An Angel in Hell/Wicked Carnival Au/Closed with vin-de-traitre
“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Tori screamed out.
The car came to a halt somewhere in the woods, smoke was coming from the engine.
The driver was leaned back in his car, he was leaving a Witch's gathering at the old abandon cemetery on the back roads. Most people avoid those roads due to the town's many stories of the unknown. Some people say the Angel-Haven BRs had houses belonging to vampires, others will say it was where a cult once stood, no-one knew for sure but it was certainly the place your mother told you not to play around in.
Tori, a young adult, was one of the many young men who like to go there to spit in the face of danger. Mostly due to the fact they didn't believe in their town's stories. And why would anyone? They've been around for decades so it was old wives tales. So tonight, a Saturday night, was a good time for drinking or just having good laughs.
The party ended and Tori went home, well that was the plan at least. To get to these haunted back roads you had to drive through the woods since the town closed off the roads and only had people drive the main roads through.
Sighing, Tori just turned the car off and leaned his seat back, there was no point in trying to navigate the woods at night. That would just add more onto the trouble, no sense in that at all. Might as well sleep.
