Where's Renfield When You Really Need Him?

Where's Renfield When You Really Need Him?


Dr. Cadbury Rocher scratched his head and some more dandruff fell out.


Damn! he thought.


Maybe he should start using that American brand Head and Shoulders shampoo instead of that expensive French shampoo that smelled like lavender robed in the blooming garb of spring which his wife bought for him in upscale downtown London hair salons on the recommendation of male hairstylists who did perpetual Truman Capote voice impersonations.


Back to the matter at hand.


He had intercepted two Italian secret service agents Giuseppe and Antonio last night who were trying to steal DNA samples from the Set Enterprises Laboratories lab.


But he had no idea how to interrogate them.

Renfield R. Renfield who was the Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for Set Enterprises was in France where he had been swept away by the gale force rain and wind storms that had been attacking Britain this past winter.


He was now in Paris living out the lives of various great artists who had lived in that city.


Last night he had been Toulouse-Lautrec.


Today he was Vincent Van Gogh.


Feeling a bit squeamish about cutting off his own ear, Renfield decided to cut off the ear of someone else instead.


He was now in a Paris courtroom facing charges of aggravated assault.




To be continued.




-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Thursday February 20th
 2014.


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