What happens when Twilight Saga vampire Edward Cullen meets Darth Vader meets Vulcan Spock? That question is answered in this parody of the Twilight Saga, Star Wars and Star Trek. Will Edward Cullen survive a fight with the evil Emperor of the Dark Side? Will vampire Vulcan Spock win over Princess Leia? This is a New Adult Paranormal and Science Fiction Parody based on #1 Bestselling “Tell Jabya, it’s Obegone,” he said to the beady eyed creature who answered the reinforced metal door. The servant slammed the door shut, contacted Jabya, and then quickly re-opened the door to Obegone. “Hurry,” the servant said. “She’s in the main chamber and eager to meet you.” The main chamber was a large, cave like structure. There was one large, rounded room with a domed roof. Alcoves, like flower petals, branching off the main room. Jabya’s entourage filled the space, drinking and gambling. A long blue carpet stretched away from a dais. Obegone, carrying an alien bouquet and a box of candied frogs, followed the blue carpet until he stood in front of the magnificent creature lying on a couch, Jabya the Hot. The room got suddenly quiet. “Greetings, beautiful Jabya,” said Obegone, holding out the alien flowers and candy. An assistant collected the presents. “Obegone.” Jabya looked down, and rattled her tail. “You got a tail ring,” said Obegone looking at the rattling jeweled bracelets on Jabya’s tail. “It suits you. The gems gleam like your scales.” “Flattery, Obegone? That might have worked a long time ago, if you had called me as you said you would.” Obegone nodded. “It was too dangerous. The evil Empire was looking for me. I didn’t want them going after you too.” Jabya cool demeanor softened slightly. “I can defend myself. You could have come to me for protection.” Jabya smelled the bouquet of alien flowers. They were striped orange and black. Suddenly they turned into Monarch butterflies, fluttering happily about the dank room. “Butterfly shape shifting flowers, you remembered I like them.” Obegone smiled. “Of course. I remember everything about our time together.”Jabya opened the box of candied frogs. She pulled one out and popped it into her mouth. “Yum, this one’s filled with caramel.” Jabya moved over and patted the space on the couch next to her. “Come sit down.” Obegone climbed the stairs of the dais to sit next to Jabya. “Frog?” said Jabya offering the box of candied frogs to Obegone. “No thank you, I’m cutting back on sweets.” “Why have you come, Obegone?” said Jabya. “Does this have something to do with it?” She gestured. A servant pulled back a velvet curtain. Obegone’s jaw dropped. His love, Brun Solow, was frozen, along with Chewy, in a slab displayed against the far wall. Their expressions of shock from the cold were artfully lit. “Come now, Obegone, nothing to say? What do you think of my new decoration?” “Um, nice track lighting.” Jabya threw back her head and laughed. She put her arm around Obegone’s arm. “That’s why I always liked you, you made me laugh.” Jabya looked towards the stage where the magician had stopped performing, his hand midway in pulling a rabbit out of a hat. “Get the band onstage. I want to dance.” She and Obegone danced the night away. Jabya slithered from side to side, while Obegone danced like a disco maniac. When the wee hours of the morning came, Jabya retired for her beauty sleep.
Language
English
Pages
77
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
December 15, 2013
Twilight of the Star Vampires (Book 3): A Parody of the Twilight Saga, Star Wars and Star Trek
What happens when Twilight Saga vampire Edward Cullen meets Darth Vader meets Vulcan Spock? That question is answered in this parody of the Twilight Saga, Star Wars and Star Trek. Will Edward Cullen survive a fight with the evil Emperor of the Dark Side? Will vampire Vulcan Spock win over Princess Leia? This is a New Adult Paranormal and Science Fiction Parody based on #1 Bestselling “Tell Jabya, it’s Obegone,” he said to the beady eyed creature who answered the reinforced metal door. The servant slammed the door shut, contacted Jabya, and then quickly re-opened the door to Obegone. “Hurry,” the servant said. “She’s in the main chamber and eager to meet you.” The main chamber was a large, cave like structure. There was one large, rounded room with a domed roof. Alcoves, like flower petals, branching off the main room. Jabya’s entourage filled the space, drinking and gambling. A long blue carpet stretched away from a dais. Obegone, carrying an alien bouquet and a box of candied frogs, followed the blue carpet until he stood in front of the magnificent creature lying on a couch, Jabya the Hot. The room got suddenly quiet. “Greetings, beautiful Jabya,” said Obegone, holding out the alien flowers and candy. An assistant collected the presents. “Obegone.” Jabya looked down, and rattled her tail. “You got a tail ring,” said Obegone looking at the rattling jeweled bracelets on Jabya’s tail. “It suits you. The gems gleam like your scales.” “Flattery, Obegone? That might have worked a long time ago, if you had called me as you said you would.” Obegone nodded. “It was too dangerous. The evil Empire was looking for me. I didn’t want them going after you too.” Jabya cool demeanor softened slightly. “I can defend myself. You could have come to me for protection.” Jabya smelled the bouquet of alien flowers. They were striped orange and black. Suddenly they turned into Monarch butterflies, fluttering happily about the dank room. “Butterfly shape shifting flowers, you remembered I like them.” Obegone smiled. “Of course. I remember everything about our time together.”Jabya opened the box of candied frogs. She pulled one out and popped it into her mouth. “Yum, this one’s filled with caramel.” Jabya moved over and patted the space on the couch next to her. “Come sit down.” Obegone climbed the stairs of the dais to sit next to Jabya. “Frog?” said Jabya offering the box of candied frogs to Obegone. “No thank you, I’m cutting back on sweets.” “Why have you come, Obegone?” said Jabya. “Does this have something to do with it?” She gestured. A servant pulled back a velvet curtain. Obegone’s jaw dropped. His love, Brun Solow, was frozen, along with Chewy, in a slab displayed against the far wall. Their expressions of shock from the cold were artfully lit. “Come now, Obegone, nothing to say? What do you think of my new decoration?” “Um, nice track lighting.” Jabya threw back her head and laughed. She put her arm around Obegone’s arm. “That’s why I always liked you, you made me laugh.” Jabya looked towards the stage where the magician had stopped performing, his hand midway in pulling a rabbit out of a hat. “Get the band onstage. I want to dance.” She and Obegone danced the night away. Jabya slithered from side to side, while Obegone danced like a disco maniac. When the wee hours of the morning came, Jabya retired for her beauty sleep.