In Her Own Words:
I'm the leader of the is little ragtag group we call a family. I don't want be the leader but I sure as shit am not letting these other estrogen deficient blood suckers call the shots.
This is Chick, my mother.
Chick: Also known as Nana. Why she won't wear underwear that isn't leather I'll never know. Since the change, she's horny and half-dressed all the time. The only problem is if she drinks blood from a guy and doesn't polish his knob at the same time, bad things happen. Bad things like...
|DEAD HIMBO (accidental)|
And let's not forget my sister Joann, who got me into this mess.
Jeni-- The only one of my kids that actually has some sense and refuses to be turned into one of the undead is my daughter Jeni, the voice of reason, the only reasonable one in our bunch.
And then there is Resi.
Now unlike JoAnn and Jeni, my younger daughter Resi embraced the vampire life with great enthusiasm. I'm thinking that having a permanently tight ass and perky boobs for all eternity put the giddy in her giddy-up.
l love Resi. My girl is loyal as hell and usually follows direction unlike Chick and Joann. Most of the time I just want to hug the shit out of her. She's wicked smart, good in a fight and she pisses Dorius off. What more could I ask for? Well. maybe she could stop tongue kissing Zaire on the dining room picnic table. That would be nice. Jeni still eats there.
Oh, and Christopher, the viscous little midget. He's the one who bit me.
Christopher--I hesitated to list this little monster under family but I figure if I have to count Dorius, I have to count Christopher. Don't be fooled because he looks like he just got out of pre-school, Christopher is a horny homicidal devil. If he hadn't bit me in that public restroom, I'd still be alive. Since I'm now stuck as his pseudo boss and warden, he better learn to kiss my ass or he'll end up locked in a mausoleum in Italy for the next 100 years or so.
I suppose I can't forget Dorius.
Dorius is the one who put us in Critter Control. Like I said, a bastard.
|Family at Work|
I guess I should mention my mate, Marcus. I didn't want him for a mate, he insisted. And he's hot. It's hard to say no when a muscled, sexy guy wants to rock your world for all eternity but I tried, oh how I tried.
And then there's the rest of the motley crew that Dorius (the bastard) assigned to our Critter Control team. And I guess I'd be remiss if I didn't mention them. They have become permanent fixtures at our house.
Gibbie--may only be two inches tall but he has an attitude that just about outranks Zaire's. (And you just know they don't get along. )
Jake-- Jake-Jake-Jake. Tell me, what can you say about a thirty foot purple dragon with a flatulence problem?