Before they made him come to a sleepover party and tried to braid his fur/hair (dpeneds on whether it is a full moon or not). This was really weird because....
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Before they made him come to a sleepover party and tried to braid his fur/hair (dpeneds on whether it is a full moon or not). This was really weird because....
he was dead!
At the library...
a strangely dressed grey-haired man was doing research on the paranormal, completely oblivious to the fact that it had been taking place practically under his own nose! But such is the way of some people. They go searching for the answers to questions and miss what is right in front of them all the time! It was why Old Nick chose this moment to reappear, and approach the grey haired old man. He knew the man would have no clue as to whom he was actually speaking, so...
he decided to dress up in a sparkly sequined jumpsuit and call himself Oomphy Gludgett. Why he did not choose something more subdued in order to preserve his anonymity is not clear, nor is the choice of clothing, but sometimes...
in an effort to distance himself from his aristocratic roots, he would play.......
a fast paced game of Peasant Checkers, always making sure to lose. An interesting trick on his part, yet....
the grey-haired man had strange look of familiarity on his weathered face, could it be he thought to himself, could it really be ........
yes, it was! Old Nick knew the grey-haired man right enough. The old busy-body had clashed with Old Nick before. He was a certain paranormal investigator of some note, whose initials shone on the clasp of his oversuffed briefcase M.G. What Old Nick couldn't figure was what the busy-body was doing here. He had made no move when a vampire changed shape before his very eyes, nor when Old Nick popped out of nothing. Oh, well. Forget the paranormal investigator. Eddy was Old Nick's prey tonight, and it was already nearing the midnight hour; time was...
Fleeting and swift, like a herd of snails caught in molasses. "Hmm" I said to myself, "why I really should...."
try and stick my diet.MG turned to Nick and smiled.........
"What are you up to this time, Nick?"
"Nothing that concerns you, Graves. Mind your own business!"
"Oh, I am. It's just that my "business", as you call it, often involves either you or your underlings."
"I'm after one of my wayward "underlings" now!" Nick growled, a hint of flame beginning to surround his body.
"I see. Good hunting, then." Graves returned to his research.
Nick burned through the door as he left. Just wait until he caught up with Eddy. Just wait...http://www.websmileys.com/sm/evil/teu42.gif
He was going to light a fire and then he and Eddy were going to sit down, mano a mano and have a good old fashioned hotdog and marshmallow roast. "Yes indeedy, there will be no sticking to a diet tonight" Ol' Nick thought and then burned some more. "Then that Eddy will really...."
remember that one day he and his friend Mara,a mysterious western wind, looked at each other for an eternity and suddently...
broke out in song, singing at the top of their voices, It's a beautiful day by
U2. Yep yep, those certainly were beautiful days. Things were quiet simple back then none of this........
"I want to live forever and I'll sell my soul to do so." business came around. But when you deal with Old Nick, he holds the cards. And lately, Eddy had been trying to somehow get out of their contract. So he'd turned the little twit into a vampire--that was still living forever--just on Old Nick's terms. Well, if talking wouldn't work, there are worse things than death. Old Nick thought about what to tell Eddy if he wouldn't play the game...