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This was a total nightmare.... she'd turned her back for no more than a second and the afternoons 'art project' was now in ruins....

It had all been going well, minimal spillage, spatters on the canvas not the walls, less than expected screaming, when disaster had struck. The devastation was beyond anything she would have expected a small puppy to be able to cause in a matter of less than a minute, and the clean up was probably going to take the rest of the night.

"Bad!...Bad Gollum!...Bad!..." the small puppy hid under the bed hoping to avoid another squirt of the water bottle. Though this was usually more effective on cats, Gollum had an aversion to it which made for a good method of non-lethal punishment. Lord only knows what might happen if Quin were to give him a bop on the nose with rolled up magazine, these days her strength was far greater than it have ever been in her previous life and when her temper was flaring it only increased. Admittedly she got through three or four water bottles a week due to her habit of accidentally crushing them mid-spray, but at least it meant she could get her point across to the little furry terror without having to take him to the vet every time he whizzed on something he shouldn't. Quin knew she had a tendency to fly of the handle without much provocation and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt the little guy, she just wanted him to figure out a few boundaries... he could now add 'messing with mommy's art supplies' to the ever increasing list.

Turning back to the mess that was supposed to be her latest art project she didn't know where to start...the spill bucket had been kicked half way across the room during the chase, her fault that time, the scattering of organs and sections of intestines though.... *sigh*

Carefully stepping over the mess she headed to the bathroom to grab her trusty mop, if one good thing had come out of all of this it was that Gollum wouldn't need feeding tonight.... the crafty creature sat under the bed gnawing on the still warm heart keeping an eye on his 'mothers' movements....

After the whole having the be pretty much gutted to avoid being eaten by her own fade baby incident Quin had done her best to keep her legs firmly together, but for the last few days she had found herself eyeing up her lunch with more than just hunger on her mind (the male ones at any rate). She knew just the guy to scratch her itch so to speak and after a few hours wandering the lower end of Harper Rock she finally ran into "The Marvelous Marvalo!" doing his usually assortment of card tricks and fire eating....*perfect* she thought to herself, if she was going to dice with danger she wanted to at least make sure it was worth the risk involved.

Marvalo grinned his toothy grin when he saw Quin coming and gave a sly wink, she hadn't really been paying much attention the first time she had hooked up with him but this time she noticed that he never seemed to speak....hmmmmmmm....he couldn't be deaf or he wouldn't have heard her high heels clicking up behind him....maybe he was a mute?....he had a tongue that was for sure she remembered warmly.....*never mind* it wasn't like she was after conversation anyway, and he seemed to understand this as he quickly packed up his bag of tricks and offered up him arm like a true gentleman...Quin giggled at the offer, it was an funny gesture that she wasn't used to but she slide her arm through his without hesitation and let him lead the way to his cramped little apartment.

A good while later Quin smiled as she again gathered her discarding clothes from the now familiar apartment floor. Marvalo was of course 'dead to the world', she didn't mind as he had truly out done himself just like before and had earned himself the rest. This time she was unlikely to find herself 'up the duff' unless vampire anatomy was even stranger than she already knew. Marvalo the Magnificent had been more than happy to go about things in a different manner, in fact he seemed delighted at the prospect when she had brought the subject up.

From the night she had learnt two things:
One was that Mr.Marvalo was indeed a mute and two, that she had lost none of her pre-turn 'flexibility' in certain delicate areas.

The well worn path grows no weeds, no matter how much seed you pour on it.....

Quin burst into her apartment hoping she'd got back in time.... she'd been having a nice chat with a couple of people in the cafe when she'd started getting the first of several panicked messages from her current bae Marvalo.

The night hadn't been all bad, sure she'd probably annoyed a few people but that was just the effect Quin had on people in general....you could either handle her ditzy nature or you ended up grinding your teeth and wondering how someone so monumentally dim could have survived to get to her age. To be honest is was hard to believe that she had made it to adulthood at all with her lack of common sense, social grace and her habit of running her mouth on subjects far above her level of understanding. Being a crack shot, a half decent meth cook and a versatile street walker were the few things she could do without straining what little grey matter rested between her ears and she took pride in that. Who needed smarts when you could make the 'blood eagle' and then turn what was left after it had stopped 'flapping' into top notch dog food and varying pieces of modern art?

Eyeing the apartment she could see that some sort of scuffle had occurred, the place was always a mess anyway but the fresh sprinkles of blood on the floor and the knocked over TV set gave it away.

"MARV?....HONEY?...."

*a metallic faint tapping came from the bathroom*

Walking across the room she tried the bathroom door, it swung open with ease...
Standing in the large copper bathtub stood the Marvalo clutching a bloodied wash cloth to his hand, he looked relieved at Quins arrival...

"Oh baby! Did Gollum nip you?!!....that naughty little scamp!.....where is he?!!....he's going to get such a spanking!"

Marvalo chuckled silently before slumping down into the tub, thankfully it seems that the young puppy was far too small to get into the tub. Marvalo motioned with the bloodied hand toward the sink... Quin had to squint for a moment before she spotted the puppy nestled inside the large bag of kibble, he looked like he'd eaten a basket ball and was snoring softly.....

*sigh*

"Is it bad baby?" she asked trying her best not to get to excited about the blood in the air, as always her hunger was keen...for a split second she was tempted to just sink her fangs into him and drain him of every last drop....*no...not this one...* pushing the rising hunger down she carefully unwrapped the bloody wash cloth to see the damage...

"Oh ouch! That looks nasty....hmmmmm....come on hun, I think we should get you to the Hospital, looks like you'll need a few stitches for that finger.....my treat..."
Quin chuckle at that, Maravol just rolled his eyes at the poor joke before letting the much taller woman help him out of the tub. Looking over at the nasty little monster sleeping in his kibble bag she made a note to see about getting him a muzzle.....*do they make them puppy sized?* she wondered, either way he was in for a telling off once he'd woken up. She couldn't have her bae needing stitches when every time he came round for a booty call...it could real put a damper on things...

A random 'sculpture' appears on a local beach.....