| I hate you...help me? |
[30 Sep 2005|02:18pm] |
It was times like these where Jill wished she were a vampire.
Cause as a vampire, she would've had that supernatural strength with which to beat the crap out of those demons who so rudely interrupted her night of fun with Victoria, only to kidnap the deadly vampiress and take her away without a word otherwise. Maybe then, Jill would've been able to fight them head-on, instead of sitting in her office with a huge bruise on her forehead, staring at the cell phone Victoria had left upon getting knocked upside her head. Her fingers quivered as she glared at the phone, realizing that in order to bring Vicky back in anything other than a dustpan, Jill needed to enlist all the help she could.
Which, multidimensional law firm aside, meant calling people who otherwise might not even be worth the effort of ripping out their throats and drinking their blood.
Lawyer closed the blinds over her window, blocking out the early evening sun as she sighed heavily, punching numbers into the phone before putting the phone to her ear, arms folded in anger. Her foot tapped impatiently as the phone rang, saying to herself, "C'mon, you stupid little bitch...make yourself useful and pick up the fucking phone."
After dropping Kris off at her destination of choice, Quinn had returned to the trailer and taken the longest shower of her life. After the soot and grime of the night before washed down the drain, she checked her messages. Good, at least Purity had called her back. One down, two to go.
God, just let them be safe, she thought, deciding to try again after eating a sandwich. Slapping together some cold cuts and mayonnaise on wheat bread, she felt the last of the tension drain out of her. Home. Thank God.
The ringing of the phone startled her, and she was across the room almost before she knew it. "Quinn's Body Shop and Massage Parlor, where I'll rub you the right way," she cracked with a relieved grin. "When would you like to set up your next appointment?"
( You know things are bad when you’re calling people you’d rather strangle. )
( Coffee, panic, maybe even a little bile )
( I knew snacking on a vampire’d be good for something. )
( Shit hits the fan, puke hits the floor )
( Again with the blood thing. )
( Threatening or asking for help? )
"Yeah, have a nice firkin' day, Jill," Quinn muttered, picking the card up from the table as though it were contaminated with something. Cramming it into her pocket, she added a muttered, "Twat," for good measure.
She'd go see Purity first, maybe crash at the hotel for a few hours if the witch wasn't busy. And then? Well, she had a couple of ideas. She'd have to give a few things some thought. At least she had a couple of clues to go on. That was better than nothing.
She left the coffee shop at a slow amble, weighing her options. Things to do, people to see, a vampire to find. And a lawyer to avoid pistol-whipping....
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| Haven't Beaten Him Yet |
[30 Sep 2005|11:46pm] |
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The sun was hot and practically baking Joseph alive as he worked away at something he wanted no part in but had no choice about.
His shirt had long been pulled over his head and tied around his waist. Sweat ran in rivulets over the corded muscles that stretched across the expanse of his back. Dark hair hung in limp strands across the angled planes of his face and his jeans hung off his hips. Joseph hadn't seen a drop in water in days and his throat felt as if it was on fire but he was doing his best to ignore it and to put the thoughts of water to the very back of his mind.
Joseph paused briefly to catch his breath and swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. It did nothing to relieve the fever in his body nor did it do anything for his state of mind. Brown eyes narrowed as the nearest demon barked something at him and Joseph muttered a few tasteful words in his own native tongue. The demon seemed to eye him warily but decided to leave it alone after shoving Joseph back into work.
Teeth gritted together as Joseph just managed to resist the urge to smack the demon across the face. That wouldn't get him anywhere; he needed to play along until it was time to stop playing. He exhaled a shaky breath and went back to work. The sun continued to stream down across his skin and turned the golden brown an almost startling shade of red.
It wouldn't be too long till Joseph was burnt or suffered from heatstroke. A couple of people had already collapsed and had been removed. Joseph didn't want to know where they had been taken or what had happened to them. Some things were just not worth knowing especially when you found yourself in a situation like this one.
Joseph's eyes swept the boundary of the camp and then found the location of guards before they returned to the work at hand. Bit by bit, he was mapping out the encampment and slowly, he was beginning to work out some form of plan. He was not just going to take this lying down.
If he could, he'd fight this to the end. He was not going to die as someone's slave, he was better than that and he had things worth living for. There was no way that Joseph was going to accept his fate, he never had in the past, now was no different.
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| Lucky Girl |
[30 Sep 2005|11:58pm] |
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Sometimes I think that Bethany's lucky to have me especially as she has the club to worry about, the new building she's acquired not to mention all her clients, she needs someone who can slip away and find out what's what.
It would seem my employer is concerned about a friend of hers, vampiress by the name of Victoria. They go back a long way and the woman doesn't like when Victoria disappears for a long time without contact especially when they're in the same city.
So that brings me back to my point.
It's up to me find out what's what and where dear Victoria happens to be. I have places to go, people to see and answers to find. Bethany isn't a patient woman, she dislikes waiting and she'll take matters into her own hands if that's what it'll take.
All I can say is I hope I find out Victoria's just holed herself up some place nice and is living as much of an undead life as she can.
The cynic in me says it's another matter entirely but until I have the facts, I'm not going to presume anything.
First things first, Victoria's place of residence.
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