Shea: Damn it! Why are shipwrecks so irritating?

 

 

Shea: Now where is that journal?

 

 

Shea: Here it is. Now what does it say? 

"The lads say this cargo is cursed, they claim it glows red, but I ain't ever seen it. The captain says not to care as we'll hit land soon.

Things have changed, we actually hit a shoreline in the north, the cargo is glowing, I see it too! It's also warmer down there too.

So...so cold...need to..."

 

 

Shea: Poor bastards, I suppose I should sort this out and head back to the inn.

 

 

Shea: Now where is this cargo, I want to see what is so special about it?

 

 

Shea: So here it is, the cursed...thing.

 

 

Shea: Doesn't look like much.

 

 

Shea: Can't be that special right?

 

 

Shea: Now what if I... Ahh!

 

 

Shea: Woahh! Now that was awful!

 

 

Shea: But where in the world am I?

 

 

Shea: Is this a cathedral?

 

 

Shea: Well I must be given there's a...damn hot priestess.

 

 

Priestess: I pray to the goddess for protection and for strength.

 

 

Priestess: I pray to Zenithar to help in my duties.

 

 

Shea: Hey miss! Can you-

 

 

Priestess: What who are you?! What are you doing in here?!

 

 

Shea: I'm someone you don't want to argue with!

 

 

Priestess: Oh, by the Nine...You're a Vampire!

 

 

Shea: Oh for fuck's sake!

 

 

Priestess: Get away from here!

 

 

Priestess: Help!

 

 

Shea: Gods, why do they always run?!

 

 

Priestess: No! Please I beg you!

 

 

Shea: I don't think I'll kill you. 

 

 

Shea: You're too beautiful for that.

 

 

Shea: I might just... (Bites)

 

 

Priestess: No, Gods...please...no.

 

 

Shea: That tastes...stranger than I remember.

 

 

Priestess: I...I don't feel too good. I think I'm going to rest a while.

 

 

Shea: Go for it, I have to clean myself up anyway.

 

 

Shea: Tastes stranger, but it's something I guess.

 

 

Shea: Now I have some time to kill, if I want to know where I am that is.

 

 

Shea: Now what should I do with nothing to entertain myself?

 

 

Shea: Maybe I shouldn't deface the cathedral, it doesn't look too bad I guess.

 

A few hours later...

 

Corrupted Priestess: Fucking traders!

 

 

Corrupted Priestess: 'Oh I can't give you that' honestly they're the worst and that Belethor kept on telling me he'd sell his fucking sister!

 

 

Shea: I guess my bite did a little more than I thought.

 

 

Corrupted Priestess: I'm sorry ma'am I haven't vented anywhere for a long time.

 

 

Shea: Oh don't worry about we all have to vent at some point.

 

 

Corrupted Priestess: Forgive me miss.

 

 

Shea: There's nothing to forgive.

 

 

Corrupted Priestess: I'm sorry (Hits Shea)

Shea: Oww! (Blacks out.)

 

 

Solomia: Wow it's actually her!

 

 

Shea: Uhh...what? Where am I?

 

 

Shea: Wait...sis?

 

 

Solomia: Who else?! I couldn't believe it when that spy told me she'd found you!

 

 

Shea: So that explains why she tasted different...

 

 

Solomia: Of course it does, but...what has happened to your hair, it was much redder before you left?

 

 

Shea: I don't know, maybe some lack of expensive soaps and shampoos has done it some good.

 

 

Solomia: Oh don't give me that all natural shit.

 

 

Gabriel: Can you ladies calm down?

 

 

Solomia: When did you hear of this?

 

 

Gabriel: I hear about everything in this castle, and besides I've been waiting a while for her.

 

 

Shea: Glad to know you've been thinking of me Gabriel.

 

 

Shea: In fact I'm very happy I was missed.

 

 

Gabriel: I've got a bit of work to do but I'll see you at dinner. Sorry, I'd stay if I could.

 

 

Solomia: I advise you get out of those rags and find something decent, I don't want to see you wearing that at a meal.

 

 

Shea: Yeah, yeah, sure.

 

 

Gabriel: Well I'll see you later then.

 

 

A few hours later...

 

Gabriel: I can't believe you didn't listen to your sister, you do realise this could cause some issues right?

 

 

Shea: Of course I know, besides she knows me she wouldn't expect me to.

 

 

Gabriel: But are you sure you want me here? I don't think I'm a great influence.

 

 

Shea: I think it's a great idea.

 

 

Shea: And don't disagree...please.

 

 

Shea: (Kisses)

 

 

Shea: (Wow it's been so long, I hope I'm still as great a kisser)

 

 

Gabriel: (Just as great, god it has been weeks)

 

 

Shea: Oh wow, that was intense, but please d...don't I'll turn into a wet puddle.

 

 

Gabriel: To be honest I hope you turn into a sopping wet mess.

 

 

A few minutes later...

Gabriel: Well this is new.

 

 

Shea: Oh you know me...

 

 

Shea: I like to keep up with the times.

 

 

Gabriel: Oh damn...I'm really out of practice right now.

 

 

Shea: Then let it go, I'm sure I can get you back in the race in a...minute...or two.

 

 

Shea: Ahh! That's it, damn its been a while!

 

 

Shea: Come on now stand up.

 

 

Gabriel: Standing on the bed? I haven't done this since I was a kid.

 

 

Shea: I don't need you to care about what you've doing I need you to-...hard again already?

 

 

Shea: Confident enough to pick me up? I'm surprised.

 

 

Shea: Now that's...amazing and...refreshing.

 

 

Shea: Oh, you're trying something...mmm...different now?

 

 

Shea: Damn again! You...clear;y aren't...that out of practice!

 

 

Gabriel: Sorry to tell you, but I think that's all I have.

 

 

Gabriel: Well it must've been fine, you seem pretty comfortable.

 

 

Shea: Mhmm, but we really need to work on that stamina of yours.