The Graves Decay
The door chimes alert the shadows that someone has entered. A figure hurriedly shuts the door. It races for the phone but the darkness haults her.
"Going somewhere warlock?" that voice, that tone, it sent shivers of fear up her dead spine.
"Electra... " it called to her. She could feel her body slowly turning, thought she willed against it.
"Look at me Electra" The tone grew into a hiss. Her skin crawled. She had to think of something, and quick. She grabbed a potion off the end of her counter that read "Stink Weed" and through it at the area the voice was eminating from. She heard it crash into something, a shift, and then heard the voice again, only this time it was directly behind her.
"who are you?" she managed to spill out. She could a warm breath against her neck.
"I'm a friend. Your not safe here. The Sabbat have been following you since you left the conclave. They search to kill you. Do you want death?" it asked, though it knew the answer already.
"I can take em" she said gaining more ground with this strange man.
"Could you? but you wouldn't survive long enough to enjoy the fruits of your labor. There are more of them compared to you... so do you want me to help...." It had an aura of persuasion about it. She could feel herself giving in to him.
"Yes. But first what is your name?" She said trying to peek around her shoulder.
"Brown. Donatello Brown" He said with suavy. She lifted an eye brow.
Alamar danced to the swaying beats. Completly euphoric. A tall gentlman approaches him. The same in fact that he had been fighting with Celesti over. He made his way, much to Alamar suprize, up to him and offered to dance for a while. They laughed, they raved. Until the beginings of Dawn.
"You wanna come over to my house? I have a great sound system. We could party all night." The boy said.
"Sure! sounds great. By the way, I'm Alamar DeMonet. What's your name?" he asked politley.
"I'm Montgomery Bones." he replied in a sheepish tone.
The boys walked over to his car, and got inside.
A shadowy man steps out of a beaten Chevele. Humming merrily the tune from the Andy Griffith show. He grabs his violin case and walks up the fire escape.
Kneeling on the ground, slowly assembling the silencer on to the gun.
"Alright, now all that needs to happen is for that DeMonet fucker to step outside." He continued to whistle.
The wind picks up and he draws his coat around him. The folds within his dead skin tightens a bit, but he feels something slip out from within his left breast.
"Goddamnit" he spoke. He gripped the gun in one hand and leaned down to pick up the knife and felt the gun shake as he pulled the trigger.
"Oh Christ" he said holding back some other forms of trash talking. A squak was heard above him and feathers began to cascade slowly down onto the ground.
A few moments later, a raven splooshed to the grond.
"Well, that was entertaining" he said thinking back on it.
He bagan to do a little dance with his finger in the air in a small circle.
"God, I love bein' me?"
"That's an order omega brown" spoke a clearly agitated voice.
"Um Bobbi, you can just say Rowin... I mean c'mon this seems a bit too over done" The radio squaked back.
Bobbi narrowed her eyes at the contraption and just gripped the side.
"Think so" she began again. "I challenge you to monomacy for you sever lack of appreciating a good plan. You wouldn't know a good plan if it came up to you and said 'Hi! I'm a great plan. I will win because I'm that good... oh soo good Rowin... you shall be the first to taste my wrath.. after the camarilla of course but you get the drift. My plan will not be comprimesed on some petty" she grits her teeth and shakes her head.. well.. you know other stuff." She nodded in satisfaction.
"Bobbi, I don't wanna fight you" Rowin came back sounding a bit worried.
"Too bad. So, um, yeah! I'm gonna kick your ass, but later. Now is the time for my plan that goes without reason as the best bad greatest evilest plan in all of time. I name it.. Operation: Kill the Camarilla, because we are the Sabbat" She seemed to get lost in a sort of euphoria.
"DUCK AND COVER" hollered a new voice. Bobbi quickly came to her senses and began to scower the area using her heightened sense of sight.
"I SAID DOWN ROOKIE! THAT MEANS YOU" hollered the same strange voice. She looked down to see a man, dressed in camaflouge with the army camaflouged make-up on his face, pretending to hold a high calibur weapon.
"THEY'LL SPOT US!" He screamed. Bobbi rolled her eyes.
"If you don't shut up, they will hear us" She said begining to walk away.
"Where are you going?" he whispered keeping a keen watch on the area.
She scoffed. "To kill the Camarilla Carlyle, Duh!" she said with a shake of her head.
Stay tuned for the Season Finale of Passionable Circumstance
