Asher lay against the far wall. He was a skeleton with dried parchment skin. He lay on a bed of golden Christmas tree tinsel, the glorious remnant of his hair.
You’re cutting through any tension or horror when you compare things to bright happy holiday decorations. You really fail at writing.
Anyway, Anita is generally despairing but not to worry, Asher’s not dead yet.
Everyone is despairing because obviously there is no one who could possibly help a dying vampire. There’s obviously no one who has magic powers over dead people. They’re all trying to nag BM into giving Asher his energy back and Anita is threatening to kill Musette instead of using her brain or her NECROMANCY POWERS WHICH SHE CAN USE TO HEAL VAMPIRES. She looks at Musette and can really, really see that Musette is actually there.
It made me wonder how much of Belle everyone else had been seeing, or if I’d had a better show because of my necromancy.
Oh, so you fucking remember that you’re a necromancer? THEN WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING USE YOUR POWERS. Then BM starts fucking with her head even though Anita cannot be mindrolled by other vampires. She cannot and has never been able to be mindrolled since the very first book.
Jean-Claude’s sex ran over my skin while the fear ran like ice through the rest of me.
Put your dick away and do something productive, JC. Anyway, Anita is perceptive enough to point out that everyone here hates everyone else and that BM is perfectly happy for Asher and Musette to die to prove a point. Anita demands that BM heal Asher and this means someone’s changed sides or something. And then dramatic looks are exchanged and BM’s image kneels by Asher and is going to heal him. Richard has vanished off page and Anita didn’y notice. JC is SAAAAADDDD. Anita is SAD. Dramatic looks are exchanged. Richard then appears again and JC and Richard share dramatic looks.
What the fuck is happening?