Screaming poured from the hotel. The sounds of tearing paper and broken bones invades the night.
"GOD DAMNIT, STOP THAT" screamed the red creature at a housekeeper.
The housekeeper finished flinging the bleach bottle at the creature and armed itself with the vacum.
"Look hea, I'm from da Bronx, NYC, you think I'm scured? Shiiit. I've seen bigger and redder in my life child" The woman said with an accent to back up her bold words. The red creature stumbled for a moment and then regained it's stance.
"Why is it always the Housekeepers?" It said as it lunged again.
-- Hannah Report your findings -- squaked the radio. The red creature swiftly dodged the vacumn has it soared over it's head.
"Having an issue or two here my bishop, Stand By" it spoke as it quickly grabbed the woman's arm and mangled it to little less then anything. The woman screamed, pulled back and hit Hannah in the face with as much force as she could have mustered.
"OW" screamed Hannah at the feeling of a broken nose. Hannah grit through the pain, grabbed the woman by the face and wiped it clean.
"There, fight that" spoke Hannah with confidence. The woman grabbed the blank flesh that was once her face and kicked. Hannah barley made it away.
-- Situation cleared, The Westmark is ours my bishop --
-- Good. Took a bit longer then expected but still a success. Ensure our safety by adding defense. We will be the offense.-- replied the radio. Hannah nodded.
-- I'm glad you comply fiend -- Bobbi spoke. Hannah looked a bit confused at the radio, hightend it's sense of sight and hearing then shook of the curiosity.
"You will be apart of the westwing. Mel, take her down the hall and stick her to the rest of the wall." spoke Hannah. Mel crept up from behind the fiend and nodded.
"The hotel of flesh needs to be ready in 20 minutes. We can do this" Hannah said as it grabbed a few randomly placed bodies and began to whistle down the hall.
~ Conclave Meeting ~
The prince roared in fury, breaking everything of value in the room. The poor water glass couldn't even defend itself.
"Now, again, why is it that we are sitting here" yelled the prince. He looked around to the half charred individuals who just simply sat and watched.
"Um.. 'cause we have been sitting here awaiting our next 5 minutes of filming my Prince. If you read the monolouge, we should be right on schedule" spoke a new face. He was dressed in a buisness suit, blue in color, and a long opera house coat.
"Who the hell are you?" spoke the prince confused. The man perked up, smiled, and bowed.
"I'm Michael Lace. I was in the 6th episode reading a book. Real easy gig if you ask me. I'm not supposed to come in until my sire embraces me in the next season. sorry, couldn't wait" he said with leisure. The crowd quickly grabs their scripts.
Slight murmuring eminates a bit.
"I DIE IN THE NEXT SEASON?" screamed one voice.
"I GET LAID IN THE NEXT SEASON?!" hollered another.
The prince looked at the newest member. "Look, you just caused mass hysteria. I would watch it. Your in my domain now ventrue. Yes, I called you a ventrue and not a Ventrue!" He said with a nod of his head. Michael Lace could feel the blood dripping from his face.
"You bully!" he screamed as he ran out of the room.
Alexander sat watching the situation, and poping the rest of his pop tart in his mouth he spoke.
"My prince, the Sabbat are loose in the city. We should attack while they are at their weakest." The prince thought for a moment. "I have devised a plan. We will attack the Sabbat while they are still weak with preperation" Cheers could be heard from everywhere in the room. Alexander simply rolled his eyes.
