That sucks? THAT SUCK’S?! Some undead monster of a murder victem, my murder victem thank you very much, is still alive an pawing at my ankles?
“IVY! WHAT THE f**k?!” I yelled in response before lowering my volume to something a little more reasonable, “You’re supposed to tell me when things like this are a possibility. This is not okay.”
“I know, I know,” she replied somewhat miserably, “I’m devastated that it didn’t work this time too, but look at it like this. Now we can try again.” It was with great restraint that I didn’t scream again. Going off like a stove-top tea kettle, because there is only so much pressure that one person can take.
“No, no. This is not okay, or acceptable, in any way shape or form,” I said insistantly, “No murdering people unless you can be damn sure that th
