Isis Stabs Sir Elton John In The Back

Isis Stabs Sir Elton John In The Back


The Paris-based Egyptian Vampiress Isis was having dinner with a British cabinet minister in an exclusive London restaurant.


They were discussing the upcoming British general election, the state of Anglo-French relations, the emerging German domination of the European Union and the possibility of an Entente forming between Greece and Russia.


Spying on them and eavesdropping at the next table was Renfield R. Renfield the Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for Isis' arch-enemy the London-based ancient Egyptian Vampire Set.


To escape the Vampiress Isis' recognition and detection, Renfield had disguised himself by dressing up to look like Bruce Jenner if he/she was having a bad hair day.



"Didn't the noted sanity challenged scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher work for you for a while?" The British cabinet minister asked Isis.


"He did," Isis admitted, "but that nasty swine of a shapeshifting hamster/ human Renfield snatched him back to work for the Vampire Set again."



Renfield quickly sprayed some more Febreze air freshener on his wig as a make-shift hairspray.


"Plus I see Dr. Cadbury Rocher is now doing TV commercials for Jaguar automobiles," Isis put some red lipstick on her already blood red lips.


"He is?" The British cabinet minister seemed surprised.


"Yes," Isis applied some more jet black mascara to her already jet black eyelashes, "the one where he takes a cylinder shaped glass elevator down to his secret laboratory brimming with automobiles and announces to the world "The devil is in the details" and then says "Oh yes, there's method to my madness" as he drives away in either a red or a white Jaguar depending on which ad is being shown."


"Now, that you mentioned it, I guess I have seen that commercial," the cabinet minister sipped his Brandy.


Renfield silently seethed at the next table and wondered why he had never been asked to do a TV ad for Jaguar as he ragingly spilled hot chocolate over his formerly white blouse.


"That's a lovely gown you're wearing," the cabinet minister admired Isis' scarlet red evening dress.


"Thanks," Isis smiled, "It's a Dolce Gabbana."


"That's a Dolce Gabbana?" The minister put on his spectacles to get a better look down the front of her dress.


"Yes, Dolce Gabbana," Isis nodded.


"Well, you're certainly going to lose the admiration of Sir Elton John and his synthetic children over that," Renfield piped up from the next table.


To be continued.


- A vampire novel chapter
  written by Christopher
  Thursday March 19th
  2015.


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