Renfield's Attempted Post-Valentine's Day Invasion of Normandy

Renfield's Attempted Post-Valentine's Day Invasion of Normandy



"Monsieur, Monsieur, are you all right?" the beautiful blonde French woman in the long flowing peasant dress shook Renfield as he lay on the beach.


"Where am I?" Renfield asked as he came to.


"The beaches of Normandy, Monsieur," the French woman replied.


"Good God," the Nietzschean inclined atheist shapeshifting hamster/human exclaimed blasphemously from his philosophical viewpoint, "that typhoon must have swept me from the boss' mansion down to the River Thames and then down the River Thames to the English Channel and then across the English Channel to the beaches of Normandy."


"I suppose, Monsieur," the French woman gently caressed his head.


"And so, like the Allied Forces 70 years ago this year, I have landed on the beaches of Normandy," Renfield got to his feet with some help from the beautiful French woman.


"Yes, Monsieur," the French woman replied.


"Do you need to be liberated, Mademoiselle?" Renfield asked the French girl.


"Liberated from what, Monsieur?" the French girl asked.


"From your virginity perhaps?" Renfield grinned.


The French girl hit him over the head with her Geiger counter and then continued down the beach.


"Just thought I'd ask," Renfield called out after her as he once again lay on the sands of the beaches of Normandy.




To be continued.



-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Saturday February 15th
 2014.


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