#matildahunt

[matildahunt-blog]

A Curious Past Encounter

 Matilda had been gone from the shop for a few days. Mostly working on her house or spending time with Brady. She had needed just those few days of bonding and painting.  There was something about spending time with someone working on a project that just made her feel more relaxed.   Matilda walked into the shop early that morning,relieved to see that it was fine. The shop was still in good condition and the baker she had been training was doing fine with the pastries.  As she was about to head into her office she bumped straight into Clary who had been carrying a box of paper cups to refill their stock.  “ Oh goodness, Sorry Clary are you al-” Matilda froze. Her eyes falling on the familiar face of Clary just now with blonde hair. She stared at her confused slowly standing up. She still looked like Clary but now she looked identical to a women Matilda had met during the late 1800′s. She stared at her baffled for a moment before speaking.   “...you dyed your hair...” she said stunned.

@bloodxspice

[kaixmasterson-blog]

@matildahunt

This one hadn’t been that satisfying. A smaller victim and a smaller kill. Someone significant to pass his time. Still, when he was done with his work he was coated in crimson. Staining the front of his cloths and his hands like slick red paint. He had licked some off his fingers just for a taste, but otherwise the victim had lost it in other gruesome manners. He expected his routine to remain the same. Walk in, clean up, and his sister remained clueless. This time, however, he had waltzed in like no one’s business only to be halted by the sight of her fixing up the living room. There he was, practically dripping in his transgressions, and he was close to mucking up the pristine little room.

[bexley-adger-blog]

@matildahunt

It had started out slow. Just a gradual thing like the headaches, but those grew in intensity. Then she got the shakes she couldn’t get rid of for anything, and by the end of that week she had reached the point of wanting to pull her hair out. She couldn’t just call him up and request more, no. He was dead, and Bex was crumbling. She paced up and down in front of the cafe, muttering to herself about how shitty this was and how much she hated small towns and their lack of connections. She was fidgeting, not because she chose to, but because she wanted to keep her hands busy to try and ease some of the trembling. Anything had to be better than this. She just needed it. She needed it like she needed the air in her lungs and the sun to rise in the morning. there was no way around it...

[djohariah-almighty]

Bottle Up And Explode! | Djohariah & Matilda

“Hey- honey?” Djohariah looks around the house, searching for her. It takes about twenty minutes because it’s huge. The last place she tries is her room, and when she cracks the door open and sees her, her heart melts. “Oh-- honey, Tildy honey, what’s wrong?”

[matildahunt-blog]

 Matilda did what she did best. She kept herself busy. Between the fire back home and now what happened at the fair. She was starting to think no place was safe.  She hadn’t been there when it happened. She had been here getting ready for her grand opening. But she heard what happened, she smelt he blood and saw the after math. Was nothing safe in this world anymore? 

 But she put on a sweet smile and greeted her customers. “ Hi, welcome to La Petite Cafe Rouge, can I interest you in the house special? A dark roasted coffee just the way you like it, paired with one of our house made pastries.” She smiled. 

[matildahunt-blog]

@astridxknight

  It was days like today that Matilda just needed a quiet visit to the art museum. She needed to just surround herself with peacefulness and art for hours. To get lost in the beautiful paintings, drawings and statues. She had been at the Galerie d'art de Nightingale for about an hour when she finally ran into someone who seemed to also be admiring the art.  She paused for a moment a familiar sweet scent filling her senses as she was brought back to times before the great war. The smell of paint, canvas, rain and this sweetness. She knew this scent. It was something that teased her senses like nothing she had ever dealt with before.

 She was shaken out of her momentary flashback and her eyes fell on the figure of the young women. “Felicity?” she asked in shock. 

[matildahunt-blog]

@bloodxspice

 Matilda banged on the bathroom door one more time. She could hear a lot of noise in there and after having numerous customers complain about the noise she was getting rather upset. She had just pulled out her keys to unlock the door after having spent a good minute just banging on the door when suddenly the door was yanked open and someone ran past her knocking her over.  “ Excuse you!” She snapped steadying herself and looking for the person but they were already gone. she turned to look into the bathroom and her eyes widened in horror. Clary was there only half dead, so to speak, and bleeding everywhere. She heard a scream but she wasn’t sure if it was from a customer or herself. Everything sounded so far away all of the sudden.  “Ruth! Get the customers out! Call 911!” She ordered as she grabbed some towels quickly and rushed into the bathroom kneeling down by Clary’s side. Her bones were broken in several places and Matilda felt sick to her stomach. A rage boiling inside of her. She was going to make whoever did this pay. No doubt about it. But right now she had to worry about Clary. She could check her camera’s for the culprit later. She kneeled down and carefully moved her to a more comfortable position until the ambulance arrived.  “ Clary, look at me, I need you to stay awake okay? I need you to talk to me.” she said softly as she gently wrapped some of her wounds to protect them from further damage. 

[matildahunt-blog]

Time to Talk

 It had taken her a couple days but she finally tracked the girl down. The one who had attacked Clary. It had taken a couple days because the first day she spent filling out medical paperwork after shutting down her cafe early. The next day she had to deal with a hazmat team cleaning up her bathroom which she had to replace some of the stuff in anyways causing her more paperwork and more money. Needless to say she was rightfully irritated about all this extra work and lose of sales she had been dealing with. She had to cancel a special order for a business who had wanted their coffee for some meeting because her shop was closed. It was frustrating. 

  But here she stood outside Laila’s hotel room with her tablet in hand. The security footage downloaded onto the tablet so she could show Laila her evidence. She had reached out twice already only to be ignored, and  if Laila wasn’t willing to come to Matilda. Then Matilda was going to come to her and try. She really didn’t want to get the police involved anymore then they already where. They always made things messy and right now where waiting on Matilda on whether she was going to press charges for damages or not. She would know after this conversation. Matilda raised her hand and she knocked firmly on the door.  “ I know you are in there Miss Laila. We need to talk. This is a very important matter and avoiding me will not make it any easier on ether of us.” She said. Matilda was always a civil person but she was starting to lose her nerve. She wasn’t here to fight just to talk. If she wanted to fight she would have just broken down the damn door. “ I didn’t do anything wrong the least you can do is talk to me about this.” she pressed on.

@lailarenaud