~ Part Three
"ROWAN MUST NOT STICK HER TOUNGE OUT AT THE BISHOP, BOBBI MAY DO SO IF SHE DESIRES. ROWAN MUST NOT BE PRESENT TO FIGHT BOBBI, BUT THE BISHOP MAY SHOW UP IF SHE SO DESIRES. THAT ARE THE DECREE'S OF GOD HIMSELF AND NOT ME, BUT I AGREE. SO BEGIN!!" He shouted as the darkness finally spilled away from him.
Bobbi and Rowan got up, looked at one another and seemed confused.
"What where we doing?" Bobbi asked. Rowan rose her shoulders up in confusion.
"Oh. Well then, Rowan go out and scout for the Camarilla. So much time was used up by 'his holyness' that I forgot important Sabbat buisness. Sirk, you will go out and find del Castillon and bring him to me. I miss his presence. The rest of you..." she motioned to all the rest of the Sabbat that where coincous.
"Go be Sabbat or something. Kill, rampage, pillage, you know the usual." She said with a bit of Zeal.
The Sabbat stirred, and reluctantly went back to becoming dark warriors of Caine. Sirk just looked around, shrugged and grabbed his book and hurriedly made his way to the door.
"I'am a messenger of Caine! Not Bobbi's assistant. Maybe next she will have me type out a letter, or go send a fax." the shadows manipulated themselves to look like a small tea cup with a matching saucer, and in his highest pitch spoke. "Oh Bobbi, here is your tea. You have a meeting with the new Tzimisce at noon, would you like me to do anything else? Massage the tension out of your back? perhaps a nice footmassage? what about a tenticle of darkness to impale your tight ass and slowly work it's way through your body and out your throat so as I can play you like a marrionette doll and make you say really stupid things like... Do I look fat in this? are my thighs to big? how would you like that? WELL BOBBI? HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT YOU TRAMPISH IMP WOMAN SENT FROM THE ABYSS BY SOME STUPID ALIEN SHOPPER WHO COULDN"T GET A REFUND ON YOUR SORRY ASS?? HUH? HUH? LIKE THAT? I HATE YOU! YOU STUPID COW! YOUR NOT INVITED TO MY DEATHDAY PARTY NOR ARE YOU MY FRIEND ANYMORE! I HATE YOU! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE! HATE!"
He suddenly stepped on something fleshy and black and heard a mighty wail.
"What in the hell?" he said pushing the shadow away from the creature. In the midst of confusion, he seemed to have missed the small black kitten at his feet. The cat glarred up at the confused Lasombra.
"Oh, It's just you little kitty. How cute you are! with your buttoned nose, your wittle paws,you utsey cutsey whiskers to protect you frwom the dark powers of my heart!" He leaned down to touch the cat, when just then, the kitten opened his mouth and dark tenticles flew out of it, siezing the young Lasombra and continued to smash him into the surrounding buildings, causing more then just a scene, but a potenial hazard to the young Cainites life. The boy suddely let out a shrill scream, one very un-befitting of his rank and stature. At that the cat closed his mouth, thereby dropping the boy onto the ground.
"WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE THROWING FLOWERS AT ME? I ESCAPED DEATH AND AM NOW A SOUL STEALING DEMON OF THE NIGHT! SHIT PEOPLE WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? RUN FROM ME, FLEE FROM THIS PLACE, MAKE YOUR WAY SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT HERE... I GROW FEVERED WITH AGITATION.... RUN.......................................run......" Therese bowed and finished her poem.
The people cheered, throwing flowers and other assortments at her. She rose her head in enough time to see the glass cup soaring her way. She could not afford to blow for her speed so she attempted to dive out the way, but it was too late.
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She fell with a thud that sent a residual whomping sound around the room.
A lone figure sploshed through the wasteland of waste. Hair clinging to it's face wearing a dirty poncho. Skin covered in so much dirt that the true color could not be dicerned. It stopped suddenly looking a strange glyph on the wall. Nodding, it set fourth down the tunnel. Three steps forward, duck, roll, leap, four steps left, two forwards... It seemed to weave around much like a snake before the strike.
Then it found it, salvation. A ladder leading to the upper warrens. As it emerged, it noticed large shadows moving about, the sounds and smells of this place always seemed to make the figure jump a little.
It slid into the shadows, and weaved around, shunning itself from the light.
The creature climbed and leered, ran and slid until it found the sewer grate that led her to the clear, freshness of the night. With a heavy shove she slowly emerged from the catacombs.
"So, this is where you are......" it said. The blood flushed through it's face painting it much like an easel. The picture that flushed through it was that of a beautiful woman. Long dark hair, bright blue eyes, thick lips.... "Perfect" she said with a satisfaction.
A near by runner was the next thing to catch her eyes. It took but a simple back hand to send the woman into a near by building, knocking her out cold.
A quick change, a sigh of relif, and the woman stepped from the shadows and began to walk along the sidewalk... a tattoo on her thigh.... ~ Daisy ~
