Given that I reached 40 parts on Eddie Munson - One Shots, I figured that I'd start a new section, to continue.
40 is a great, round, even number that I'm happy with.
So, I present to you, more one shots of our favourite ever guy, in the Stranger...
The lights danced around the room, danced across my eyes, as I followed the escort to my desired destination.
To come here, cost money. A lot of money.
Money I had at my disposal.
There had been talk for many years, about a divine being that many had flocked to see; who many still flocked to see.
I hadn't understood or paid much attention to the hype.
Until curiosity had gotten the better of me.
"This way." The escort said, before handing me a black fur coat.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere, where you'll need that." He said.
He waited until I'd slipped the fur coat on, and then he opened the double doors in front of him.
What I saw, took my breath away.
I was guided inside, and I wrapped the coat around me the moment I stepped on the snow coated floor.
It was like I'd stepped into another world. I didn't usually feel the cold; this cold though, I did.
There were trees, there was snow, there was a deer grazing in the corner, fawned over by a number of guests, adorned with fur coats, already in the room.
"She is almost ready." A man dressed in a crisp red suit announced.
A waiter walked by, in a fur coat and hat, a tray perfectly balanced on his hand.
"Champagne sir?" He offered.
"No. Thanks." I said, and he walked on with a small nod.
"I've heard she's quite beautiful."
I turned, to see a stout man, red in the cheeks and the end of his nose.
He was a drinker; I could hear his clogged arteries a mile away.
"Have you considered seeing a doctor, Hamish?" I asked.
"What would a daemon need with a doctor?" He asked, tutting with annoyance.
"A heart bypass, eventually." I warned.
"You vampires. Always so intrusive." He said, before stalking away.
"Brandy, sir?" Another waiter asked.
I took a glass wordlessly, and he moved on. Brandy warmed the blood; I needed that, in here.
I didn't see her arrive; everyone's gasps of wonder and awe alerted me to her presence, and what I saw was something I doubted I'd ever forget.
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Hamish had been right. She was beautiful. Pale blonde hair, black paint around her eyes; specific markings for a specific purpose.
Her neck adorned a number of necklaces and her head bore a crown of animal bone and ribbons etched with pagan runes.
