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Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Chapter Thirteen - Death Wish

Désiré and the Doctor returned to their table a short while later. Then, it was the Captain's turn to take the bishoni dancing on the floor. Bobbi and Arlanda were still out there, very close together, seeing nothing but each other.

Elena smiled at the sight of them, as well as of the other couples that circled the room in time with the music. A lovely scene, she thought.

Yet, she supposed, it was not unusual. There were scenes like this playing out in restaurants all over the planet…and beyond. From one end of the human universe to the other, there were women and bishoni in each other's arms, discovering the ancient and marvelous arts of love. The arts lost to us for so many empty years…

It struck her, though, that it had been once very unusual indeed. For the vast majority of humanity's existence, life had not been particularly pleasant. Usually, it had been just awful. People tended to die young, often in terrible ways, and then only after years of backbreaking toil.

That fact seemed important, somehow. But she couldn't think why, just yet. Well, put it aside for the moment…

Compulsively, Dr. Elena's mind turned back to her patients. Bobbi was fine, of course. But the other two? They were another story. The Thing in the vault, of course, was her biggest worry.

But the other, Bet, she was a concern. That unprovoked attack on Ginger had been scary. Really scary.

There was no getting around the fact that the woman was simply not working out. There was just too much hostility there. Too much self-satisfaction. Too much, well, arrogance.

She had a momentary fantasy in which she tossed Bet into the Vault. There would be a flurry of fins and teeth, like sharks in a feeding frenzy. Then, nothing. Total quiet, except maybe a few bubbles and a soft burp from the Thing in the tank. The Beast would be satisfied at last. And Bet would be gone for good. There'd be nothing left of her.

Well, this was amusing, but it wasn't getting her anywhere. 

The Creature in the vault…how could it be calmed?

The Creature In the Vault


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