Polonium-210 Will Ruin A Glass of Scotch
MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna was off to his meeting with the Mossad agent called the Controller of the Golem.
They were to meet in a pub in central London to discuss certain geopolitical happenings involving Russia and the Middle East.
When he opened the door to his room, standing there was the Phoenician vampiress Ashtoreth (looking not a day over 30) wearing a lovely pink evening dress.
She bit Diablos on the neck and drew him back into the apartment.
His meeting would be delayed.
, . .
The Controller of the Golem was sitting in the George and Dragon Pub sipping a glass of Scotch and soda.
A red-headed woman in a low-cut black evening dress and carrying a tray of pretzels bent over in front of him showing off her front assets.
“Pretzel, sir?” she smiled a smile flashing her white vampiric incisors.
But the Controller’s eyes were elsewhere, “Don’t mind if I do. I’ve also got a hankering for coconuts for some reason.”
“So does half the city of London,” she continued smiling as she dropped the vial of Polonium-210 in his Scotch and soda.
The Babylonian vampiress Lilith moved her backwards assets in a most delectable fashion as she walked away from the Controller.
The Controller sipped his Scotch and soda, screamed “El Shaddai!” and promptly keeled over.
“You see, Harold,” some constipated looking old bat of a wife nagged her sheepish looking husband a few tables away, “I was right not to let you take a pretzel from that shameless hussy. That could be you lying on the floor right now.”
“A pity it wasn’t,” the henpecked husband thought to himself.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday October 12th
2016
Nicholas C. Rossis said,
October 13, 2016 at 3:23 am
Shame about the Scotch!
Dracul Van Helsing said,
October 13, 2016 at 2:28 pm
Indeed, a very great pity about the Scotch.😦
The Vampiress Lilith is obviously no connoisseur of the finest Scottish whiskys or she’d realize that you don’t drop Polonium-210 into it.
Nicholas C. Rossis said,
October 14, 2016 at 12:51 am
Philistines… I guess her real skills lie elsewhere.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
October 14, 2016 at 2:32 pm
Philistines quite literally… especially in the case of Ashtoreth! LOL !
Nicholas C. Rossis said,
October 15, 2016 at 9:53 am
😀
Dracul Van Helsing said,
October 15, 2016 at 12:33 pm
😀
Dracul Van Helsing said,
October 13, 2016 at 2:27 pm
Indeed, a very great pity about the Scotch. 😦
The Vampiress Lilith is obviously no connoisseur of the finest Scottish whiskys or she’d realize that you don’t drop Polonium-210 into it.
Hyperion said,
October 13, 2016 at 5:05 pm
Quite a tantalizing chapter, Chris. Ahh, I do understand the urge to explore what hides beneath the coconuts. And yes, the tragedy of adulterating good whisky with Polonium 210, one of the most active radionuclides on the planet, is sure to get the Scots thoroughly riled up.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
October 14, 2016 at 2:31 pm
Yes, the Scots will be urging William Wallace to rise from the dead to avenge this national insult.
Hyperion said,
October 14, 2016 at 4:08 pm
The Scots are very particular about their scotch.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
October 15, 2016 at 12:19 pm
They are indeed.
A wee dram for brekkie.
A wee dram for lunch.
A wee dram for supper.
A wee dram for a midnight snack.
And a wee dram for every 15 minutes in between those. 😀