The Sword and Cane
Nighthawk flew through the air like a rag doll, and landend close to where Hannah lay unconcious. Trying to fight for vision, he only managed to make out a small figure, standing but feet away from him. He tried to reach for his bow... but alas it wasn't meant to be. He collapsed, hoping that Bobbi would find her way to the fabled weapon... The lone figure looked around at the entiriety of the Sabbat, wondering why they didn't want any cookies. Confusion suddenly fueled a thought... where was this Bobbi? She was standing only an arms reach away... she flushed a bit.
"She is tricky.. she is sly, much like the girl scout." She stepped forward and saluted to the winds.
"I will find this Bobbi and sell her a single box of cookies for my brownie badge. I plan to make the scout troup leader proud"
With that, she began to skip and hum, leaving the broken and bloodied bodies of the infamous Sabbat to rot where they lay.
Therese pushed her way through the crowded backstreets, pulled toward a feeling... a feeling of her. She desipised this "sewer flower" for she stood for everything that she hated... all the flowers.... the constant sewering.... the unholy acts of sewering flowering... it made her ill. It came as no surpise when Therese came upon the strange enemy... the daisy.
"You there, I have been waiting for you all this time. For what I have no F*****G idea. So now that the two of us are here, I think we should finish this once and for all." Therese pulled from her purse a can of hairspray.
"You are too right, It has finally come down to us. I was hoping that I would have been the one to find you, but I got lost on Cushman for an hour. It means no difference now. It ends... tonight." Daisy lept off the ground and stuck to a near by building. Turning, she let all the fear the beast can bring out, unleashed it onto the stunned Therese. Fear began to tug at her heart, her feet began to back away, but something stopped her. Something was different.
"Get the hell off the building you vampire vs warewolves movie reject."
Therese suddenly looks toward you, the audience.
"If I was to mention the name of the movie in question, there would have to be copy rights paperwork and authority to use it in this authors vision of darkness. Though it would be fun, unfortunatly the man keeps us down"
With that she turned toward the decending "daisy" and grabbed her can.
All the primogen of the clans all gathered together. All, but a few. Honorable Prince Monroe skulked in, carrying a cat of nine tails and wearing a leather mask.
"It has come into my hands a bit of information that has come into my grasp. It is unfortunate news. All of the Tremere in town are dead" He said with a heavy heart.
Dion, Elecktra, Nathan, and Kai all arose from their seats.
Chanting began to fill the room, the candles began to flare up, the winds howled, Lightning crashed and arced about the sky and began to form into the sygil of the forgotten clan, high above the city. Rain poured, followed by heavy hailing and then simply ceased.
"Strange weather we have been having latley" spoke a raspy voice from the corner of the room. There, hidden in shadow, was the elusive Cainite known only as "D".
Monroe turned toward the newbie. The heads of the clans all sat in a semi circle, cris-cross applesause from the prince. An empty room for the spaces for Toreador, Malkavian, Tremere ( They where standing) and Ventrue.
"Speak new commer, What new news do you bring us?" The kindred waitied.
Bobbi quickly DODGED as another mint cookie TOUGHLY flew past her. The little girl was quick, and crafty with her cute little baret and green dress... She was a little to cute. Bobbi rounded a corner on the 4th Floor, and ran with all the speed her blood would allow to be spent. She pulled at her pocket which held the uncertainty of the situation, perhaps an aid? or simply a loss for the Sabbat. The key was smooth to the touch, but with her hieghtened sense of touch, she could feel the seeping evil eminating from this small instrument. The little girl was gaining on her, her giggling and constant questions on cookies where sending waves of fear down her spine. She thrusted the key into the lock and opened the door.. An explosion of anguish and hate, pain and death shot forth from the room. An aray of gray, black, and simply dark tenticles whipped madly from the opened frame. Bobbi was smashed against the wall from the sheer chaos from the room. It amazed her that even in a time of slumber the old woman had gained in strength. A strange high pitched wailing came from within the room and soon a small figure began to be shown.
Bobbi had only the strength to mutter 'Gwama' before the darkness took her vision. It was a risky move she could remember thinking, but it is the only one the Sabbat have. Oh Caine, have mercy on our souls.
The shape of a small woman came completly into view. Her hair shot upright, and seemed to glow with a dark aura. Her eyes where coal and empty. She wielded a cane and a purse that was swinging much like a nunchuc's. The little girl came to a compltle hault.
"What is that?" She managed to squeek out before the old lady leapt at her with a hungry expression. She screamed.
