“I’m not sure, but he suggested you or Hanna were the Antichrist and said we had to stop Armageddon.”