Biker chick? Joan Jett-alike? Whatever people assumed, it felt good to have an excuse to walk around with fangs out; the undead spin of stretching your legs after a long car ride. Just flash your teeth and twinkle those yellow eyes - that was your costume.
"Places, people... Exits and windows - both floors."
"Wait... That mean one of us gets bathroom duty?"
"Yeah, Steve, someone gets to stand out by the enchanted grotto. Ding-ding-ding, you're our lucky winner."
Giving the other vampire a knee-kick in the rear to hurry him on, the fanged brunette watched her entourage fan out through the crowd. Heading on up a level to where the costumed masses were holed up. One of her lackeys remaining by the entrance, making sure no-one would be making it out.
Mystics... Getting an accurate premonition was always a little hit-or-miss with psychics. Some put it down to free will being an unpredictable element, but after catching wind of someone who ticked all the right boxes turning up at a place like this? Well, even if no Slayer showed up, doing something like this felt like a fun way to spend an evening her kind would normally take a rain-check on.
"Hey, nice mask!"
The contest wasn't due to get judged for a little while, but forcing head back and slicing fangs into the MC's neck only elicited a small round of applause from those nearest. People who assumed it was just all part of the festivities, even when she dumped his corpse to the floor; microphone taken from his hand as she did so. Wiping gore from mouth with forearm and stepping up on a table to gain some height.
"Ladies and gentleman!" She began, hearing the music go silent. An underling taking care of the DJ on her cue. "Tonight's entertainment is brought to you by random acts of violence...! Excuse me? Sir? Are you here for the contest?"
Door security hadn't seen to what she carried on her. Their unconscious figures still laying on the ground downstairs. Switchblade flashing out as one of Katherine's own shoved the man forward, gutting him in front of the crowd. A couple of screams being made soon after, upon guests realising the MC's death had been just as real.
"Now...! I can let you good folks go or, uh..." More commotion over by an exit, as someone attempted to leave, only to find themselves confronted by a vampire every bit as real as the brunette, herself. The encounter leaving them silenced - permanently. "I could just let this place live up to its name. Have ourselves a real fun feeding frenzy and all... So, what we got here is a choice."
The crimson-slick blade was tapped against chin in consideration. A pause for dramatic effect.
"See, I'm looking for a young lady - maybe more. Got a thing for holy water, stakes, beheading... Sounds real swell. I meant to have a date with her in a little town named Searchlight, but dang it - bitch didn't show. So, y'all catch wind of a girl like that? you send her right on up here. 'Cause otherwise, I'm thinking this place could do with a touch of art. Some human crucifixion here, lynch-by-intestine from the ceiling, amputations and kneecap removal for a little extra sparkle... I go with my heart, y'know? Might rip a few of those out for good measure, while I'm at it."
Making a show of it, the vampiress then announced, "Can we have our next unwilling volunteer, please?"
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on 2013-11-07 08:27 pm (UTC)"Places, people... Exits and windows - both floors."
"Wait... That mean one of us gets bathroom duty?"
"Yeah, Steve, someone gets to stand out by the enchanted grotto. Ding-ding-ding, you're our lucky winner."
Giving the other vampire a knee-kick in the rear to hurry him on, the fanged brunette watched her entourage fan out through the crowd. Heading on up a level to where the costumed masses were holed up. One of her lackeys remaining by the entrance, making sure no-one would be making it out.
Mystics... Getting an accurate premonition was always a little hit-or-miss with psychics. Some put it down to free will being an unpredictable element, but after catching wind of someone who ticked all the right boxes turning up at a place like this? Well, even if no Slayer showed up, doing something like this felt like a fun way to spend an evening her kind would normally take a rain-check on.
"Hey, nice mask!"
The contest wasn't due to get judged for a little while, but forcing head back and slicing fangs into the MC's neck only elicited a small round of applause from those nearest. People who assumed it was just all part of the festivities, even when she dumped his corpse to the floor; microphone taken from his hand as she did so. Wiping gore from mouth with forearm and stepping up on a table to gain some height.
"Ladies and gentleman!" She began, hearing the music go silent. An underling taking care of the DJ on her cue. "Tonight's entertainment is brought to you by random acts of violence...! Excuse me? Sir? Are you here for the contest?"
Door security hadn't seen to what she carried on her. Their unconscious figures still laying on the ground downstairs. Switchblade flashing out as one of Katherine's own shoved the man forward, gutting him in front of the crowd. A couple of screams being made soon after, upon guests realising the MC's death had been just as real.
"Now...! I can let you good folks go or, uh..." More commotion over by an exit, as someone attempted to leave, only to find themselves confronted by a vampire every bit as real as the brunette, herself. The encounter leaving them silenced - permanently. "I could just let this place live up to its name. Have ourselves a real fun feeding frenzy and all... So, what we got here is a choice."
The crimson-slick blade was tapped against chin in consideration. A pause for dramatic effect.
"See, I'm looking for a young lady - maybe more. Got a thing for holy water, stakes, beheading... Sounds real swell. I meant to have a date with her in a little town named Searchlight, but dang it - bitch didn't show. So, y'all catch wind of a girl like that? you send her right on up here. 'Cause otherwise, I'm thinking this place could do with a touch of art. Some human crucifixion here, lynch-by-intestine from the ceiling, amputations and kneecap removal for a little extra sparkle... I go with my heart, y'know? Might rip a few of those out for good measure, while I'm at it."
Making a show of it, the vampiress then announced, "Can we have our next unwilling volunteer, please?"