Never Trust a Nurse in LatexA Story by ZephyrThis started as a horror story because it was an entry to a horror contest, but really it's more of a humorous piece so i changed the category. There isn't anything really adult in the story, but the theme is a little mature for younger kids.Markus looked at the nurse sourly, squinting in the neon light. “Think we can turn off the lights, sunshine?” he drawled. Iliya looked skeptically over her shoulder at the pallid man in the bed, his limp black hair falling past his shoulders around an obscenely large, upside-down crucifix at his neck. Bat wing tattoos curled around his shoulders, the leading edges of the intricate tattoo patterns that ran down the entire length of his arm. She raised her feathery blonde eyebrows and put her hands on her curvaceous hips, almost touching the hem of her uniform with her polished fingernails. “If you wanted vampire-friendly service,” she said haughtily, showing her sharpened teeth in a wicked smile, “then I guess you shouldn’t have tried to bite my sister, huh? Synthetic light won’t kill you.” “Well, I didn’t know she was a werewolf, did I, sweetheart?” he hissed back at her, grimacing. His hand strayed to the open gash that ran along his ribs. With the werewolf infection coursing through it, his healing was negated. The only way to fix it was to have the poison withdrawn from the wound, which was why he was here. He looked up to his left, at the IV they had stuck in his arm. It was blood, sure, but he would prefer to have that tube running into his mouth, not his arm. And it would be nice if the blood weren’t contained in an empty steak sauce bottle. That was just bizarre. He looked back over at the nurse, but she had disappeared through the doorway into the blissfully dim hallway, where he couldn’t see anything but the neon reflecting off her tight Latex uniform. What the hell kind of hospital is this, anyway? With a werewolf nurse and Latex uniforms? Then again, he pondered, staring at the sexy dress on the nurse. Moments later a second nurse entered the room, dressed in a similar uniform, but lacking the headband that her coworker wore. She was pushing a metal table, carrying nothing but a foot-long metallic syringe, complete with a wicked-looking needle, and a pair of rubber surgical gloves. Markus looked appreciatively at the brunette nurse, with her hair slicked back into a bun much in the vampiric style, before he realized that this was the woman he had attempted to bite. His eyes fell upon the tray, at which point he sat up straight, snarling. The blonde nurse reentered the room, with a malicious grin on her face that quickly passed to her sister. Before he could rise from the table, she forced him back onto it with strength that belied her sexy feminine form. “Do you know what happens to a vampire that attacks a werewolf?” the brunette asked, pausing. She walked around the cart, her high heels clicking on the linoleum tile. She crossed to the opposite side of the room and flicked off the lights. Markus sighed despite himself, as the only glow to now enter the room came from a streetlamp outside. While Markus had this momentary lapse of attention, the blonde snatched the gloves from the cart and slid them on, then walked back around the bed and placed her hands on the vampire’s bare chest, pushing hard enough to hurt. He bared his fangs at her in a sort of grin/scowl. “Finally given in to your feminine urgings, sweet cheeks?” She grinned seductively at him and leaned in close on his left side, shifting her hand slightly as to bare the area above his heart. “In your dreams, nightwalker,” she whispered, before the silver needle stabbed down in Markus’s chest. Before the fires of hell reached out to claim him, he heard a howl echo through the building.
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21 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorZephyrMy ImaginationAboutmoar funny pictures Hello. When I joined a writing group in 2005, I discovered something that changed my life; writing is one of my true life passions. I love to write. If you have thoughts abou.. more..Writing
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