Perveen's Wedding

The undead twins, Amelia and Marie, today bridesmaids, monotonously brushed Perveen, the vampire queen's raven locks.

The Louis XIV dresser's mirrors reflected only the brushes, discharging blue-white static lightning into the fraught atmosphere.

"It's my wedding and I can't even see myself!" screamed Perveen.

"Yet you two, my hand-maidens, need only look at each other to realise your eternal beauty! Not any more!"

Impossibly quick, Perveen swivelled, scything Marie's oesophagus with her black talons.

Unapologetically, Perveen stomped from the boudoir, as Amelia dropped to her dying twin's side, lapping up the overspill of the queen's tantrum.

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This week's Sci-Fi Roundtable's "Best Bits" called for "Outrage" as the theme:

This week the theme is: "Outrage":

1. Post a piece of your writing that is about this theme;
2. No more than 100 words (10% absolute margin allowed - 110 words). .
   • NB: Please don't put me in the place of having to choose whether to edit or not include your entry;
   • Please always DOUBLE CHECK the word length!
3. Only ONE entry per person;
4. The poll will be posted on Sunday;
5. The winner will be announced on Monday and, aside the kudos of peer approval, will get to choose the theme for the next round.

As it happens, there was just such a chapter in Billy Came, Ch 11 a., The Bridal Party that provided the perfect template. Enjoy!