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Janey Belle
 
8/12 11:25PM
Night. No sun, less light. Only the moon and the city lights. It was the perfect environment for a girl like her. Her long dark hair, that perfect, pearly white skin, those full lips… And hot damn, was she stacked! How brazenly she walked around, too, on the street corners, looking like a snack, clearly drawing attention in that white fur coat and the red ‘dress’ that was underneath, if a combination of sheer fabric and mesh that barely covered the ‘sensitive’ areas could be called a dress. Oh, sure! It would be naive to think that people hadn’t caught on. How many people had been killed even after all that madness ended? Too many. Did people notice? Yes. But did they notice enough to care more about their safety? So far… no. Because she attracted a certain kind of person. The kind of guy that just says ‘fuck it’ and follows her down the alley to get some. But then, what did she do every time? If she didn’t just kill them, she wounded them and let them run. And they always liked to run to the one place they thought they were safe, but weren’t always able to get there in time… That was one of those nights. The glamour had dropped, and the gangrenous flesh of the zombie tramp replaced porcelain skin, and angry eyes of gluttony replaced false eyes of lust. Her hand raked across his chest, scratching him deep, and he stumbled back, clutching at the wound and gasping. And then he screamed and ran. Janey laughed.
 
“Yes, yes, run along! Bleed out a little for me, get all those yummy fight or flight juices pumping! Sweat a little bit!” Did people hear them? The screams of a man that feared death, and the death dealer herself? Of course. But he wasn’t screaming ‘fire’, like they taught you in school. He was screaming “HELP! HELP ME! ITS HER!” Dipshit… As if anyone was gonna listen to him if he played the pronoun game.
 
The Other
 
8/12 11:29PM
“I’ll save you, hapless citizen!” Proclaimed The Other, prancing out of the shadows in a ridiculous Batman-esque outfit. With a weird, utterly un-heroic shriek, the prettyboy in the superhero getup raced towards the zombie tramp and the man she was pursuing. “Fear not, thy rescue is at hand!”
 
Janey Belle
 
8/12 11:32PM
Or… maybe someone was listening. Unexpectedly. That made Janey cross. Did she ever really run while chasing prey? On occasion. Usually she just let them tire themselves out by panicking so they bled out faster, then she swooped in. It was like being a Terminator; slow and steady won the race. The poor, blueballed sap she’d injured was already stumbling as he just about sobbed in utter thankfulness. “OH! Oh thank GOD! Its HER! That… that… That prostitute they say that EATS people’s DICKS!”
 
The Other
 
8/12 11:40PM
“Oh, the horror!” gasped The Other, somehow managing to clap both of his hands to his face in shock… while also continuing to run at full speed. It looked more than a little silly. “Well, fear not, good citizen; I shall take responsibility for this calamity that has befallen you, and deliver you from this danger!” Closing the distance between him and the screaming man at a considerable velocity, The Other leaped, taking a moment to pose heroically in midair, before suddenly spinning into a roundhouse kick… which he delivered to the fleeing man’s jaw. With an audible ‘CRACK’, the poor guy would be hurled to the ground, skidding cruelly across the pavement. The Other landed gracefully on one foot, frozen for a moment before lowering his other one. “…Oops,” he said in a dull monotone, his hammy act dropped the instant the man hit the ground. He looked at Janey, a somewhat apologetic expression on his pretty face. “Sorry if I ruined the ‘chase’ part of your kill, but I’m not feeling very patient tonight. Could I have a word while you eat?”
 
Janey Belle
 
8/12 11:48PM
“…What?” Janey had slowed down to a steady stroll before she’d seen the guy coming in to do what she had expected – meddle. But he meddled in HER favor? The hell? No. “The FUCK?” She questioned him directly as she came up on the man lying there on the ground, and then at the man that had put him there. “You think an apology fixes the fact you ruined my dinner? I was getting him all warmed up, and you just… stopped the microwave AND unplugged it.” She scowled. “And for what? Are you one of those John’s that just pays a girl ‘to talk’?”
 
The Other
 
8/12 11:53PM
“Fuck no. Believe it or not, I’m here to talk business.” The Other bared his sharp teeth in something that might’ve been a grin. Maybe. “He’s not a pizza pop. Humans taste just as good plain as they do warmed up and seasoned. Fuck it; if you want a sweaty guy – ugh, by the way – I’ll find you some other joe, or I’ll even pick this guy up off the ground and pump a little more energy into him. Long as you hear me out.”
 
Janey Belle
 
8/12 11:57PM
“Honestly, it isn’t about the flavor so much as the situation.” Janey liked the fear most of all. The sensation, the rush, the pleasure of knowing she was the one taking someone’s life. The hopelessness, the defiance, the disbelief, the acceptance, the horror, the struggle, the sadness… She relished in that. Brains, bone, meat… Flesh? He was right. It didn’t matter. “I don’t take charity, and I’m not something you buy.” Janey walked up to what used to be her prey, and she just knelt down, putting a hand on his back… and shoving her hand through him to get at his heart, which she ripped out unceremoniously. She held it in her hand, which started to glow, and with a simple uttering of a foul curse, the dead man on the ground writhed and started to rise. “If he can’t be food, he can be a pet. Now, you have nothing over me. But, seeing as how you’re BEGGING for my attention… I’ll give it to you.”
 
The Other
 
00:03AM
“Jeez… what a demeaning way to put it. But begging is close enough to what I’m doing, so sure. I’ll, ah, graciously thank you for your attention.” He eyed the heart in her hand… hungrily, for a moment, before his eyes flickered back to take in her form. Curiously enough, they focused neither on her tits or ass, but rather her musculature – before snapping back up to her eyes. “So – walk with me, would you? S’a good night for walking. Nice moon. – I’m sort of looking to influence Hellifynian politics a bit. Sorta shake things up. And maybe create superficial planetwide peace while I’m at it, buuuut…” He tilted his head, eyes still dull. “Level with me, miss Zombie Tramp; how much do you care about politics?”
 
Janey Belle
 
00:11AM
“Walk AND talk? Damn, maybe I should charge you…” Clearly, Janey was annoyed. She wasn’t a patient woman, but she was willing to play along until he more deliberately, purposefully, or even accidentally pissed her off in a major way. Her new thrall got up off the ground and lurched behind her, following along dutifully as she decided she wasn’t above taking a short walk. But, already she didn’t know if this was worth wasting time for. “Politics? I’ve blew my fair share of a dozen or so senators, congressmen, and city councilmen when I was among the living. But did I give a shit about what they had to say about world peace, feeding the poor, or taxing the rich?” She scoffed. “Fuck no. I don’t care about politics. Last time I even kinda gave a small shit was when that Giovanni guy made this place into a town I could actually ‘live’ in. Of fuckin’ course, though, everyone and their mom pitched a bitch fit at all the mass death and shit went back to normal…” It was half a pout. She had just enjoyed being witness to the slaughter, is all.
 
The Other
 
00:15AM
“Yeah. Trouble with Giovanni, was that he went and tried to take over the world. And it only takes a cursory glance at Hellifynian history to know that trying to pull that shit never turns out well. Only guy who got close was Plainview, and we all know how that song and dance ended.” The Other cracked his head and snapped his finger, causing a One to appear between his fingers. “Charge me if you like. I can pay. And as to politics, that’s pretty much what I thought you would say. Excellent – so you really don’t care what sort of shit we end up in, as long as it’s shit you can exist in comfortably. That correct?”
 
Janey Belle
 
00:19AM
“Yeah, I don’t know that Broadway number, sorry.” Plainview? “World domination is a movie plotline, so if he got fiction and real life twisted, that’s his fault… I don’t care.” But… there was a facial tick in Janey’s face. The right corner of her face got rather… tense, like something between a snarl and a grin for half a second, but… she didn’t lose her shit. “I. Don’t. Want. Your. Money.” The IDEA of it offended her. It had been a joke, and yet? He seemed to be the guy that just was willing to throw money around because he could. She’d seen so many. Too many. TOO many. “And NO. Incorrect. WHAT world can I be in that is gonna let ME be comfortable? What the fuck do you think I am?!”
 
Twain X
 
00:23AM
The door swings wide allowing a rather edgy character in. Edge lord here, with all those spikes and the full-face mask. Eyes hidden behind LED speckled goggles, the twin X’s where his peepers should be only added to the edginess. It was so edgy, it had to be intentional at this point. The man strode in, boots thumping heavily upon the hardwood. Six and a half foot put him above average, but not quite out there, but his weight seemed a bit on the heavy side. Quite dense, this one. “Heeeeey, barkeep… how about we start up a tab? I could use a drink. Whiskey, neat, curly straw.” Edge lord indeed.
 
The Other
 
00:26AM
“Something tells me now that I’ve ruined your dinner, you’re really eager to get mad at me.” The Other turned back to face her. “Plainview. Guy who tried to take over the world before Giovanni did it. History repeating itself and all that shit.” He was still calm, refusing to get excited even while she cussed him out. “You didn’t like that trick with the money, hm? Sorry – comes with my sort of territory. Won’t pull that again, raccoon’s honour.” What the fuck did that even mean? He actually smiled a little as he flicked his hand and the one vanished. “Noted. Actually, I’d ask you the same thing. What kind of world COULD you be comfortable in?” It’s a genuine question. He’s not making fun of her, and not being a dick… well, not as much of a dick as he could be.
 
Twain X
 
00:26AM
Stamped between the man’s shoulder blades on the studded leather vest, was the number 691. Just like the rest of his wardrobe, its stark white contrasted with the only other available, non steel color; black. When Harry returned with the drink, including a hot pink, very curly straw, the X-eyes blinked into heart shapes. “ooh la la.”
 
Janey Belle
 
00:35AM
There was an obvious tightness to Janey’s jaw as the guy kept talking. She really wasn’t patient. And he wasn’t incorrect; she had a base case of the hangry, on top of just not having a lot of patience, and he had ruined her dinner. Speaking of dinner, Janey looked at her new drooling pet, and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Hey, Lurch. Go eat the first pair of tits you see.” A snap of her fingers, and the undead man went dawdling off to go eat. At least she could cause someone else suffering while she suffered this. “What world? A world where I’ve slowly, but surely, killed, eaten, or made all of you jackasses suffer. A world where I’d feel like all the shit I’ve gone through was repaid a billion million infinite times. A world where I can sit in the dark, sleep, or lose my fuckin’ mind at how happy I am that ALL you JACKASSES are DEAD. So, again. What the fuck do you think I am? Because I ain’t some poor, sad, misunderstood creature just barely scraping by!”
 
Twain X
 
00:39AM
“Bogey coming your way.” Twain 691 muttered under his breath. As the undead … thing… made its way to an exit, an exact copy of Edge Lord #691 is entering, arms crossed. Seems the man was not going to let the zomboi grab his midnight snack. This second clone’s number, for those who would be able to see his back, was 552, quite the spread from his counterpart.
 
The Other
 
00:42AM
“Of course you’re not. I wouldn’t be talking to you if you were some poor misunderstood creature, or anything along those lines. Although, to be honest, understanding your motivations would be pretty helpful. You literally just want everyone dead? That’s it?” The Other seemed disappointed, if anything. “Why?” While the notion wasn’t alien to him – far from it – it also wasn’t a very moveable standpoint
 
Janey Belle
 
00:48AM
“Why? Because you deserve it.” She adjusted her fur coat for a moment, looking at her feet. “I go to an early grave? Other people do, too. What’s the meaning of life? What’s the meaning of death? What’s the meaning of anything?” A scoff. “People ask those questions all the time. Well, I got a philosophy for your ass – doesn’t mean shit. And if it doesn’t mean shit, then… well. Might as well be dead.” Her voice soured as she went on; she thought she was hard, but she wasn’t. She was just… embittered. Soured. Rotten. There was true pain behind her voice, a pain that couldn’t end because she was cursed, irredeemably so. “I got the time. I got the power. I got the appetite. And I got the will. So. I’ll do it. I AM doing it. Slowly. Bit by bit, piece by piece. And the living kill each other all the time, make my work easier… Shit.” She managed a spiteful laugh. “Someone’ll probably beat ME to it, and THEY might be alive.”
 
Twain X
 
00:50AM
*Just pointing out, Twain 552 is blocking “Lurch.”*
 
Janey Belle
 
00:52AM
As for poor Lurch… He pouted. None of these guys had tits. He just tried to continue on his sad way, mumbling and whining. He wanted to chew on someone’s funbags! Dudes didn’t have funbags! And if he just bit on their nipples… that’d be kind of… homosexual. Not that there was anything WRONG with that! He was totally progressive in life and in death! But… that wasn’t his thang. Hop-Along Cassidy just tried to move past them like a guy trying to walk confidently into a club after his friend that just got in.
 
Twain X
 
00:52AM
691 had unplugged a stud from his mask to poke the straw through. Of course the Edge Lord was not going to remove his mask to drink – no, that would be too civilized! The X’s on his LED goggles watch the room, unblinking though slightly pulsating as if the connection were less than optimal. “Hmm. Nice drink. I was expecting something less… pure.” He had been to a lot of pig swills with watered down drinks.
 
The Other
 
00:59AM
“You’re wrong,” The Other said blandly, not sounding embittered – just passionless. “Life means as much as you want it to. As much as you decide it does. If you think it’s meaningless, that’s fine, but it’s objectively not true for everyone. Even immortals die; at the end of everything, when Destiny closes the door on all this shit, Death will kill him and herself. But while we’re here, it’s up to us to give meaning to our little existences.” He looked at her, suddenly very grim, eyes flashing. “If I were to kill you right now – cut off your head, rip out your guts, burn your remains and chuck the ashes into a black hole – would you really not care at all? If existence is that empty for you, why even take the trouble to kill people?” He folded his arms and looked up. Really was a nice night for a walk. Not so much to be discussing personal philosophies with an embittered zombie, but… beggars couldn’t be choosers. She really was all the company he had right now.
 
Janey Belle
 
01:05AM
“Well, I want it to mean nothing.” She meant it. If live meant nothing, then that meant she hadn’t lost so much. It meant that the people she’d lost were just as much disposable trash as anyone else. “You’re all as equal in your shitty, pointless lives as you are in your shitty, pointless deaths. Fuck it.” She stretched a little, putting her arms behind her head and letting her fur coat fall open. “Play pretend for all I fuckin’ care. Means you have more to lose when I chomp down. I like the look in people’s eyes as they realize what they’re going to miss in those last few moments. And no. I wouldn’t care. Since, apparently, there’s more to people than meat.” She pointed after ‘Lurch’. “I own his soul now. And mine is cursed. Believe me, I figure there’s some way to get my soul out of this mortal plane and damned to Hell. But I don’t know it. And since I can’t leave? I’ll make everyone else move out.”
 
Twain X
 
01:10AM
“Woah, and people call me edgy.” Of course, he did not think as much… maybe. 691 had focused his goggled gaze on Janey, curly straw still hanging from his studded mask. “You know, you could just find something to entertain yourself. Video games, booze, pot, bit of the devil’s dust, porn, sex, Disney marathons…”
 
“For greatest effect, try them in that order, then go backwards.” 552 chimed in a moment after.
 
The Other
 
01:17AM
“Going to hell is easy, Janey. Once you realize how much worse it is than here, though, it’s getting back that’s the issue.” The Other smirked. “Poor Lurchy. Why keep him walking? He’s a useless, unthinking pawn.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “You know there’s more to people than meat. There’s more to you than dead meat, for that matter; like I said, if that weren’t the case, we wouldn’t be talking. That look in people’s eyes as they die is proof enough. Something makes them want to keep living, in a way different from animals.” The Other’s eyes narrowed as he looked at 691. “You don’t need to add to my dickery. I’m awful enough on my own.” He sighed and stepped back, running a hand through his long, spiky hair. “I’d offer to send you to Hell myself, but you said you don’t take charity, so… never mind that. Besides, if I do that, my only company will be curly straw here.” He chuckled. “Fuck… look at that. I might as well be one of those talking Johns, for all the productiveness this talk has earned us so far.”
 
Twain X
 
01:18AM
“Hey, don’t be jealous. It takes innovative thinking to drink whiskey through one of these bad boys.” One of the X’s turned into a dash line. That was definitely supposed to be a wink at the Other.
 
Janey Belle
 
01:22AM
“There’s not a single thing in Hell that I think is worse than what I’ve already been through.” What was in Hell? Reliving worst mistakes? Torture? Living through worse mistakes? Suffering what she’d done to others? Did any of that really match up? Did it? Could it? She didn’t think so. “Look, dude… Are you done? Because I’d like to go get something to eat. What were you trying to pitch, anyway? Some kind of team-up? Did you wanna use me for some kinda dumb, cheesy, self-righteous, or nefarious goal? Or was this all some kind of long wind up to a booty call? Because I don’t do any of those.”
 
Twain X
 
01:27AM
“Aww. Booty calls are the best.” 552 was following in 691’s foot steps, removing a mask-stud to jab something into his mouth without removing the entire mask. Instead of a curly straw, it was a short filtered cigarette, already lit and smoldering with its unpleasant odor. Where the smoke went once he exhaled was… unknown.
 
The Other
 
01:33AM
“Booty call?” The Other looked faintly disgusted. “…Let’s never go down that road. And as a matter of fact, I do want to use you in some kinda dumb cheesy self-righteous AND nefarious goal. Imagine that.” He held up a hand, and a greenish, decaying skull bubbled out of the flesh of his palm, in a curiously similar way to how the money had. “I won’t tell you exactly what it is I’m trying to do in the long run yet; I doubt you’d care, anyway. However, I do have something to offer you. Power, if you want it.” He smiled a little. “To be more specific – necromancy. I saw you use it on Lurch. If you like, I could teach you to do some really crazy shit. No, this is not a scam. Yes, I am offering this to you for free. Don’t forget to add breadsticks and a combo for… oh, never mind. So yeah – you’re a necromancer. I can make you a more powerful necromancer. Or a more powerful anything, if you want it.” The Other tilted his head. “Sound interesting at all?
 
Twain X
 
01:38AM
“Or… I could give you a ten course meal.” 691 stated before sipping the rest of his whiskey up through the straw. The glass was sat upon the bar, but the straw remained, like a broken mosquito proboscis.
 
Janey Belle
 
01:39AM
“Nope.” It might seem a bit ridiculous, yes. Here she was, having just admitted that she wanted to kill the world to make it a better place. But she was turning down an opportunity for power? Why was that? Well. It was simple. What reason did she have to think he could really offer her more power? What did she need with more power? ‘Teach her to do some really crazy shit’? She’d done enough on her own, and would do more. On her own. “My dad used to tell me, ‘Girl, when a strange man offers you ANYTHING free of charge, he’s full of horseshit’. So. You’re full of horseshit.” She didn’t need help with power when she had a whole book of it to herself that she’d barely scratched the surface of. She didn’t need help with power when she wasn’t obsessed with it; she had enough to feed herself and ruin a handful to a baker’s dozen amount of lives at any time. Did she need more than that? No.
 
Twain X
 
01:41AM
“That one’s got spunk.” 552 chortled. 691 nodded to the other Twain clone. “Right? Kinda digging it… if it wasn’t for the… bleh-factor.”
 
The Other
 
01:48AM
“I’m really not full of horseshit.” A really lame denial, but he was in fact not. “However… I get the feeling that you are just too jaded and bitter to bite at anything I could offer you, no matter how useful, by virtue of the fact that you don’t actually give a shit about anything.” He wasn’t mad; this was all calmly and neutrally stated. In fact, The Other was smiling. “And yet, for some reason, you walked with me all this way, and kept talking to me the whole time. Why you did is beyond me, but if you turn down my offer, I will in effect have wasted a bunch of your time. Also, I will literally explode Lurch’s head with my mind for kicks. So, walk away or don’t, Janey Belle. I win either way, petty as it is.” What a fucking dick. “And… to be honest, I sort of like our philosophical back-and-forth, pointless as it may be. Believe it or not, you’re a sparkling conversationalist, despite your violent misanthropy.”
 
Janey Belle
 
01:58AM
“The idea…” Janey put on a smile now, and it was… abysmally sweet. Too sweet. Sweetness incarnate. She was dead, yes, but… she had a nice smile, as she took a step towards him. “That you need to ‘win’ against me, sweetheart… Well.” Her fur coat slipped off of her shoulders now, showing a dangerous amount of… well. Shoulder. Her ‘dress’ was strapless, and now that the shoulders were out, the monumental amount of cleavage was fully weaponized. It was probably illegal in some countries under penalty of death to be this hot, dead or alive, and to show this much skin while still being technically clothed. “It suggests a lack of balls. Or did they get so heavy that they fell out of the sack?” She pouted this time, poking out her bottom lip as her thick eyelashes fluttered playfully. She was teasing him, especially as that sweet as pie, absolutely awful smile came back onto her lips, and a lighthearted GIGGLE came out of her mouth as they parted. “C’mon now… Of course I walked with you! Such a handsome, important, POWERFUL man like you… all he wanted was someone by his side! All the other women, they’ve probably grown distant, right? Left you behind, moved on, or forgotten you? Did you want someone to hang off your arm? A squeeze? Some poor young thing to spend time with, tutor, groom… make into a REAL woman?”
 
Twain X
 
02:07AM
The pair of clones were watching this scene play out. It was amazing… funny… dramatic… climactic! “Did we-” – “-walk into a soap operah of gods and the undead? I think so.” The pair chattered back and forth, amused. Somehow, they had both ended up with a drink, though the smoking clone just held his for the moment. He only had one stud out, and that was plugged by the bent cancer stick.
 
The Other
 
02:13AM
The Other’s eyes gleamed with amusement as she mocked him. “Oof. OOF. If I cared at all about people’s perception of my masculinity, I might get angry. You certainly are talented in getting people to hate you, but, you know, I think I pity you too much for that.” He returned her smile, just as nasty as her own, with his ugly yellow fangs now poking down over his bottom lip. “Poor Janey. Unlife sucks and she wants everyone else to be just as sad and empty as her. Cut me a fuckin’ break. You can’t damage my pride, because such useless things mean nothing to me, except as a way to get idiots to do what I want.” The Other tilted his head and giggled himself a little. “There have been no other women, dearie. I could care less about bitches hanging off me.” Suddenly, he smacked a hand to his forehead and cackled out loud “Fuck! You’re wasting my time, now. Well-played, actually.” He grinned at the clones. “Fuck you, and you. It really is Soap Opera starring Janey and The Other guy at this point.” He waved his hand at the zombie dismissively. “Jeez, you make me sound like some midlife-crisis gangster wannabe. All I want is superficial peace on Hellifyno, and to maybe fuck up a few gods while I’m at it.”
 
Janey Belle
 
02:20AM
“Oh, boo-hoo! He can’t even admit that he wants his own little Pretty Woman pet project!” Janey covered her mouth and let out another GIGGLE. It was awful, and yet, it was totally an act that some men had gobbled up. “He saw a streetwalker, strutting her stuff, getting it from anyone that would give it, and he thought he’d be the knight in shining armor…” Now she was walking circles around him, the circle getting tighter with each step until she was standing right next to him. “He talks about not having pride to damage… But I know when I smell hubris.” She sniffed the air around him, and let out a gentle moan. “Mmm… Because only the prideful think they can make a difference.” And then her voice fell again, into a grumble, a growl, a hiss… many voices speaking at once, all of them Janey. “You thought I was something you could buy, if not with food, then with money, if not with money, with opportunity, if not with opportunity, with power… Talked shit about Giovanni, hmm? As naive as world domination sounds… at least he brought the world closer to what I want. He could’ve asked anything of me, if we’d met, and I’d have heard him out…” She laughed, a dry, awful sound. “I might be a cunt… a big, used, dried up, awful, rotten cunt… but at least I’m not a pussy.”
 
Twain X
 
02:32AM
“Well that’s a very gross visual.” Both clones stated this with mere miliseconds difference in their voices.
 
The Other
 
02:33AM
“Don’t moan in my ear. That’s just weird.” The Other snickered, but made no move to push her away, or to move himself. Pushing her away would mean she had gotten to him. Moving away would mean she could maneuver him where she wanted. So he would just stand there, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his pretty face. “Don’t malign me, either, talking about me ‘wanting women’. You’re just making shit up now, to try and push buttons that don’t exist.” His eyes narrowed… and yellowed. “You know, you’re right in some ways. Augustus Giovanni made a difference in the end, and I haven’t really yet. I’m talking a big game, and all I’ve got to back it up is a few million people’s blood on my hands and this eye of mine.” He reached up to thumb the strip of cloth tied around his forehead like a headband. “And you’re right about something else. I thought I could buy you with power. But you really are too much of a dumb, empty cunt to see a good opportunity passing you by. Or maybe-” His arm blurred as his clawed fingers snatched her chin, digging slightly into the dead flesh of her face. “-maybe you’re just too clever a girl to work for a deicidal, megalomaniacal would-be demagogue in a leather jacket. But the fact that you’re still taunting me, and moaning in my ear like a cheap whore, makes me wonder – are you enjoying yourself that much?”
 
Janey Belle
 
02:42AM
“I like to see jackassery up close..” The dead didn’t feel pain, so even as his claws snatched at her chin, she was hardly put off. She LEANED closer to him, in fact, a new grin on her face, ear to ear, full of hate and entertainment. “It makes it more delicious when they fall. If someone else gets to you? Good. But if I ever see you, or make you fall on your knees… I think I’d rather just see you dead than suffer.” Now she just started to cackle, to laugh right in his face. “You’re not gonna make it! Trust me. No one ever does… or they don’t last for long.” Her black hair seemed to be getting longer, ebony locks pooling at her feet… until it wasn’t hair anymore, just darkness into which she started to sink, vanishing ankle first. “But, like I said… I’m hungry. And I want some real brains on the table, not whatever waste of space you have between the ears. Ta-ta. Have fun with making a difference…” She was gone, white fur jacket and all. And her minion, poor Lurch? He keeled over dead before he could be blown to smithereens, his soul dragged kicking and screaming along with Janey to the unknown.
 
The Other
 
02:47AM
The Other smiled, eyes glinting darkly in the moonlight. “I think I will. Hope you choke on a bone, Janey Belle.” The Other looked at Lurch’s corpse, licking his lips for a moment… then decided to do the classy thing and not bite into someone else’s ghoul. Especially not -hers-. With a quiet chuckle, the dark-haired boy shoved his hands into his leather jacket’s pockets and turned to walk down a dark alley. What a surprise; tonight hadn’t been a total waste after all. If nothing else, he’d had a bit of fun.
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