Part Two
Chauncy sat down, in his little corner, with his favorite type of coffee sititng in front of him. Double Latte, skinny. Extra Foam. He breathed in heavy the aroma of the simple pleasure and continued to write down in his journal. This evening was a poetry slam, with different types of people.. talented and those who are not.
-- Poetry, how insecure the artist is to have to resort to thier paper, rather then voice their opinon freely. Unstatley getleman sitting to my immediate left smells of urine. Why always are these people here? do they not bathe? is it not humane? -- he wrote. he made himself stop as the young woman took to the stage. grief stricken, heavy hearted, pale and plain... in a word, perfect.
"My name is Terese, and I have something to stay. THIS WORLD IS FILLED WITH FIENDS OF THE NIGHT, THE SAME FIENDS THAT SUCK YOUR BLOOD FOR SUSTANCE, THEY LIVE HERE, IN THIS DAY! THEY ARE HERE. FOR I'AM ONE OF THEM. RUN, RUN FROM HERE, ALL THE TORTURED SPRITIS WILL RISE AND KILL YOU ALL... STOP SITTING THERE CLAPPING, AND LAUGHING, RUN!" She screamed. All the crowd did was laugh, clap and stay sitting.
Bobby suddenly stops banging her head against the fleshy wall and begins to scower the area.
"ROWAN? WHERE IS SHE?" She bellows as the Sabbat suddenly freeze in place. A small, dark haired goth girl, stepps around the corner in the most in-oppertune time. Her eyes buldge as she now knows there is no use in running.
"THERE YOU ARE!" Bobbi shouts as she pulls her two guns out of there holsters.
"oh god" Rowan squeeks as the rest of the Sabbat grab her and throw her closer to Bobbi.
"We have a monomacy to deal with. I challenged you therefore you should pick the arbitor." Bobbi smirked at the frightend girl.
"I choose you! Sirk!" She said pointing over to a rather dark corner of the room.
"SIRK!" Screamed Bobbi. The black cloud suddenly began to evaporate. A dark man was soon the only thing to remain. He was dressed in a dark suit, High color, with an opera house over it all. He glanced up, and set his book down.
"Fine." He said with assurance and slowly walked to the pair of the women.
"Sirk, She has chosen you to be arbitor. What say you in the ruling call?" She concentrated deeply on Sirks Mind.
"YOU WILL OBEY ME SIRK! YOU WILL CHEAT HER AND LET ME WIN FOR I'AM THE BISHOP AND YOU OWE TO ME A GREAT MANY THINGS"
The Sabbat all gasped in unison, as Bobbi forgot to use the power, and simply blurted that out for all to hear. Rowan looked hurt, Sirk simply pooled the shadow around him, and fell into the darkness sweet caress.
"WHAT ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE LOOKING AT?" She screamed as she shot angry looks everywhere. The Sabbat simply looked away and acted as if she hadn't done anything wrong.
"SIRK" Bobbi shouted again, this time sounding a bit more agitated.
From within the darkness that flowed right next to her, Two dark angelic wings sprouted out and from within the silence a mighty voice rang out.
"YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME. I, SIRK, HAVE COME ON THE WINGS OF GOD HIMSELF TO BRING DELIVERANCE ONTO THE THOSE SOULS WHOM HAVE SINNED. FOR THE RIGHTEOUS BITCH SLAP THEY DESERVE" Bobbi rolled her eyes, checked her watched and turned toward Rowan.
"This could take a while. Better sit down" She said genially. The pair sat down.
"GOD HAS WISHED ME TO COME HERE, TO THIS PATHETIC PLACE AND BRING YOU ALL INSIGHT OF THE NIGHT, AND TO BE AWARE OF WHAT YOU WILL FACE WHEN THIS DARKNESS FADES. NO LONGER AM I A SIMPLE LASOMBRA, BUT RATHER A MIGHTY ANGEL OF THE SHADOW, THE UNKNOWN. FEAR THE GROUND I WALK ON, FOR THESE VERY FOOT PRINTS WILL SHOW YOU INSIGHT YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. OBEY THE FOOTSTEPS OF GOD. SALVATION WILL COME SWIFTLY TO THOSE WHO CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT. THE DARKNESS MAY BE DANGEROUS, BUT IT HAS FEELINGS TO. DEEP FEELINGS.
Silence suddenly enveloped the room. Rowan began to get to her feet as Bobbi grabbed her arm.
"He's not done yet" she said.
And as if on cue Sirks radiant voice spilled out of nowhere again. Rowan, being surprised fell with a hard thud against the ground. Bobbi simply nodded in satisfaction.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU ALL BELIVED ME ABOUT THE DARKNESS HAVING FEELINGS! YOU ARE ALL PATHETIC! THE DARKNESS FEELS WHEN I WANT IT TO FEEL. AND I NEVER WANT IT TO. GOD HAS GRANTED ME THE GIFT OF THE UBER FUCK YOU ALL MY BIZNATCHES! YOU SHOULD BOW DOWN IN FRONT ME ALL AND BASK IN THE GLORY OF WHAT IT IS TO BE A TRUE ANGEL OF THE DARK. I'M NO DEMON, MAKE PLENTY USE OF THAT FACTOR. NOW, TONIGHT THERE SHALL BE A GREAT BATTLE OF WITS AND CARNAGE! THE GRACIOUS BISHOP OF MADNESS HAS CHALLENGED THAT OF THE INFERIOR POWERS OF A BUTT-SNIFFER. THESE ARE THE WORDS OF GOD, NOT MY OWN. HE SPEAKS TO ME THROUGH THE BONDS OF RELIGOUS RIGHTEOUSNESS.
HE SAYS.. THAT ROWAN MAY NOT USE ANY OF HER POWERS THAT CAINE HAS CURSED YOU WITH. BOBBI MAY USE ALL OF HERS. ROWAN MUST ATTACK BY ONLY USING HER FEET. BOBBI CAN USE ALL OF HER APPENDAGES. ROWAN MUST NOT SEE THE BISHOP, BOBBI CAN SEE HER. SHE MUST NOT HEAR THE BISHOP, BOBBI MAY HEAR. AND ROWAN MUST BEND OVER AND KISS HER ASS GOOD BYE. THE BISHOP DOES NOT.
