Der Erlkönig (locked)

Aron had decided that he could avoid this place no longer. A so central place in vampire society should not go unattended, even if it wasn't the kind of place he'd usually frequent. He had used a rented BMW to get here. Mainly because the jaguar was out for an extra tuneup, and comming to the House of Pain in a limo was quite simply overdoing things. Nova had really annoyed him, and he would simply not loose again. Pressing another 200hp out of an XKR would be hard without using NO2, which he quite frankly considered cheating, but the engineer had assured him it could be done.

"Always thinking of the inessential"

"It's how I relax love, you should know"

He took a seat at the bar and asked the bartender for a corona. His experiences with ordering wine in places like this, had been less than satisfactory. He got the beer, without a glass and the slice of lemon that turned the mexican brew into perfection. At least it was cold. A rammstein wannabe band played in the background, Aron actually knew the number. Dalai Lama.

"How many in here do you think know it's based on Goethe's 'Der Erkönig'?"

"Present company excluded? Probably none"

The poem meant quite a lot to him, far more than he cared to remember.

"Dem Vater grausets, er reitet geschwind,
er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind,
erreicht den Hof mit Müh und Not;
in seinen Armen das Kind war tot." he whispered...

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