Title: The Blonde Corpse
Characters: Lars PoV, Stella
Rating: M
Summary: Stella is a dud root, and Lars is at his wits end.
Warnings: Stella (as if to ensure that no-one will read this...); Stella hate; mentions of Stella having “sex”; STELLA! Also, death, morbidity.
Author's Notes: I’ve been watching the older vid’s since the new storylines are so shit, and Stella is pissing me off more than ever. Somehow, this emerged.
Word count: 221 words.
Disclaimer: RTL owns AWZ and everything associated with it.



Stella had grown up in the circus, she was a star on the ice and was capable of amazing feats of flexibility, but she lacked the ability to translate these to her nocturnal activities. In bed she possessed no passion, no imagination, nor any desire to ever change this.

Every night she would lie beneath him, corpse-like and unresponsive as a lump of wood, her blue eyes vacant and staring, her thin lips slack and colourless, no matter what he did or what he tried.

Put simply, she was a dud root, and Lars was at his wits end.

At first it had been alright, the lack of sexual prowess overshadowed by her wonderful personality, her talent, her vivacious, sparkly, energetic nature, and the vigour with which she approached life. But slowly he found himself repulsed by her, to the point where touching her made him feel nauseous.

He didn’t want to dislike her, detest her, hate her even, but he did, oh he did.

And so it was that one night while copulating with his blonde corpse, Lars Berger took a knife and stabbed it through her throat, watching in grim satisfaction as it at last drew a response from her, her body writhing in pain, her muscles contracting around him and sending him into spasms of ecstasy.