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Jul. 18th, 2008 06:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2And that would be a deflated wombat.... which is what I feel like. =p Woke up at 0430 with my back stabbing at me... I really don't want to go through another 20 years of this. >_> No more stand-up jobs. *pours another glass of whine*
Where's the aspirin....
“You sonuvabitch! You said they only offered four million! And you said Ctik knew about it and approved!” she yelled. She swung a wild roundhouse at Miles, spinning as he ducked the blow. Duo caught her before she could fall.
“Mrs Grinsted, I presume?”
“Not for much longer!” she snarled.
Heero snickered; it sounded… well, scary. “I see which side of the family you take after, Miles. Now, I want a cashier’s check for 90% of the proceeds, made out to Ctik.”
“What?! I’m not-“
Heero changed, wings lifting threateningly. “Or I will rip off your head and shove it up your ass,” he snarled, glaring down at the stunned man.
“Oh my god!” shrieked his wife. “Miles, you asshole! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
The next few minutes were confused. Or chaotic. Duo leaned toward chaotic confusion. Mrs Grinsted screamed angrily; Miles bellowed defensively and then the two other voices – belonging to Miles’ children – joined the melee.
Both he and Heero stepped back a pace as the family members yelled and screamed at each other until Miles suddenly began flailing his arms wildly.
“I had to! I had to replace the college funds!”
Dead silence. *Stunned* dead silence.
Heero lowered his head slowly to look Miles in the eyes.
“I’m sorry, Miles; would you repeat that last statement?” Heero rumbled calmly.
“I-I-I…” Miles stammered.
Heero laid one taloned hand on the man’s shoulder. “Miles…” He smiled, showing most of his razor-sharp teeth. His frills were rising and his tail had begun to twitch ominously. “I heard ‘college funds’, did I not.”
“I was going to put it back…” Miles whispered.
“Dad! What did you do?!” That was the female child; she looked about sixteen.
Neither of the children, Duo noted, seemed the slightest bit startled at having a scaly blue Wyvern Dragon standing in the parlor. Must be a side-effect of having a vampire in the family.
“You raided the kids’ college accounts?!” gasped his wife. “Miles! What’s wrong with you?!”
“I *had* to! Gisela, I lost almost two million in the stock market! We’re worse than broke!”
“Ah,” said Heero softly. “So that’s why you removed Ctik’s earth. Remove the earth, remove the vampire. Remove the pointing finger… In that case, the amount of the check will be 99% of the proceeds. You may keep the rest as a finder’s fee.”
“What?! I *will* not!”
Heero’s talons tightened on Miles’ shoulder; the man winced. “Yes, you will, Miles.” He shifted his hand to the back of Miles’ neck and took hold of his shirt and sweater. “What bank?” he asked Gisela.
She swallowed. “Farmer’s Trust; in the city.”
“Do they know Ctik?”
“Yes. Allan Horstang is the account manager. Are you going to… to… bring Miles back?” she asked hesitantly.
Heero cocked his head at her. “Do you want him back?”
She opened her mouth, and then closed it thoughtfully. “I guess so… I still need to know what the hell he did with the college money.” She glared at her petrified husband. “What’s Matthew supposed to do in August, you fuckwit?! Come home and work at McDonald’s?” She collapsed into a chair, head in her hands. “You are so stupid…”
The two children aligned themselves with their mother and glared at their father. Clearly, he would not be inspiring any “Why I Love My Dad” essays for Father’s day.
“As you wish, Mrs Grinsted,” Heero murmured. “Duo, would you take the information while Miles and I deal with the business side? Thank you.”
He stalked out of the room, hauling Miles with him. Miles appeared to be praying; at least, his lips were moving quite rapidly and his eyes were screwed tightly shut. Good; after what he’d done to Ctik, Duo didn’t have any sympathy for the idiot.
Where's the aspirin....
“You sonuvabitch! You said they only offered four million! And you said Ctik knew about it and approved!” she yelled. She swung a wild roundhouse at Miles, spinning as he ducked the blow. Duo caught her before she could fall.
“Mrs Grinsted, I presume?”
“Not for much longer!” she snarled.
Heero snickered; it sounded… well, scary. “I see which side of the family you take after, Miles. Now, I want a cashier’s check for 90% of the proceeds, made out to Ctik.”
“What?! I’m not-“
Heero changed, wings lifting threateningly. “Or I will rip off your head and shove it up your ass,” he snarled, glaring down at the stunned man.
“Oh my god!” shrieked his wife. “Miles, you asshole! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
The next few minutes were confused. Or chaotic. Duo leaned toward chaotic confusion. Mrs Grinsted screamed angrily; Miles bellowed defensively and then the two other voices – belonging to Miles’ children – joined the melee.
Both he and Heero stepped back a pace as the family members yelled and screamed at each other until Miles suddenly began flailing his arms wildly.
“I had to! I had to replace the college funds!”
Dead silence. *Stunned* dead silence.
Heero lowered his head slowly to look Miles in the eyes.
“I’m sorry, Miles; would you repeat that last statement?” Heero rumbled calmly.
“I-I-I…” Miles stammered.
Heero laid one taloned hand on the man’s shoulder. “Miles…” He smiled, showing most of his razor-sharp teeth. His frills were rising and his tail had begun to twitch ominously. “I heard ‘college funds’, did I not.”
“I was going to put it back…” Miles whispered.
“Dad! What did you do?!” That was the female child; she looked about sixteen.
Neither of the children, Duo noted, seemed the slightest bit startled at having a scaly blue Wyvern Dragon standing in the parlor. Must be a side-effect of having a vampire in the family.
“You raided the kids’ college accounts?!” gasped his wife. “Miles! What’s wrong with you?!”
“I *had* to! Gisela, I lost almost two million in the stock market! We’re worse than broke!”
“Ah,” said Heero softly. “So that’s why you removed Ctik’s earth. Remove the earth, remove the vampire. Remove the pointing finger… In that case, the amount of the check will be 99% of the proceeds. You may keep the rest as a finder’s fee.”
“What?! I *will* not!”
Heero’s talons tightened on Miles’ shoulder; the man winced. “Yes, you will, Miles.” He shifted his hand to the back of Miles’ neck and took hold of his shirt and sweater. “What bank?” he asked Gisela.
She swallowed. “Farmer’s Trust; in the city.”
“Do they know Ctik?”
“Yes. Allan Horstang is the account manager. Are you going to… to… bring Miles back?” she asked hesitantly.
Heero cocked his head at her. “Do you want him back?”
She opened her mouth, and then closed it thoughtfully. “I guess so… I still need to know what the hell he did with the college money.” She glared at her petrified husband. “What’s Matthew supposed to do in August, you fuckwit?! Come home and work at McDonald’s?” She collapsed into a chair, head in her hands. “You are so stupid…”
The two children aligned themselves with their mother and glared at their father. Clearly, he would not be inspiring any “Why I Love My Dad” essays for Father’s day.
“As you wish, Mrs Grinsted,” Heero murmured. “Duo, would you take the information while Miles and I deal with the business side? Thank you.”
He stalked out of the room, hauling Miles with him. Miles appeared to be praying; at least, his lips were moving quite rapidly and his eyes were screwed tightly shut. Good; after what he’d done to Ctik, Duo didn’t have any sympathy for the idiot.
