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Mortimer Goth

Enjoying a little quiet time with an old friend, Darlene Bunch. "I'm glad you got de-vamped."

"So what do you do these days, VJ?"

"Oh, you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Did a little time last week."

And then I decided to go for a massage and style at the Spa. There are too many salons in this town to make sense. There's the Serenity bookstore and Spa, the Walls Book n Bath, Shear perfection Salon and Tattoo Parlour, Sharma Day Spa. Are we really so vain, we Sunsetters?

The stylist was a little too interested, I think.

I work at the CornEx Research Labs. They wanted to use me for a broadcast about the new Vamprocillin cure. I got a new set of lab clothes out of them.

Decided it was time to start working on my career seriously. (Don't laugh! Old houses are COLD!)

Saw the ghost of Gretl Goth tonight. The house has always been haunted. The ghosts help me feel at home. I don't think I would ever want to move. After all, they are family!

Lolita. I bet she was really sweet-looking when she was alive.

My investment in the hospital took some attention. Burn victims are keeping the Casualty Department busy, the new Plastic Surgery Wing is proving quite popular, and I think it's time I call in an auditor to check their books. I suspect I may have to increase my investment and so wrest control of the hospital from its shareholder-appointed Administrators.

I came to a momentous decision today. I need to get married. I'm tired of being by myself. I'm also tired of the gold-diggers. Bella has enough money behind her that I know she isn't after my money. She's from one of the oldest families in the district. (Mine being the oldest). I need to continue the Goth dynasty, as dear Mama would have wanted.

Bella Bachelor was one of the first to take the Cure. Of course she had recognised me on the broadcast. I had to explain that I was only a Lab Assistant. But she was cool about that, and took to turning up at the CornEx bar. She agreed with me, that I was the most photogenic of the science team and that the broadcasters were right to use me in the bulletin.

We had some drinks, ate together. When we were little kids in school, Bella had been the prettiest girl in the year below me. I used to dream that one day we would be married and live in my house, with a little girl of our own. She's changed. And as a vamp, she has had some strange experiences.

I gave her a book I thought was rather good.

Eventually she agreed to marry me!

I want to have a Bachelor Party. That will be tomorrow night, the weekend. Then a proper wedding celebration! I want us to have something to remember.

Bachelor Party at the new Lounge tonight! And a day off work booked for tomorrow!

"I paid a heap to hire this place, don't let any riff-raff in!"

"Yessir!"

We had a great time.

Then I set up a great wedding party at my place. We were all set, the guests were there. Just waiting for the bride to arrive, and she sent me a text.

"Sorry, I'm busy for the next six hours."

What? She jilted me! ME! Mortimer Goth?

She sent me a TEXT?

Suddenly, there she was. With a determined look, she made straight for the terrace.

She walked stiffly to the terrace.

She was whimpering? I can't stand whining.

The witnesses were all assembled on the terrace.

I wondered if I had bought a large enough diamond for her ring.

She didn't even have a formal wedding dress on.

Then she smiled up at me, blinking away tears.

"I'm sorry I messed up your party. I didn't have time for shopping, I was nervous..."

 

The wedding was a mixed success. Both were grumpy at the other. She didn't feel like coming in to cut the cake with him, saying she "hated rituals."

She resented having to give up an important performance for what she called "his wedding party."

Many of the guests left early. He went outside and found her playing the keyboards and singing.

Daria mi vida

Hoy mientras tú dormías,
susurré mil promesas, saldremos adelante
aunque falte el dinero prometo entregarte un
pedazo de cielo,aunque sea extravagante ....es lo
que tú te mereces.... ....es lo que
tú te mereces....

I got onto the karaoke machine and joined her.

Pero caer en saco roto, tengo las manos atadas,
hipotecaron mis sueños, y me compraron dos
alas que fabricaron de cera y me mandaron al sol a
buscar la primavera, y...¿qué puedo
darte yo? ...¿qué puedo darte yo?

Yo te daría mi vida por pasarla a tu lado,
vivir bajo algún techo aunque fuera
alquilado, y dormir cada noche tan sólo
abrazados y taparnos con mantas de segunda mano,
comer sopa de sobre y lechuga a diario no tener
televisión aunque eso sí es un
regalo no llegar a fin de mes,vivir de prestado y
ni siquiera nos dejan....

Yo sólo quiero quererte y me dejan a un
lado, quieren que apriete los dientes, y ande en
alfombras de clavos dicen....así es la vida
mendigando trabajos,aceptando mentiras,olvidando
ilusiones con corona de espinas...

Yo te daría mi vida por pasarla a tu lado,
vivir bajo algún techo aunque fuera
alquilado, y dormir cada noche tan sólo
abrazados y taparnos con mantas de segunda mano,
comer sopa de sobre y lechuga a diario no tener
televisión aunque eso sí es un
regalo no llegar a fin de mes,vivir de prestado y
ni siquiera nos dejan....

Yo te daría mi vida por pasarla a tu lado,
vivir bajo algún techo aunque fuera
alquilado, y dormir cada noche tan sólo
abrazados y taparnos con mantas de segunda mano,
comer sopa de sobre y lechuga a diario no tener
televisión aunque eso sí es un
regalo no llegar a fin de mes,vivir de prestado y
ni siquiera nos dejan....


To be continued.