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9th Aug 2012 at 4:39 AM
9th Aug 2012 at 4:39 AM
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Previously on: After confronting the diabolical "Company", Suzanna Trench has indeed liberated her friend Bram Adams, but has also put herself way in over her head. Now, now only is there a secret plot to be had, her old friend is back to harp about her fashion sense. Good thing that Valentina Victor is also an informant or else our hero wouldn't be able to stand her long enough to hear what she has to say.
Current Plot Points: Finding Judas, Meet Cute.
Previous Plot Points: The Cake was a Lie, Move Heaven and Earth.
Word Count: 1,634
Custom Content: You would be hard pressed to find something allowed...
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"I have some information you might want to know regarding a plot..."
"Is this a joke?" Suzanna snapped, "You just show up here and expect trust?"
There was resolve in her eyes, "I'm anything but joking with you Suzie. It's time you knew the truth."
Suzanna took a quiet nudge from Bram. She lightened up on her glare, "What do you know?" She asked shortly.
LIke a cat catching a mouse, Valentina smiled, "Nothing I can tell you here." Suzanna dropped; she briefly considered a bitch slapping. "Come, we're taking this at your place." Valentina said loftily, and with that she turned on her heel and marched down the stairs.
Suzanna was left staring. "What--?" She stuttered.
"You better follow her before she gets lost." Bram said, going down after the pink haired girl. Suzanna rushed to catch up to him. On the stairs Bram wrung his hands, "Listen, uh-- I'll catch up to you guys later." He said without eye-contact.
He didn't see Suzanna stop breathing. Nor did he want to, she figured. "Ok." She said, feeling faint. "I'll call you."
"Thanks."
They walked faster together and parted quickly.
Valentina was a pink beacon, already halfway down the street by the time Suzanna jogged up to her.
"Good you caught up." She said decisively without looking at Suzanna.
"No thanks to--" She started. Valentina cut her off.
"So, where're we going?"
Suzanna huffed. "45 Westmount." She said quickly, shooting Valentina stink-eye for being interrupted. Valentina raised her head in surprise.
"You live there?" She exclaimed. "I know you can do better."
"We can all do better." Suzanna said carefully. This made Valentina go quiet. She avoided the subject for the rest of their walk.
Bread and politics were officially the bane of Suzanna's eye by the time the two girls mounted the stairs. If she so much as mentioned banquets again there would be hell to pay. Suzanna decided. Not a word, of course, about what she had dragged Suzanna across town for.
Suzanna gravitates instantly to the bedroom to get rid of her damn dress. She reappears in a sensible yellow jumper and seats herself across from where Valentina twiddled her hair.
Valentina just smiles for a moment and looks conspicuous, "It seems as though we will be doing some redecorating." She says softly. This made Suzanna cock her head. She tries ever so desperately not to hit the girl across from her, even though it was so tempting. Just smile.
"We talk while we work?"
"Certainly." Valentina flashes a winning smile and gets up, "So, where do I sleep?"
"Sleep?" Suzanna asked in bewilderment.
The other girl rolls her eyes, "Well we're not going right now, tomorrow night right? Hey, it's like we're having another sleepover!"
Suzanna freezes in terror. "The door to the left." She choked out.
"Thanks." Valentina replied breezily, walking across the room decisively. She pokes her head out of the door one last time and asks: "Jammies?"
Suzanna nearly falls over, "In the dresser." She said. Whatever happens, there will be no pillow fights.
--
As promised, the spent the entire day tearing apart Suzanna's apartment. Valentina learned very quickly that there was a fine line between moving her sofa and touching her books, they got along better after that was established. It was 6:00 p.m when the pink headed girl was finally tired enough of vandalizing to speak her first peep about where they were going. So, as planned, Suzanna phoned up a sleepy sounding Bram and they were on their way to an old warehouse at the edge of town.
Said warehouse wasn't nearly as creepy as Valentina made it out to be. It was quite industrial actually. Bram sauntered towards them, grinning buoyantly.
"What?" Suzanna asked sharply. She shifted her weight in her latex suit.
Bram coughed, "Your outfit?" He said, while holding back laughter.
Valentina took that time to defend her honor. "She's the one who left the house in it. I take no responsibility!" She held up her palms like the true deserter that she was.
"It's an honest to goodness battle suit guys, show some respect!"
Bram continued cracking up. "In heels?"
"Well she has always been fond of making an image for herself while hunting vampires." Valentina interjects. Suddenly the conversation derailed. Bram's jaw dropped.
"Wait... What?" He stuttered.
Valentina was getting a slap for that one
Suzanna shot her a glare. "It's what I do." She said slowly. Bram carefully eyed her.
"You mean you kill people for a living!" He said, horrified.
"I didn't say people."
And that's when the conversation train went completely off the tracks and burst into flames. Valentina cleared her throat in an attempt to clear the air of figurative smoke.
"So, why don't we take a look inside!" She said, full of injected cheerfulness.
"Sure."
"Lets go."
Bram and Suzanna avoided looking at each other. They walked into the warehouse, and it was immediately determined that the place was not what it seemed from the outside.
First and foremost was the smell. Secondly, after Suzanna's eyes would finally open, it was the corpses. Thirdly, after the initial horror wore off, it was the caged vampires. Bram let off a squeak as he noticed, and raced to the bars.
She watched him look in sorrowfully, "What is this place?" He asked in a guarded tone.
Valentina was unfazed by the sights and smells, "This is the main test facility used by the company to create their private army..."
Suzanna was shocked speechless. Well I wanted a conspiracy...
Bram went by the cages numbly. The vampires wouldn't meet his eyes; none of them had any hope of being rescued anymore. They were just left in there to rot with a few decaying corpses to satiate their thirst.
"... They are the ultimate products of years of research and development, used as spies and assassins to do the bidding of the Company." Valentina continued on, eyes blank. "When they are loose, they wreak havoc. They eat and turn everything that doesn't die every single chance they get while not under the complete control of the Company. They will always come home though. It's something none of them can help."
Suzanna squeezed her fists. "What on earth do you want me to do about this?" She exclaimed.
"Kill them." She answered frigidly.
"No!" Bram shouted, breaking the silence and making both women turn. "You can't. These-- people, they have lives that matter too."
"Did you not hear a word of what I said?" Valentina snapped, "These monsters are killing for sport when they aren't killing for appeasement. Why on earth would you want to keep them alive?"
He heaved for breath, "Because killing them would be just like killing me."
Valentina put her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Bram, these vampires have been gone for far too long, you haven't, you can still be saved. They are nothing like you."
"What makes you say tha--"
SLAM
"Who's down there!"
Jacob Victor storms out of the loft and looks down at them spitefully. "Why Valentina, what on earth are you doing here?" He asks genially. There was a hint of venom back there that Suzanna caught. He continues, "And you've brought your friends! Exactly what I've told you never to do. Wonderful."
Valentina shifts her weight. Obviously she had not planned for this. "Well brother, I was bringing them here to recruit! They want to join your army, and you simply must let them."
Jacob mused this to himself for a moment, "I suppose that means a little test is in order, hmm?" He pushes a lever that springs the doors of the cages surrounding them. The vampires crawl out slowly.
Good, it's finally time to do some fighting. This is probably a serious addiction that needed counselling, actually. A vampire sprun right into her boot, she kicked it backwards. It was all so easy. The next attacker came from behind, she swung a leg down and sent her into the concrete. Equally satisfying.
The next one she caught with a round house punch, but the remaining vampire woman caught her in the gut. She looked familiar actually, but taht was quickly forgotten as she put the woman on her back with a straight leg kick directly upwards. Those always catch them off guard. Suzanna finally catches a glance of her companions, Bram looked only semi scarred for life, and Valentina looked fine. Suzanna observed the loft; it seemed as though Jacob had managed to walk out on her while she was fighting. Figures.
Suzanna was the first to race up the stairs, her companions followed slower; Bram, lagging behind observing the carnage, and Valentina just taking her time. They enter a vast laboratory covered with apparatuses of different shapes and sizes. Jacob faces one of them, his back turned to her.
He says in a resounding voice, "So as my sister was lying, what are you intruders really here for?" His finger circled one of the gauges. Valentina scoffed at the comment.
Suzanna ignored her and went ahead, "I'm here to take you down!" She said hesitantly.
Jacob was whip fast, "Says who? My sister? If she lied to me she would lie to you. Think about that for a second before you trust her so readily."
Suzanna paused. "Well I don't agree with what you're doing to these vampires." She said with more resolve.
He laughed. "Better than how you just beat them senseless? Face it Suzanna, you're on the wrong side." He shifted his weight to one leg. "You can sound the alarm on me if you want, but it won't make any difference."
Suzanna was left confused. About to make another jab at his self esteem, she found her voice wouldn't respond. The room went silent as her legs gave. She could see his lips moving in laughter as she went to the ground in a heap. Her body was numb, and her vision, blurring. The last thing she saw were unreadable red eyes above her, those too faded into complete darkness.
NOTE: The exert from the previous chapter (which is located above the first picture) is not included in the word count (which I managed to nail! Who knew cleaning up sloppy sentence structure could knock so many words off?
Current Plot Points: Finding Judas, Meet Cute.
Previous Plot Points: The Cake was a Lie, Move Heaven and Earth.
Word Count: 1,634
Custom Content: You would be hard pressed to find something allowed...
--
"I have some information you might want to know regarding a plot..."
"Is this a joke?" Suzanna snapped, "You just show up here and expect trust?"
There was resolve in her eyes, "I'm anything but joking with you Suzie. It's time you knew the truth."
Suzanna took a quiet nudge from Bram. She lightened up on her glare, "What do you know?" She asked shortly.
LIke a cat catching a mouse, Valentina smiled, "Nothing I can tell you here." Suzanna dropped; she briefly considered a bitch slapping. "Come, we're taking this at your place." Valentina said loftily, and with that she turned on her heel and marched down the stairs.
Suzanna was left staring. "What--?" She stuttered.
"You better follow her before she gets lost." Bram said, going down after the pink haired girl. Suzanna rushed to catch up to him. On the stairs Bram wrung his hands, "Listen, uh-- I'll catch up to you guys later." He said without eye-contact.
He didn't see Suzanna stop breathing. Nor did he want to, she figured. "Ok." She said, feeling faint. "I'll call you."
"Thanks."
They walked faster together and parted quickly.
Valentina was a pink beacon, already halfway down the street by the time Suzanna jogged up to her.
"Good you caught up." She said decisively without looking at Suzanna.
"No thanks to--" She started. Valentina cut her off.
"So, where're we going?"
Suzanna huffed. "45 Westmount." She said quickly, shooting Valentina stink-eye for being interrupted. Valentina raised her head in surprise.
"You live there?" She exclaimed. "I know you can do better."
"We can all do better." Suzanna said carefully. This made Valentina go quiet. She avoided the subject for the rest of their walk.
Bread and politics were officially the bane of Suzanna's eye by the time the two girls mounted the stairs. If she so much as mentioned banquets again there would be hell to pay. Suzanna decided. Not a word, of course, about what she had dragged Suzanna across town for.
Suzanna gravitates instantly to the bedroom to get rid of her damn dress. She reappears in a sensible yellow jumper and seats herself across from where Valentina twiddled her hair.
Valentina just smiles for a moment and looks conspicuous, "It seems as though we will be doing some redecorating." She says softly. This made Suzanna cock her head. She tries ever so desperately not to hit the girl across from her, even though it was so tempting. Just smile.
"We talk while we work?"
"Certainly." Valentina flashes a winning smile and gets up, "So, where do I sleep?"
"Sleep?" Suzanna asked in bewilderment.
The other girl rolls her eyes, "Well we're not going right now, tomorrow night right? Hey, it's like we're having another sleepover!"
Suzanna freezes in terror. "The door to the left." She choked out.
"Thanks." Valentina replied breezily, walking across the room decisively. She pokes her head out of the door one last time and asks: "Jammies?"
Suzanna nearly falls over, "In the dresser." She said. Whatever happens, there will be no pillow fights.
--
As promised, the spent the entire day tearing apart Suzanna's apartment. Valentina learned very quickly that there was a fine line between moving her sofa and touching her books, they got along better after that was established. It was 6:00 p.m when the pink headed girl was finally tired enough of vandalizing to speak her first peep about where they were going. So, as planned, Suzanna phoned up a sleepy sounding Bram and they were on their way to an old warehouse at the edge of town.
Said warehouse wasn't nearly as creepy as Valentina made it out to be. It was quite industrial actually. Bram sauntered towards them, grinning buoyantly.
"What?" Suzanna asked sharply. She shifted her weight in her latex suit.
Bram coughed, "Your outfit?" He said, while holding back laughter.
Valentina took that time to defend her honor. "She's the one who left the house in it. I take no responsibility!" She held up her palms like the true deserter that she was.
"It's an honest to goodness battle suit guys, show some respect!"
Bram continued cracking up. "In heels?"
"Well she has always been fond of making an image for herself while hunting vampires." Valentina interjects. Suddenly the conversation derailed. Bram's jaw dropped.
"Wait... What?" He stuttered.
Valentina was getting a slap for that one
Suzanna shot her a glare. "It's what I do." She said slowly. Bram carefully eyed her.
"You mean you kill people for a living!" He said, horrified.
"I didn't say people."
And that's when the conversation train went completely off the tracks and burst into flames. Valentina cleared her throat in an attempt to clear the air of figurative smoke.
"So, why don't we take a look inside!" She said, full of injected cheerfulness.
"Sure."
"Lets go."
Bram and Suzanna avoided looking at each other. They walked into the warehouse, and it was immediately determined that the place was not what it seemed from the outside.
First and foremost was the smell. Secondly, after Suzanna's eyes would finally open, it was the corpses. Thirdly, after the initial horror wore off, it was the caged vampires. Bram let off a squeak as he noticed, and raced to the bars.
She watched him look in sorrowfully, "What is this place?" He asked in a guarded tone.
Valentina was unfazed by the sights and smells, "This is the main test facility used by the company to create their private army..."
Suzanna was shocked speechless. Well I wanted a conspiracy...
Bram went by the cages numbly. The vampires wouldn't meet his eyes; none of them had any hope of being rescued anymore. They were just left in there to rot with a few decaying corpses to satiate their thirst.
"... They are the ultimate products of years of research and development, used as spies and assassins to do the bidding of the Company." Valentina continued on, eyes blank. "When they are loose, they wreak havoc. They eat and turn everything that doesn't die every single chance they get while not under the complete control of the Company. They will always come home though. It's something none of them can help."
Suzanna squeezed her fists. "What on earth do you want me to do about this?" She exclaimed.
"Kill them." She answered frigidly.
"No!" Bram shouted, breaking the silence and making both women turn. "You can't. These-- people, they have lives that matter too."
"Did you not hear a word of what I said?" Valentina snapped, "These monsters are killing for sport when they aren't killing for appeasement. Why on earth would you want to keep them alive?"
He heaved for breath, "Because killing them would be just like killing me."
Valentina put her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Bram, these vampires have been gone for far too long, you haven't, you can still be saved. They are nothing like you."
"What makes you say tha--"
SLAM
"Who's down there!"
Jacob Victor storms out of the loft and looks down at them spitefully. "Why Valentina, what on earth are you doing here?" He asks genially. There was a hint of venom back there that Suzanna caught. He continues, "And you've brought your friends! Exactly what I've told you never to do. Wonderful."
Valentina shifts her weight. Obviously she had not planned for this. "Well brother, I was bringing them here to recruit! They want to join your army, and you simply must let them."
Jacob mused this to himself for a moment, "I suppose that means a little test is in order, hmm?" He pushes a lever that springs the doors of the cages surrounding them. The vampires crawl out slowly.
Good, it's finally time to do some fighting. This is probably a serious addiction that needed counselling, actually. A vampire sprun right into her boot, she kicked it backwards. It was all so easy. The next attacker came from behind, she swung a leg down and sent her into the concrete. Equally satisfying.
The next one she caught with a round house punch, but the remaining vampire woman caught her in the gut. She looked familiar actually, but taht was quickly forgotten as she put the woman on her back with a straight leg kick directly upwards. Those always catch them off guard. Suzanna finally catches a glance of her companions, Bram looked only semi scarred for life, and Valentina looked fine. Suzanna observed the loft; it seemed as though Jacob had managed to walk out on her while she was fighting. Figures.
Suzanna was the first to race up the stairs, her companions followed slower; Bram, lagging behind observing the carnage, and Valentina just taking her time. They enter a vast laboratory covered with apparatuses of different shapes and sizes. Jacob faces one of them, his back turned to her.
He says in a resounding voice, "So as my sister was lying, what are you intruders really here for?" His finger circled one of the gauges. Valentina scoffed at the comment.
Suzanna ignored her and went ahead, "I'm here to take you down!" She said hesitantly.
Jacob was whip fast, "Says who? My sister? If she lied to me she would lie to you. Think about that for a second before you trust her so readily."
Suzanna paused. "Well I don't agree with what you're doing to these vampires." She said with more resolve.
He laughed. "Better than how you just beat them senseless? Face it Suzanna, you're on the wrong side." He shifted his weight to one leg. "You can sound the alarm on me if you want, but it won't make any difference."
Suzanna was left confused. About to make another jab at his self esteem, she found her voice wouldn't respond. The room went silent as her legs gave. She could see his lips moving in laughter as she went to the ground in a heap. Her body was numb, and her vision, blurring. The last thing she saw were unreadable red eyes above her, those too faded into complete darkness.
NOTE: The exert from the previous chapter (which is located above the first picture) is not included in the word count (which I managed to nail! Who knew cleaning up sloppy sentence structure could knock so many words off?