Muse A is watching their favourite Halloween movie at home one night, unaware that a wizard living a few houses away has had a spell go awry. About twenty minutes into the movie the TV begins to glow and Muse A finds they are inside the movie as their favourite character. They can use their knowledge of this movie to change what happens and become part of the story or let the movie play out in hopes of freeing themselves from the landscape. But if you die in the movie, do you die in real life?
Twist A: Muse B is watching the same movie and hit with the same magic to find they are trapped in the movie too as another character. Can Muse A and Muse B help each other escape the movie magic? What will happen if they are pitted against each other trying to survive long enough to escape?
Twist B: The only way to escape is to die, but it goes against every instinct Muse A has. And then there is the fact that they are the villain, and all these screaming idiots are just too easy to kill.
Twist C: The only way to escape is to die, but this is a kid’s Halloween movie and it seems nearly impossible to die. Hilarious hijinks ensue as the movie Gods find different ways to thwart Muse A and B’s attempts to get killed.
XCOR: [This night was frigid, despite the month, mother nature was moody as Zypher whence he was without what was betwixt a female’s thighs. I walked the street, shoulders hunched against the howling wind flapping both sides of my duster apart. The meeting with the glymera fool had nay gone as planned. He knew naught more of the rumors pertaining the half breed queen. I scowled catching my reflection in a store’s window. The ruined lip, unkempt hair and clothes that looked centuries old only resulted in me resembling the males that lived upon the Caldwell street. I turned form such a sight and carried upon my way, mayhap hand to hand combat would lessen the sour mood]
PAYNE: [Despite my time on this side, rides in automobiles ne’er became old. I stared at the nights running landscape through the tinted car window, a brief memory of my first trip inside a car flashed through my mind momentarily. I could not help the small smile that curved mine lips when thinking of that time in mine life. It had been with Manuel, of course. Sweet destiny, I had been so...so naive to say the least, to so many things. I suppose still was in a way but so much had change...in a good way, of course. The sound of leather seat rubbed a bit against my jean-clad legs as I shifted on the seat of the Mercedes Fritz so expertly maneuvered through the long winding road headed towards the city until finally mine eyes drank in the million twinkling lights of Caldwell right o’er the hill top. Turning my attention to the quiet Chosen beside me, I was surprised to find her subdued rather than with her usual cheerful disposition and became immediately concerned, laying a gentle hand on her arm. ] For one usually ne’er at a loss for words, you seem rather afar...are you well, Layla?
LAYLA: [As she slipped into the cool leather seat of the Mercedes, Layla couldn't help but remember that last time she had traveled to the city. 'Twas a shopping trip with Qhuinn, that went rather well until she had picked up the scent of such a male that made her blood run as hot as coal. She had come forth with the news of her feeding from their enemy, and was left quite abruptly alone in the very car she and her sister were now in. Memories of the bomb and her short span of time spent with Xcor flooded her mind, sending her into quiet contemplation. Her head rested gently against the back of the seat, her petite hands were on her swollen belly as the highway lights casted shadows upon her face beside the window. The soft cadence of Payne's voice roused her from her reverie. Layla turned her head towards her sister and smiled softly.] I am sorry, sister mine. [The excitement of their travels shown through her sisters crystalline eyes, made her own light up with the possibilities that tonight would serve to be a very pleasant trip, indeed.] 'Tis nothing, I promise. Seems I am rather tired as of late, but that shall not be of your concern. One cannot help but be excited when in your company sister. When was the last time you have been to the city?
PAYNE: [In the moving shadows of the car, I could sense there was more behind her words than she led on, green eyes set on the loveliest face spoke half-truths but I would let it go, for now.] Verily you are mine concern. You and mine future nephew or niece and certainly when outside of the compound. [A genuine smile twisted the corners of my lips, truly I was expectant of the new young soon to be added to the family. Heavens knew I loved to spoil the small things.] I do not recall the last time I traveled to the city on pleasure, so this shopping trip shall do the both of us good.] My cheeks tinted crimson, I thanked the stars it was dark inside the Mercedes when I thought of that long ago shopping trip to that adult toy store Bella had been so kind to introduced me too...fates, the Chosen Layla would have to be given mouth to mouth resuscitation if ever introduced to ‘The Pink Carousel’ down on 5th. Just then the Mercedes coasted to a stop in front of a brightly lit strip mall with dozens of stores and cafes on either side. “I shall return for you mistresses afore the shops close.” Thanking Fritz, I stepped out of the car first, my eyes ever watchful, my natural tendency to be on alert always on the surface.]
XCOR: [I walked for miles, ne'er seeing or seeing one lesser. My mood choked me, wanting the fight and for once naught one came to me. I glanced up and found myself in a highly populated part of town. Bright lights, store windows adorned with nik naks humans fawned over themselves to buy. I sneered, shifted on my boots to turn to head in the opposite direction when a scent caught my nose. Halted me dead in my tracks... nay.. it couldnae be her? Every fibre of my being woke up in a great rush until I felt as if touched by the scribe herself. Casting a dark gaze in and around the humans, trailing past them all nary giving them a second thought... she was here somewhere, the blood in mine veins was humming with her presence.... a sparkle of blonde hair in the distance... ahh... Layla. My visceral reaction was to storm through the throng of people and command her to return home, was nay safe for one such as she to be out alone. More than obvious she was nay with a warrior... yet then my eyes strayed upon the dark haired female at her side, guiding my chosen, chatting with a smile upon her face... but e'er watchful. Indeed, my chosen had a brotherhood guide after all. And this one I knew. Her stature alone would have gave her away, until I caught sight of her eyes. White as fresh fallen snow. Was it not this female who had broken the news to me that the bloodletter was nay the father I had always thought him to be... aye... my eyes narrowed to dark slits... shifting my body back out of sight but ne'er leaving that of the chosen until they entered a store front decorated in feminine undergarments...I followed at a slower pace. Intent to keeping an eye on both females... for very different reasons]
LAYLA: [Both Layla and Payne exited the vehicle with ease...well, as much ease as she could muster while carrying the extra weight of her young so close to her center of gravity. Once she was standing her full height, Layla inhaled deeply through her nose and smiled at the warmth in the air. Gone were the nights of the harsh cold winter and in their place were eve's that allowed for her to wear naught but a thin pair of pants and a sleeveless blouse. They linked arms and began walking along the shops until Payne's eyes lit up before a lingerie shop. Layla smiled and pulled her towards the door.] Verily sister mine, we need to browse herein for a bit, don't you think? [They both paused and she felt a small sense of unease when her sisters eyes roamed carefully over the throws of people surrounding them on the sidewalk. Her heartbeat rose as memories of who she had spotted when last shopping with Qhuinn, but she quickly quenched the thoughts knowing that the warrior would not appear again, even if her heart had willed it to happen.]
PAYNE: [A sense of foreboding traced icy fingers up my spine, I nodded to Layla before scanning the area and heading into the shop. Once inside I could not shake off the apprehension that almost had me leading the Chosen directly back to the Mercedes, except when she tugged at my arm I glanced down at her beatific smile and opted not to spoil our evening. It was not often we spent time together and asides it wasn't as if I was without weapon. So I pushed down my edginess and relaxed a little, a warm smile on my lips.] This place is...is so PINK! And such beautiful garments or 'cute' as Bella would say.] We walked around the store oooing and aaaing and even giggling over some of the more risque items Layla insisted I purchase.] Verily, sister Manuel will thank thee. Oh, look at these. Mayhap you should try a few to see which would look best. Anything over the robes and Qhuinn's over-sized shirts you have been living in. Here. [I handed Layla several sleepshirts in different sizes and colors, with sayings on the front in bold letters: 'Nite Life' 'Angel' 'Love', all perfect for her.] Go on, the fitting cubicles are on the far left corner of the store. I shall return with more colors for your choosing, yes?
XCOR: [I didnae give it a seconds thought when I entered the brightly lit store front with its decadently designed feminine regalia where'er the eye landed. Yet my gaze didnae pause on the frilly whatnots. Whence I saw the daughter of the bloodletter turn right I went left, my gait strong as I followed the scent of the chosen,nay e'en sure what I was doing, yet an unearthly pull kept my feet walking in a bold stride until I was in distance of the female, following behind as she entered the small cubicle carrying an armful of items. The deadly silence upon mine back from my lady scythe only served to unnerve me further. One last gaze over my shoulder checking the dark haired female and I was faced with the blonde angel… the hum in my veins intensified until it was all I heard. Madness, aye… I frowned seeing the look on the chosen’s face when she spied me in the wall of mirrors… dipping my head to hide from the glaring lights. whence we had seen each other afore, it was always beneath the darkness of night. I filled up the cubicle but felt no stir to leave. I found myself scowling, the urge to protect this female and her growing young, eyes drifted to her rounded belly… a growl left my throat] why is your primale not protecting you again, chosen?
LAYLA: [Gasping, she whipped around and came face to face with Xcor. She froze and simply stared at him while he attempted to hide his face, but then turned to her. Dearest Virgin in the Fade, had he been following her and her sister? And into such a feminine store? The handful of items were crushed to her chest as if to cover herself, although she was still fully clothed. The growl that grew in his chest as his eyes fell upon her swollen belly should have frightened her, but did not. It only made her blood run hot and her heart speed up a few dozen notches. It was a few moments before she gathered her thoughts.] Xcor! Whatever are you doing herein? Did anyone see you? This is the females dressing room! [Her chin was up and firm. She had not answered his direct question, but verily 'twas not of his concern. Her brows knitted over her clear green eyes when a bit of anger grew within her. Why did he seem so concerned with the Primale? He still had not answered her and she began to grow even more disturbed.] Well?
XCOR: Aye, I know where it is, chosen. Do not think me stupid either that you have nay answered my question [An irrational tick began its heavy beat upon my jaw. She was beauty itself, and also maddening. I chose to answer her, afore her eyes widened any further with shock] I am not invisible, female, I assume I was seen by many humans, aye. If you mean by your female companion, nay, she did not lay eyes upon me. [The brotherhood had known this chosen had been in my care for days not so long ago, no doubt they called it kidnapping, and in such regard I wondered why e’er they allowed her to roam free once more. The Primale truly was less of a male to let his pregnant female out alone, even escorted with the bloodletter’s kin. I reasoned it was nay my business where or what she did or with whom, her rounded belly said she was nay an innocent after all…. but the tick of annoyance weighed heavy upon me. To make amends for what I had caused many months ago, mayhap? I shifted, the small confines of the room growing e’er smaller seemingly to bewilder us both. The scent of her was intoxicating, a struggle nay to lean down to her blond hair and inhale] you…[I cleared the gruffness from my voice] you and your young are well, chosen? [I needed to know if she had had any lasting damage to that fateful night of the bombing, a regret I would carry unto the fade]
LAYLA: [Layla's chin rose even higher when he seemed to be annoyed with her in having not answered his question. Her hands dropped causing the clothes to pool onto the floor and exposing her complete pregnant self. His question on her well being softened the edges a bit. Did he truly care for her, or was he only worried o'er the Brotherhood since the accident? Her brows furrowed questioningly as he continued to look upon her so intently.] Yes, warrior. I am very well, thank you. The young 'tis strong and e'er kicking her mahmen. [She wondered if she had just spoken too much, but let the worry go as quickly as she had let go of the clothes. Seeing his face clearly, for the first time, had her aching to reach out and touch his scarred lip. Dearest Scribe, they were already in such a confined space. Would it be so terribly wrong for her to act on her feelings? She knew not if he would ever be so near again and decided to throw caution to the wind, as they say. Closing the small space between them, Layla slowly reached up and brushed her slender fingers over his lips.] Thank you for allowing me to truly see you.
PAYNE: [The sales associate’s chatter was incessant once she had managed to corner me in between the braziers and the body sprays. “You must try this one!” She said covering me in some floral perfume. One whiff and I was sneezing. “Okay maybe not, you seem more like the earthy type scents. How about this one? Your eyes are so cool, where can I get those contacts?” More spraying, my eyes began to water and I waved my hand in front of my face to disperse the air hoping she would notice my surrender.] Enough please. Thank you so much, you have helped… [My smile wavered, mood plummeting to my toes in an instant when above the cloud of lingering perfumes my nose deciphered another peculiar yet familiar scent that had not been there afore. "What the...it's freezing in here! I think Nancy turned down the air..." The chill she felt was all me but she was oblivious as we went our separate ways and I approached the fitting room with caution. My body tense, coiled like a spring as a rumbled male voice followed by Layla's caused me to immediately unsheathe mine dagger from the small of my back. Through a visible sliver of drawn curtain, I could make out the form of a broad shoulder male and a bulk of some sort across his back, as if hiding something within...a weapon mayhap but it was his accent that had me riveted when clarity dawned on me with a punch to my gut and I realized who it was, my reaction immediate. Shoving the partition to the side, I was momentarily puzzled when seeing the Chosen abruptly drop her hand in...mid caress? and blush like mad, stepping away seemingly unharmed. Odd but no time to waste I wrapped my fist deep into the back of the male’s hair and yanked hard pressing my dagger tip to his jugular, my voice a deadly rasp by his ear.] Verily, I do not think pink suits you, bastard.
XCOR: [My grimace for the chosen almost touching my ugly face turned to that of disdain seeing the reflection in the mirror of the bloodletters daughter. Mayhap the female retook her lessons on stealth manoeuvre for her arrival was clumsy at best. Shock registered on the lovely blondes face.... It caused a gnaw in my chest to know she was embarrassed. Aye... To be seen with me, I couldnae hold blame towards her. I transferred my bulk, turning a slashed sneer upon the female with the whitest eyes, ne'er expecting to be face to face with her again. Our long since association was not pleasant yet I wished no harm to befall her. I removed her hand, assessing her with shrewdness, she was skilled with a blade, and sure she would have used her weapon against me, I wondered then why she did not. Two of my fingers touched the blade moving it idly, taking one slight step in that tiny room that had just become e'er smaller, in front of the chosen, telling myself it was only because she was with young and needed protecting from the trigger temper of her companion... No other reason, aye.... ] I go by Xcor, Payne, daughter of the fearsome warrior Bloodletter... Mayhap you use it, aye... Afore I forgot you are the weaker sex and show you what your little knife can do. [there was no noise from my Lady scythe, a deep frown etched across my face, it caused me worry, so used to the usual hum for the fight she had ne'er let me down all these decades, why now was my beauty silent and forsaken that in which I had always known... I cast a blue gaze upon Layla, silent in the corner, her lovely green eyes darting between us... ] "hello.... Is everything alright in there?" [a shrill voice from outside the cubicle came through clear] "you all can't be in there, it's a dressing room not a.... " [that same voice tapered off, annoyed yet another person was interrupting my speaking with the chosen, my gruff tone joined that with both females and we answered in unison] Yes! [The posturing from the bloodletters offspring didnae go unnoticed, my tone was even... Curious..] of all the dressings rooms in all the world you happen to walk into mine... [was that a grin from the chosen? I kept eyes on the female warrior so couldnae be sure] mayhap you enjoyed our meeting long again and yearn for such again, aye?
PAYNE: The LAST thing we need is to create a scene herein! [A hiss, I whispered as low as I could, my silver eyes narrowed to his blue ones when I caught a glimpse of Layla behind Xcor. Not a hint of terror, nor a trace of fear marked her features. If anything, she tried badly to hide her amusement at his words. Was I missing something? I looked upon his face again, a scowl marred my features when I spoke words dripped in contempt.] Mayhap I shall cut off your balls so as to show how weak I am. Verily, you bore me with your commentary. [The air snapped with tension, the underlining of something else licked around the edges and I did not like it even though I had lowered my blade at this point. Briefly I recalled my last meet with Xcor. How no harm had befallen me, how he had even seemed embarrassed after finding out from my mouth he was not to be the Bloodletters son but deceived throughout his life. It had been an eye-opening encounter for both, yet I had eventually been delivered from harms way....but now as I stood face to face with him again, my fist tightening on the hilt of my dagger, it seemed different. My eyes swept over his stance, the way he stood shielding me away from the Chosen as if I was the one she was in danger from and she...Layla was none too concerned with the giant of a male that stood afore her protectively, if anything she looked almost welcoming of his attentions. Her features flushed, her hands clutched over her heart as if trying to keep it in the cage of her chest....what the fu....] Layla, come. [I ushered the Chosen to my side, the pitch in my voice more commanding than I meant to. Sweet destiny, I was perplexed at their behavior and getting highly annoyed the more time we spent in such close proximity. When Layla shuffled around without so much as batting an eyelash or actually moving, I had to breathe in all the air in the small vicinity to keep from shouting my lungs out.] I do not believe you mean to harm us, do you Xcor? Mayhap, you made a mistake and were just...leaving, yes? YES?
XCOR: [I looked at the female with a sense of boding perplexity and one of irritation. What kind of training was she receiving from the blind king if she couldnae recognize I was nay threat to the chosen. I scoffed and scowled, eyeing her sternly. Such a pity she had nay been raised with the bloodletter, she would have been a supreme fighter. I was out of patience and could sense the chosen behind me was uncomfortable by such a scene. I turned towards her, keeping the dark haired female in my peripheral as I addressed her] run along, and be a good girl, I shall be having words with Layla afore I take my leave. [when no one moved an inch I cursed scowling deeper] "sir! You cannot be in the ladies changing area, I must ask you to leave before I call my manager" [again the irritation from outside sounded. With no care I bodily moved Payne out of the way and yanked the flimsy curtain back to glare at the petite woman] woman, your voice is shrill and annoying, kindly move away from mine ears. As you can see my companions and I are not doing as you would say hanky or panky, aye? [it seemed as if the scribe herself was putting obstacles in my way of speaking with her daughter. Just as well, I was growing soft around her, I needed my focus back on what was important, my entire mission of being in Caldwell.] needs must depart, chosen. We will meet anon... one day, aye. You and your young be well. [shrewd blue gaze switched to the female who looked so much alike the male I had once thought of as mine own father, voice a stark veiled threat] you will guard this chosen as if she is carrying the secret to the fountain of youth. in her back pocket, I will hear of it if you do not. [a slight sneer, not unimpressed by how she stood up to me, not even Balthazar was foolish enough to do so] until the next time whence we meet... Mayhap your skills for combat will have improved then, aye? [a last look upon the chosen, the ache in my chest and the silence from my scythe equally worry some. I was out of the tight space, through the store giving a last scowl to that dullard clerk and back into the night. To fight and to hunt and to forget this foolish obsession with the blonde]
LAYLA: [The confrontation between the two had Layla on pins and needles, though she managed to maintain a calm facade, or so she thought. She even tried to hide the humor she found in Xcor's comments to her beloved sister. Worry filled her head briefly as Payne's eyes darted between her and the warrior, but kept her composure. Verily, she would no doubt be addressing many a question on the drive home. Truth be told, she was both relieved and saddened at the same time to have been interrupted in their time alone. Layla didn't trust herself around Xcor. Her heart pounded in her chest at the mere scent of him filling the cubicle. The words that transpired between the two were thankfully lacking in death threats, and she found herself breathing a sigh of relief until the male turned to her and said his goodbyes. With a small smile, Layla bowed her head out of habit and watched as his large body exited the small space, then turned her eyes back to those of her sister.] I beg for your forgiveness in my lack of regard for mine own safety. I shall leave these garments here and we can take our leave sister mine.
PAYNE: [Mayhap I counted to ten. Mayhap ten thousand for furious did not begin to cover how I felt upon the curtains falling back leaving Layla and I alone in the dressing room. I wanted to go after Xcor. I wanted to confront him and demand what was to be his purpose and to leave mine family be. To leave Caldwell and ne'er return for whatever his reasons were, it would only end in bloodshed, war. And within our own race at that! It was senseless and it needed to end except my priority was Layla and I could not leave her without escort, so there I stayed while everything in me screamed to go, go, GO. It was not so much his ridiculous jabs at my ability as a fighter that boiled my anger, for he had seen afore what my fists alone could do to our enemy but more his lack of...of care. His 'give a shit', pardon my French as my Queen would say, seemed to have taken a leave of absence along with his scruples. Correction, he did care but it was apparent his aim was not for his own safety but for a certain green eyed Chosen whose cheeks had tinted to a deep rose color. By fate, what had just transpired? Layla's soft voice cut through my rage, I stilled sheathing my weapon and met her gaze. My anger I masked with a perplexity I could only hold so much though my stance clearly gave way when my hands landed on my hips and my brows drew down in perfect arches. Ample time we had spent together on this side not to mention the hundreds of years within the Sanctuary where it was suffice to say, she knew well enough to see through my facade.] There is naught to forgive. However curious I am because I assure you, sister, I am, I shall not ply you with questions herein. [My words clipped, for I wanted us out of there as soon as it was possible. One unwanted visitor was enough to my liking. We shall take our leave. For the safety of you and your unborn young, our trip is indeed over. [Not long after, we gathered our things and much to the chagrin of the sales clerk, exited the store without a purchase in hand. Thankfully, the slick black Mercedes stood parked at the curb we had left earlier its motor purred like a panther, where Fritz awaited our return with a joyous smile that faltered as we drew closer. "Is everything alright, madame?" At his query, Layla met my leveled gaze before averting her eyes, the blush on her cheeks quite obvious before mumbling a yes to the doggen and slipping quietly into the back seat. Call it what one will but my intuition ne'er failed. Secrets swam within the green pools of her eyes and although the drive home was spent in silence, one name seemed to hang in the air betwixt us: Xcor. Indeed, I had many a question including who I was to report this incident to...Wrath? Qhuinn? I sighed, rubbing my face with both hands. Fates, either choice was bound to erupt to volcanic proportions but as the Chosen’s soft snore sounded, I looked over at her sleeping form, her hands protective laid on her belly and decided to let things be...for now.] #UnmaskedDeceit
@FatedHybridSD -He pulled up adrenaline pumping he seriously wanted to kick some ass finally or least piss the originals off. Getting off the bike he went up to the door rang the bell, bag in hand. Looks around wondering what the fuck Kol and Bekah were up to.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD -Hand gripped the crystal glass as he herd the bell, opening the door liquor still on his lips as he stepped aside to invite him in. The mixture of alcohol and blow was not having much effect yet. But he had plenty more where that came from- Hey, you ready to get some pay back finally?
@FatedHybridSD -Walks in smelling the booze, studies Tyler.- Yeah man you know I'm down I want them to learn they can't fuck with us without repercussions. What do you have in mind. -Drops the bag on the floor crossing arms over his chest.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD -He glanced back at Jere tossing back the rest of his drink before setting the glass back down next to mirror covered in lines of blow. Rolling a bill he leaned over snorting a line wiping the rest rubbing it over his gums.- I'm thinking we lite this shit up. -half grin handing Jere the rolled up bill between two fingers- Need a boost man?
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD -Watching with concern, since when did Tyler use coke. Fuck he was tempted, his deal had been pills but that rush and numbness it broke he missed it. If he didn't do this Tyler would think he was weak though. Taking the bill.- Just one man we need to stay sharp. -Jere's desire to attack Ty was messing with his train of thought as well. Fighting against it he bent over snorting the line. Wiping away the dust. Snorts again.- Dude let's get @BrokenProdigyB in on this. That way if they do show we'll have an edge. I didn't want to leave Dr. Fell without protection she's got he stake.
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD -Watching he didn't really think Jere would take it so well. Tossing back another drink as the high began to take off the sharp edge of torment.- You left it with her? Well I guess we don't have a damn choice now do we? -sharp look at him- But it will be funny to see their faces when they see their precious mansion burning to the ground. -taking the bill snorting up another line before looking up- Call her. @BrokenProdigyB
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB Man slow down on that shit. -Takes his phone out dialing up Bonnie, he was tense but the drug was starting to let him relax and feel good.-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD -picks up the phone without looking at the caller id- Hello @FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -Clears throat.- Bonnie, it's me. Tyler and I need your help. Little warning to the originals.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD A little warning to the Originals? How little?@FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD -Chuckles- We're gonna burn Klaus's mansion down then we'll go after Rebekah's later.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD As insane as that sounds I actually like it@FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD Hey we need to let them know it's on now. They attack us we will go after them. Their divided right now best way to keep them off balance till we can catch them alone and kill them.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD You are still aware that we can't kill KLaus yet right.. @FatedHybridSD
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHunterSD -he was a little pissed that Jere thought he could tell him to "slow down" this was his house and he knew what the hell he was doing. Leaning against the wall he listened impatiently to the call-
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD Yeah Bonnie I know. But Kol attacked Meredith and Klaus killed Ty's mom. I say let the payback begin.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD Ok, I'm in @FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD You at your house? I really don't want to have to fight with your Mom and Dad to get you out of there.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD Yea.. they aren't home. But I should leave before they decide to come back @FatedHybridSD
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHunterSD Just tell her to get her damn ass over here already.
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD On our way. -Hang's up tucking the phone his his pocket, looks at Tyler.- She's in. -Moves to pick up his bag.- Dude we got to go pick her up beside's less you got gas here?
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -hand grasped at Jere's shirt as the anger flared in his eyes. Shoving him against the wall, more pissed as the picture of his mom came crashing down and glass shattered. Pupils blown as he stared him down.- First don't ever try and tell me what to do in my house. Second I have everything here. -shoves his hand away kneeling down picked up the picture brushing off the glass, set it on the table- Now lets fucking go.
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -Jere was surprise at the attack but it set him off. As Tyler knelt down Jeremy kicked him in the gut. sick as hell of people under estimating him. Tackling Tyler to the marble floor. Forearm pressed into his throat. Through clenched teeth.- Look dick, we're on the same side but fucking with me will only bring out the urge for me to kill you. Your immortal to a point but I've already killed a hybrid, want to test me?
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -The blow to his gut caught him off guard, back hitting the cool marble floor as he glared up at Jere- Well, excuse the fuck out of me. But I think we both have issues. So how about you get the fuck up and we put the petty shit aside and do what we set out to do?
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -Tyler was still a dick, guess the phase with Care didn't last long. Jeremy never said a word he just got up
offering Tyler his hand.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -Sucking it up he gripped Jere's hand standing and headed for the door- So she's down? I can't wait to see this shit. -digging the keys out of his pocket-
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -Picks up his bag following Tyler out getting into the car.- Yeah man let's just try not to get killed.
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD -starting up the car backing out and heading out to@BrokenProdigyB - I think you should be more worried about Bonnie and the others, but thanks. -snorting back the drip caused by the blow-
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB Bonnie is.. -He cared about her much more than he ever let on.- stronger than both of us. But I won't be taking any chances with her life. -As they pull up he get's out and walks up the steps to knock on the door.-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD -hearing the doorbell I get up and goes to open it- Well you two took long enough @FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB Yeah sorry Tyler and I had... /issues/ you sure your up for this? -Turns walking back down the steps.-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD Issues. -looks between them while heading out to the car- Hm @FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -Opens the door for her so she can sit in the middle of them. Jere was high now the coke had kicked in. He looked down into those eyes of her's and forgot he wasn't suppose to touch. Hand came up cupped her cheek face revealing some of those feelings he always held back.- You don't have to do this babe, only if you want.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD -Gets in the car and settles between them- Hello@FatedHybridSD -She then turned her attention back to Jer tilting her head some as she listened to him. A small smile formed on her face.- I know. I want to
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHunterSD Hey, Bonnie been a while. -he was focused on the task at hand for the moment. Pulling out the drive and heading for the mansion- Glad your in with us on this. I want to see the shit burn.
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -Jere smiled back at her kinda dopey looking, then turned his head to look out the window.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -Pulling up on the mansion all the lights off save the porch light. Cutting off the lights and engine as the car rolls to a stop on the curb of the drive- Ready to do this shit? -opening the door getting out-
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB Yeah. -Get's out looking over the place over.-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD @FatedHybridSD I assume those bags have gasoline.
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHunterSD Thought you didn't need gas, Bonnie? But yeah I got gas can's in the trunk. -pops the trunk and pulls out three gas cans- Lets light this bitch. -starts walking towards the mansion-
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB Think this place has an alarm? We could break in and just turn the water on everywhere... -Glances at Bonnie-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD water, has not to picky. And I highly doubt he has an alarm @FatedHybridSD
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHunterSD I'm down. -dumps the gas can out on the porch for good measure. Busts a window thinking damn that felt good. Unlocks it lifting it hops through and unlocks the door opening it with a wicked grin-Now who's a dick?
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -Rolls eyes at Tyler picks up one of the gas can's walking inside and going begins to pour a trail through the parlor and down the hall. Splashing the tapestries and curtains.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -goes through turning on all the faucets stopping up the drains.-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHybridSD -getting out of the car I walk into the Manor, leaning against the door as I wait for you both to finish @FatedHunterSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD -Coming back walks out with Tyler.- Okay we're good to go.
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -walks out behind Jere- Light er up Bon. We're gonna have a hell of a bonfire. -leans against the hood-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD @FatedHybridSD -moving away from the wall she tilted her head deciding to start with the couch. She focused on it and watched as it lit up.The fire quickly spread over to the window and she moved away, towards the kitchen.Seeing the sink was full of water she used that to fill the pipes up until it busted and each drop of water she turned into fire.
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD -Couch lite up and the flames licked spreading out hungrily expanding with the fuel used. Jere glanced at her worried then put his hand up stepping back as the rush of heat and fire filled the house. He reached for her hand tugging her back away from the place.- We need to go before someone see's us.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD -She was getting mesmerized by the fire barely hearing Jer's words. @FatedHybridSD
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -jumping back behind the wheel he started the car- Come on Bonnie Jere's right we should get out of here.
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -He didn't like how she was acting, he moved to block her line of sight to the house. Tipping up her chin we gotta go Bonnie. Please come with me.
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB - he didn't want to draw unnssarry attention. Pushing the button to roll down the window- Bonnie we gotta get out of here now.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD Seeing Jer she blinked then glanced at the house then back at the car.- Yea.. lets go. -she turned and went to get in the car- @FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD @BrokenProdigyB -Opening the door for her then getting in. The place was an inferno now. Jere looked at it with a sense of forebode. They were in a all out war now, he just hoped no one he loved got in the crossfire.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -he pulled off the curb once they were back in the car. Glancing over at Bonnie- you okay?
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHybridSD @FatedHunterSD Yea, I'm fine
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD Let's get her home.
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -silent drive rounding the corner he stopped the car in front of Bonnie's place. - Thanks for helping Bonnie.
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD I'm sitting right here Jeremy @FatedHybridSD
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD -Looks at Bonnie distracted his mind was lost on her and the magic. He should have not asked her to help.- I know, I'm sorry. -Getting out of the car.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB -feeling kinda like a third wheel he just kept his damn mouth shut till they were done talking-
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD @FatedHybridSD -Getting out of the car she looked around not seeing her parents car. She turned back to Jer- I said I'm fine
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD -Eyes on hers.- Would you tell me if you weren't?
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD @FatedHybridSD -nods- You know I would
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHybridSD -Nods- Okay call if you need me. Goodnight
Bonnie Bennett @BrokenProdigyB
@FatedHunterSD @FatedHybridSD Goodnight Jer. Night Tyler
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@BrokenProdigyB @FatedHunterSD -nodding- Night Bonnie. -taking back off parking once they got to his place getting out- I still don't think they got everything that's coming. This is only the beginning.
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD -Getting out.- Yeah they need to know we're done being pushed around. Either they stop with the crap or we put them down. But Klaus... we're going to have to find a way to either make him human or contain him somehow.
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD Well I know everyone was hoping to find this cure. Cram that down his throat would be nice. But you're right. He needs to be put on a leash. Shits gone way to far for to long.
Jeremy Gilbert @FatedHunterSD
@FatedHybridSD -Reaches in grabbing his bag and helmet.- Yeah man I know, watch your back. And you should ask Bonnie to revoke Klaus' invitation to your house. Call me if you need anything. -Walks over to the bike getting on.-
Tyler Lockwood @FatedHybridSD
@FatedHunterSD I'll talk to her about that tomorrow. Watch your ass man.-turns heading in to the house-
Jared Sterling ™ @JaredSterlingSD
@FatedHybridSD @FatedHunterSD @BrokenProdigyB@RebekahDevious @Original_Fam -He'd been called out in the wee hours of the morning for a house fire. No occupants had been home least that's what the arson investigators believed. The mansion was owned by a a wealthy family. Jared was being brought up to speed by Sheriff Forbes. He listened with growing interest. This was the vampire family they'd contracted @MollyPinkrtn_SD to look into and it was no accident. Gas cans had been found on scene. someone had been trying to send a message. But the question was who. He already knew why. They could pull prints from the cans.-
Viola: “What’s with all the ladies jumping in front of me and keeping me from where I want to go? Jealous much?”
Olivia: “I seek Sienna.”
Sienna: “Me?”
Olivia: “Yes, you. I’m Olivia,”
Viola: “Have fun girls, I’m needed elsewhere.”
Sienna: “I recognize you, Wrath loves you, I think.”
Olivia: “How’s my darling boy doing?”
Sienn: Wrath purred like a kitten. “He’s, uh, good.”
Olivia: “I’m glad. He really is a sweetheart, isn’t he?”
Sienna: Wrath? The demon rolled to his back, kicked up his legs and shook as great tides of rapture swept over him.
Olivia: “Let’s you and me chat later, all right? Aeron sent me to find you. He wanted to speak to you himself, but he can’t see you and conversing with the woman who has his Wrath through a third party would be a little too painful. Maybe one day. But I digress. He’s ready to leave this castle and hunt for Legion, but won’t because Paris is about to have an aneurism. At least, that’s what Aeron said, and he thinks you’re the only one who can calm his boy down.”
Sienna: “Where is he?”
Olivia: “Just follow the trail Viola blazed.”
Sienna: Flying through the open doorway and once again stopping dead in my tracks. A group of the warriors and their mates stood under a banner that said only INTERVENTION in big block letters. They each held a piece of paper. Viola had taken her place in the center, shifting eagerly, ready to say her piece. My gaze locked on the warrior named Aeron, the man who’d once hosted Wrath. Seeing him, Wrath went crazy inside my head. Paris stood in front of the group, his back to me, his hands were fisted. Anya was reading her letter out loud. “—you’re okay, I guess. I mean, if Lucien says you’re good people, you’re good people. I think you’ve got a really hot body with a lot of delicious brawn and sinew, and even though I wouldn’t do you without having an emergency medical exam afterward, a lot of women with low self-esteem would totally hit that.”
Lucien: “Anya,”
Paris: “Enough,”
Viola: “My turn,”
Sienna: Ouch. My lover’s friends had hosted an intervention to get me out of his life. “Paris,” I said, doing her best to mask my hurt. “Come up to the roof with me, I need to practice my flying. No need to worry about the vines there. The gargoyles eat the walls clean, and William’s blood is on the outer rail, I checked, so the shadows won’t bother us, either.”
Paris: “My friends are… They need…”
Sienna: “No, they don’t. You are not going to be mad at them over this.”
Paris: “Yes, I am.”
Sienna: “Paris, I’m not offended by this.” She was destroyed. “Now come here. I need a cheerleader, and I’m thinking you’ll look great in a skirt, holding poms.” He didn’t crack a smile. That unholy, malevolent rage still held him in a tight grip. So, really, there was only one other thing do to. “Catch me,” I said, sprinting to him. He would never forgive himself if he fought his loved ones.
Paris: “No, don’t come near me while I’m like…this. Humph.”
Sienna: “If you hurt them, you’ll get blood on my castle walls—well, more blood, and I’ll be very upset.” Only once before had she ever tried to use feminine wiles, and that had been the first time they met. Now she lifted her head just enough for him to see her face, and batted her lashes. “Please come to the roof with me. Please.”
Lucien: “I think we just made a huge mistake,”
Paris: The moment I stepped onto the roof I sensed the evil waiting to attack. Thanks to William’s blood, the shadows couldn’t get inside the castle or pass the rail, just as Sienna had said, but what waited for me wasn’t exactly a shadow. I maneuvered Sienna to her feet and behind me. A man stood before me, shrouded by the black, the mist like a veil in front of him. Shadow Man laughed, the sound all creepiness and no joy. “I know what you wonder. I can bypass the blood, yes. And I will if I must. My phantoms feed from the immortals, and that is payment rendered for their stay. Yet now you house the Lord of the Dark, their enemy, and keep my boys from their due. That is unacceptable.” Shadowguy said. “Your phantoms aren’t feeding on my friends.” I replied. “Other arrangements must be made, or I will force you out of my realm. You will not like my methods, I assure you.” There was a time for physical confrontation, and a time for bargaining. “What else would they like to eat?” “Immortals.” Clipped, angry. “Only immortals.” “Then we’ve got a problem.” I inched backward, edging Sienna to the door. Shadow Man lurched forward, that dark mist stretching and gliding like wings. I swung the flashlight, my thumb flipping the on switch. White light cut through the darkness, but just before reaching my opponent, the man rolled through the air and out of the way. “That all you got? Huh?” I taunted “If I showed you what I’ve got, it would be the last thing you ever saw.” “Prove it.” Like that, we were on each other. Finally, contact. When the light sliced through one of Shadow Man’s legs, there was a sizzle, a rise of steam, and the big guy released a firing-squad shout. One of those dark wings whipped out and hit hmy arm with so much force the flashlight flew from my grip. Not mist, after all. Then that big body engulfed me, closing around me. Screams, thousands upon thousands of screams, echoed around me. So loud my eardrums burst and warm blood poured down my lobes. Another firing-squad shout sounded, and the darkness instantly lifted from me. Took me a moment to orient myself, and what I saw made him want to vomit. Shadow Man was a few feet away, and Sienna was holding him off with the flashlight. Their mouths were moving, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Until…boom, my eardrums healed and the volume came back on in an explosion of noise.
Sienna: “—how many would you be willing to settle for…consuming?” “Five. A day.” Shadow Man replied. “They never got five before! One, A week.” “Three. A day.” “Three. A week.”
A moment of silence before Shadow Man nodded. “Agreed. First payment must be given today.” “Yes, but only if all of us—the Lords, their loved ones, the babies, the immortals, me—are safe, no matter where we go in this realm or what we do.” Another moment of silence, another nod. “And so the deal is made. But best you hurry, female. I might change my mind before the first payment is delivered.” Shadow Man said and with that, the black mist thinned, broke apart and disappeared altogether.
Paris: Sienna rushed to my side and sank to her knees, patting me down, checking for injuries.
Sienna: “Are you okay?”
Paris I hung my head. I hadn’t saved her, hadn’t helped her. She’d had to save him. She’d had to help him. I’d let her down in so many ways. What kind of warrior was I? “I’m sorry, baby.”
Sienna: “What? Why?”
Paris: “I let you down. You could have been hurt.”
Sienna: “Paris, you’ve never let me down,”
Paris: “Stay here for me, okay? I’ve got to tell Lucien to find us three acceptable, uh, meals.”
Sienna: “They don’t have to be immortal, He finally admitted that immortals taste better, but anyone will do. Who are—”
Sienna: “Don’t you worry about that. In fact, why don’t you go to our room instead of staying here? I’ll join you in a bit. Okay?”
Paris: “We’ll talk about the intervention later. Right now I need you to do something.”
I explained what he needed, and the warrior was Johnny-on-the-spot, disappearing and returning a few minutes later with a Hunter clutched in each hand. Humans were easier to transport than immortals. We approached the edge and looked down. A whole lot of airtime before reaching the rocky, blood-soaked ground. Whatever. I still wasn’t gonna feel bad. Drop them, a disembodied voice I now recognized said on a sudden wind. We shared a moment of oh, shit before shoving them over. Shadows immediately darted from the sky, surrounding the men, catching them, and then devouring them. Screams, more pain-filled than the ones I’d heard while inside Shadow Man, rent the night. Then, silence. And so the deal is sealed, another wind proclaimed. You are safe. For now. “Thanks,” I said to Lucien.
Lucien: “Of course. Listen. I am sorry about what happened, and I will talk to the others. I’ve never liked what we were doing to you, how we were pushing you, and I’ll make sure your woman is respected. She’s who you want, she’s who you’ll get.”
Paris: “Thanks,” Lucien drilled a hand on my shoulder, a love pat with more strength than he probably realized, before taking off. As he exited, Sienna entered.
Sienna: “Hey,”
Paris: “Hey,” I replied. Trepidation, foreboding, yeah, I felt them.
Sienna: “So the toll’s been paid?”
Paris: I nodded mutely.
Sienna: “Good. I saw their sins. Those men were awful, had done terrible things. Wrath wanted a go at them.”
Paris: That was it? That was her response? She wasn’t going to question me, castigate me? Was just going to accept? “I love you,” I said. Couldn’t hold the words back. There was no hiding the truth any longer, not even from Myself.
Sienna: “I—I…”
Paris: “No, don’t say anything. Just come here. Let’s practice your flying, okay?”
Sienna: “O-okay.”
Paris: She loved me back; she had to love me back. If she didn’t, I would seduce her, romance her and woo her until she did. Most important battle of my life. I set her away from him, and they spent the next few hours working on extending her wings properly and quickly enough, as well as getting her feet off the ground. Having never flown myself, I repeated the things Aeron had told me, the things I’d learned simply from watching the warrior.
Zacharel: “She’ll never learn to sustain flight like that.”
Paris: “What do you suggest?”
Zacharel: “I can only teach her the way I was taught. She must stand at the edge of the roof and spread her wings as far as she can get them.”
Sienna: “What if I fall? I won’t be able to catch myself in the air.”
Zacharel: “You will not fall,”
Paris: “Afraid of heights, baby?”
Sienna: “I shouldn’t be, but that’s a long way down.”
Paris: “S’all good. We won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”
Zacharel: “Step back, Now stretch your wings, Excellent. Now, try not to let this next part frighten you.”
Paris: Without any further warning, Zacharel shoved her of the ledge. She gave a horrified gasp as she tumbled from the roof, heading down…down…“Noooo!” My stomach bottomed out as I launched forward, meaning to dive off after her. The angel stopped me with a right uppercut to the jaw, sending me propelling backward. “You said she wouldn’t fall!” I shouted as I stood, intending to try again. I was going after her, and that was that.
Zacharel: “She didn’t fall. I pushed her.”
Paris: “If she’s hurt—” Zacharel vanished, reappearing a second later with Sienna at his side. There was a green tint to her skin, and when she realized solid ground held her up, she hunched over, gagging, trembling uncontrollably.
Sienna: “You…bastard…”
Zacharel: “This is the only way to learn. This is how we are taught. Besides, you are a soul. Had you made contact with the ground, I doubt you would have burst open like a melon.”
Sienna: “You doubt!”
Zacharel: “Find your brave core, demon girl. Step back up and we will try again.”
Paris: I delivered an uppercut of my own. The angel’s head whipped to the side, blood leaking from the gash in his bottom lip, but he merely straightened and blinked in confusion.
“You do anything like that again, and I will end you.” I didn’t wait for a reply, but gathered Sienna in my arms and carried her to our room. #LordsofBudapestDarkestSeduction #InterventionsAndFlyingLessons
The night had fallen and Ash was in for the night. Once again she's spent it alone. She looked over at Axel, who was dozing on the couch. "Guess it's just you and me again, buddy." She sighed, walking over to the pup, petting his head gently. The faint sound of thunder rolled but there was no rain hitting the roof. Ash liked the rain, when she heard the thunder she had hoped it would've been raining. She shrugged thinking, oh well. Just not my week is it? Taking a deep breath she stood up and went to go make coffee. She wasn't tired in a sleepy sense, but her mind and body were exhausted.
Upon entering the kitchen she heard a loud rustling followed by a banging sound. "What the..?" She peeked out the kitchen window but saw nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary anyway. "Ash.. you're insane." She smirked. Yeah, now tell me something I don't know. Walking over to the sink with the coffee pot in her hands, she heard it again. She was about to chalk it up to the wind when the back door flew open. Quickly tossing the pot into the sink she bolted forward to close the door. As soon as she reached it, she was thrown back by a force so brutal she hit the cupboards above the stove across the room before landing hard on the floor. Ash blinked a few times, trying to ignore the shooting pain in her head. Pulling herself up, she held the heel of her palm against her temple and looked towards the door. Her eyes widened when she saw her. A sneer making its way onto her face and a few explicit words that would not be suitable for truckers to hear in the garage in her mind.
"Hello Ash. Miss me?"
"Satarah." Ash was less than enthused to see the bitch standing in front of her, looking down at her, with that all too familiar superior smirk on her face. The smirk that Ash wanted to slap right off for the crow.
"I see your hospitality remains the same.. Lacking. It really is quite hard to tell you're from the south dear, with that unkind demeanor towards guests."
Ash snorted, grabbing the counter to aid her balance so she could stand and face Satarah. "Obviously, you forget what we do in south to unwanted guests."
Satarah rolled her eyes. "Same old.. Ash is it now? I suppose it's easier to remember than the last name you held."
"What the fuck do you want Satarah?" Ash was not in the mood for this psycho bitch's games right now.
Satarah looked at her drolly. "You're in danger Ash. And for reasons you won't understand, I'm here to help you."
All Ash could do was curl an unbelieving lip at her.
"Don't look at me that way. I know you think I'm mental. And I probably am for listening to my idiot of a brother.. But you need to get out of here. ASAP. I can protect you, but you need to trust me."
Ash almost laughed out loud at that last line. Trust her. Trust her? Yeah like that was ever going to happen. "Why the hell would I ever trust you?" She wiped at the blood streaming down the side of her forehead where she'd hit the floor. "Last time I was stupid enough to do that, I got tortured and raped. Repeatedly. No thanks Satarah. I don't want your kind of help." She spat the last word out like it was acid on her tongue. She still resented Satarah for abandoning her when she was supposed to be helping Ash. She was supposed to keep David away from her. All she did was lead him to her. Satarah only did things for herself. She didn't care about anyone else. Why was Ash supposed to believe that she wanted to help her now?
Satarah sighed. "I know we haven't been on the best of terms over the past few years.."
Ash rolled her eyes. If that wasn't the understatement of the century.
"Look, I know I haven't been a good friend to you.. Or to anyone. I'm not on this Earth to make friends. I'm here to survive. I did what I had to to survive. I know you won't forgive me so I won't waste my breath asking for it. But I am here to help you, whether you believe me or not."
Ash narrowed her gaze on the woman. She wanted to call bullshit. "Help me with what?"
"Someone's after you, Ash. And I need to make sure they don't get you." Satarah took a step forward, making Ash instinctively step back, pressing her back against the counter. "Relax." She held a hand over Ash's eye and pulled back, putting her hands up in surrender. Ash brought her fingers up to her temple and felt the gash that'd been there seconds before was gone along with the blood. "I realize you have no reason to trust a word I'm saying right now, but for your sake, you have to listen. These things that want you dead, they won't stop until they see that happen. They stronger than you. And for reasons I can't say right now, I can't let you die."
Ash smirked. "Well, aren't you sweet."
Satarah sighed again and brought her hands up once more. "I'm sorry, Ash.. This must be done." She started saying something in latin, too far back for Ash to understand. In minutes, Ash had gotten severely dizzy and before she could protest she blacked out.
It's a dark, cold evening and I'm walking on the streets of Memphis, Tennesee. I walked here from Biloxi, Mississippi. No money. No car. The only things I'm sure of is my name, the date, where I come from, where I am, and what I am.
I look around at my surroundings and see a young couple walking towards me. I close my eyes and ignore the burning sensation in my throat. I've been feeding on animal blood since I "woke up" and found myself in a dark room with a slight headache, no memory of my past, craving human blood.
Once I woke up I saw him. I'm not sure of his name, only his face. He was beautiful. The only thing that frightened me was the sight of seeing him feeding on a human. I felt funny though. I felt a bit of joy and an odd feeling in my chest. I haven't been able to stop seeing him in my visions since.
The couple was now closer. Slowly, I walked into a hotel that thankfully happened to be near and walked to the counter. I smiled at the man at the counter. He blushed and within a second of smelling the sweet blood that pooled up in his cheeks, he was against the wall, struggling in my grasp.
I quickly let him go and backed away. Not only had I frightened him, I had frightened myself. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I..." I frowned, trailing off as I ran out of the hotel. I ran until I found the trees that boardered the town.
I sank down onto the ground and shook. I felt so ashamed. I could have killed the boy, who only looked about seventeen. I could have ruined a life. Ruined a family. Ruined a bright young man.
I swallowed as I looked up, seeing a deer. Slowly, I stood up and made my way towards the small animal. I wrapped my arms around it and sank my teeth into it's neck. I quickly relaxed tasting the deer's blood. It wasn't perfect, but it would suffice.
The deer sank to the ground as I emptied it of it's blood. I stood up and looked around for another victim. Not seeing any, I sighed and walked back towards the town. I needed money so I could get a hotel. It wasn't cold, but I wanted somewhere warm to stay. I wanted somewhere where I could make it feel like home, although I don't remember the feeling.
I looked down as I walked, thinking of ways to get money. I hated to steal, but it may come to that. I walked onto the street and saw a small restaurant. Holding my breath as I walked past the group of people, I walked into the building. I looked at the people sitting in the booths and sighed, but then I spotted a woman's purse just sitting on the counter.
I walked over and sat down, wondering where the woman went. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then opened the purse. I looked inside and saw a very nice wallet. Hiding it under my dress, I walked out of the restaurant and walked down the street a few feet. Once I felt it was safe, I opened the wallet and saw a large amount of cash. Sighing, I closed it and walked into a nearby clothing store.
I smiled widely at what I saw. There were so many colors and styles. It felt natural for me to be in such a place. I picked out a few items that caught my attention and walked to the counter. Smiling, I quickly paid for what I was buying, said thank you, and walked out of the store with the bags. After a few minutes of walking, I found a hotel that looked fairly decent and paid for a room.
As the all-too-willing bellhop showed me to my room, I got lost in a quick vision. I saw the man again. He was talking to another man by the name of Peter and a smile burst on my face hearing his voice. He was from the South, that much I could tell. His eyes were red, but I focused on his voice. It was like honey and I swear I was about to melt before the bellhop nudged me, making me snap out of my peaceful vision.
I smiled and appologized as I walked into the room. It was cozy, small, and a bit lonely, but with the man in my visions to keep me company, it would be okay for now.
