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Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Disaster at the Dinner Table!

We all have our favorite fictional characters and dream of popping into their world to meet them some day. What if by some miracle all our fave characters could jump out into the real world for one day to attend a special event? Let's see what might happen.

It's October 2nd. My favorite holiday, Halloween, is right around the corner. The weather is starting to turn chilly and I'm not in the greatest of moods. Today is, after all, my birthday, and as I get older, birthdays take on a new meaning. They aren't filled with happy moments or wishes I want to come true some day. No, it just means one year closer to losing my mind, failing health, and watching dreams go down in a ball of flame.  However, this year, things are going to be different. You see, my niece is throwing me a spectacular birthday dinner and there are two special guests on the invitation list: Dean Winchester (from Supernatural fame) and Eric Northman (the hottest vampire to exist in today's fictional world).

Everyone is settled in and seated around the table. They have already introduced themselves and from the scathing looks Dean keeps giving Eric, I can tell it's going to be a long night.

"Why did you invite him?" asked Dean, leaning over to whisper in my ear.

"Maybe because I'm more fun," said Eric. He pointed to his ears. "Whispers are for children. I can hear whatever you say perfectly."

Dean straightened his back, looking ready to pounce. I placed a restraining hand on his arm.

"Boys, let's just all get along for one night, okay?"

Dean snarled; Eric growled. I knew this dinner was going to be a disaster the moment my niece opened the door to show off her two surprise guests. Pitting a vampire and a monster hunter in the same room would only result in chaos. Could I have them make peace, if just for the one night?

The kitchen door opened and Emily, my niece, pushed a gigantic cake through the door. "It's time to sing Happy Birthday," she said with a huge grin on her face.

On top of the cake was an image of my latest supernatural novel that had just hit the bookshelves. Emily had written BESTSELLER across the top and underneath "birthday wishes do come true." Today was the day my book made the best seller list, so it was really a double celebration. Unfortunately, the two characters seated next to me were about to make it more interesting.

Eric wished me a happy birthday and then gave me a peck on the cheek. Dean whistled and said in a low voice, "Why don't you just bite her and drink her dry, blood sucker? We all know you want to because that's what monsters like you do."

That was all it took. Eric turned, extending his fangs, and lunged at Dean.

"I'd much rather do away with you, hunter," said Eric, toppling them both to the floor.

They wrestled for a few minutes, looking like school boys fighting over a girl, but I knew it was deadly serious. Emily screamed. The rest of the guests moved away from the table. No one intervened. This was a fight to the death.

Dean pushed Eric off him and got to his feet, pulling a wooden stake out of his coat sleeve. Always prepared, wasn't he?

I tried to step in between the two men but Eric gently pushed me out of the way. The two men went at it again, grappling with each other and falling toward the cake. I heard this loud, "Noooooooo!" behind me and turned to see Emily's horrified face. "Not the cake!" she said.

The birthday cake became a casualty of war as it splattered across the room. I got frosting in my hair; Emily received a few pieces of chocolate in her face. Guess we shouldn't have been standing next to the cake when the boys flattened it. I started giggling then; I just couldn't help it. That was the last straw for poor Emily. Her face screwed up in anger, she approached the boys, grabbing each one by the scruff of their collars. They immediately stopped fighting and looked at her.

"You two ruined everything. Do you know how long I spent on that cake? This dinner was supposed to be the most memorable one ever and well, I'd say it will be but not the way I wanted. I should send you both packing, where you can fight each other to the death outside; however, this place is a horrible mess now and you both need to stop acting like two year olds and take some responsibility. I expect everything cleaned up within the hour, do I make myself clear?"

She shook both of them forcefully, leaving no choice but to obey. When neither man answered, she released them and punched them both in the nose before saying, "Do it!"

Dean and Eric looked at each other, shrugged, and then started laughing. They had come here with the intent of killing each other but just seeing the look on Emily's face now and her ordered command had eased the situation and they no longer feared each other. It was Emily's wrath that kept them on their toes. To disobey her would send her over the edge.

Dean bowed his head and mumbled, "Sorry, Emily."

Eric scowled and said, "Yeah, me too."

Dean picked up a broom and started sweeping the pieces of cake up. Eric grabbed the trash can. Just as Emily and I turned to leave, I saw out of the corner of my eye Dean taking a swing at Eric's head with the broom. I smiled. This had been the best birthday ever. I can't wait until next year!

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