A Drink...

The Vampires appeared from the shadows immediately blending in with the normal folk of the Chateau, causing no alarm nor attention to themselves as they sat littered about the room, scattered amongst themselves. They were seeking their tasty little delicacies to feed on in the midnight tavernesque environment. Their eyes were glazed and sharp, skimming over the attractive bodies of the alluring witches that just so happened to have been in the bar at the time. It seemed like one pair even knew each other.

Witch, with a sharp stare: ... Vladic.

Vampire, with a smug grin: ... Rebecca.

There seemed to be some tension between the two of them for some reason. Perhaps because despite how they were pretending nothing was going on outside, they knew for a fact that it was going to eventually destroy them if they tried to run or do anything to agitate or call upon the Living Shadow's presence.

Vladic: ... I suppose you're not looking to catch up, from the look on your face.

Rebecca: ... Save it. I just didn't expect to see you... here... *eyes darting around shyly* ... Especially not at this time.

Vladic: ... You look nervous, girl. Afraid this may be your time, or is it just because of our history?

Rebecca, scoffing, "What's it to ya? It may be a little of both."

It was clear that there was static and tension between the two of them that was different from the one that was in the air, made clear of some sort of history that the two of them shared that they probably weren't willing to share. For whatever reason, it seemed that they were both reluctant to dig it up, yet were fine with barely scratching the surface. Vlad took a drink. "Sit, let's catch up..." He chuckled, Rebecca sliding into the seat next to him, "... Might as well, eh?" He chuckled again, taking another sip.

Rebecca seemed a little reluctant to talk. She was worried about what was going to happen to the rest of them now. "Do you think it'll strike here? In front of all these people?" Vladic looked around, perusing the crowd, then chuckled and took another drink, "... Nah. I think these guys here are more innocent." Swirling his glass in his hand, he knew for a fact that some of his Vampire kin around here weren't so, though. "... But you never know. You know it could come at any time... And always hit its mark." He didn't seem as nervous about the situation as Rebecca, though, and it was very clear by the expression on her face. He snickered. "Why? You uh... You got something you're worried about?"

Rebecca frowned, "No!!" she said immediately, knowing it was a lie but not wanting Vlad to be right, "... I just... Don't know what's going to happen, so I'm a little concerned. That's all." She looked down to the bar table and tapped her finger nervously, thinking deeply.

Vlad: ... Puh. Whatever. *sip* You just know if you get caught, you're dead.

Rebecca: Shut up, Vlad!!

She pushed him a bit and huffed angrily, her worry only intensifying because she knew that he might be right. "... Well, don't you think it would be best to at least TRY to escape?"

Vlad: To where? The open street where it can see us more clearly? No thanks. *sips, finishes drink.* Besides, I think it's just better if we're in a crowd mixed in with people who are innocent because it makes it harder for us to be detected.

Rebecca, nodding her head,"True... But do you think it really matters, though?"

Vladic, now bursting into hysterical laughter, "NOPE!!!"

Rebecca was confused, taken aback by his rather swift answer and the conviction in his answer, feeling a little bit uneasy. "W-why not...?"

A slender, yet oh so sinister grin slid upon Vlad's face under the cover of his empty glass, the shine of which refracted through the curved shape of his crystal goblet. He leaned over to her ear and whispered sensually,


Immediately, as she sensed a chill of pleasure and fear down her spine that it was a trap to get the last few witches that thought to hide in the buildings. "Ca... Cahoots..." She could barely get her thoughts together before he sunk his teeth as deep into her neck as a knife in her back, with a twisted smile on his face as he looked at her from the corner of his eyes into hers; the last part of her body to be paralyzed specifically so she would look into his eyes as he did it... From the corner.

"AND SCREAM LIKE A BANSHEE!!!" he cried out with a sense of malicious satisfaction, darkness pouring from the robes of each of the Vampire brethren that had gathered there on that night, snatching up each and every life that was not innocent once their Vampire Overlord, Thanytoz, had given them the signal. Each of the others all chimed in, "Make you jump out of your SKIN!" After sinking their fangs into each of the remaining populace that was under the influence of wickedness, they would partake of their flesh and tear it to bits, as vampires were known to do. "This is Halloween! Everybody SCREAM!!!"

Each of the residents knew what that meant, and there was no escaping their fate. The doors locked in the darkness as suddenly, with their last breaths, they shrieked in horror, their souls being sucked from their very throats the moment they did so and into their Night Owl assailants. Vampires were known to have armies and legions of undead and supernatural beings under them, which most of the other Fae weren't able to escalate... Save for many the occasional powerful Witch, and even then, it didn't involve numerous different kinds of creatures... Just their familiars and maybe some students. No, the Vampires took the top for a reason... And now, they were about to use their Mind Control to force their new paralyzed dummies to partake in the final bit of the show before being led to the slaughter. "Won't you please make way for a very special guy?"

The Zombie Army and the Ghosts that possessed them flocked to the seats from the shadows of the Vampires' robes, all facing the center stage that everyone in the bar could see. With the Zombies and Ghosts seated and in place, many shadowy animals sprouted from the overflowing robes and took their places on the walls and dark crevices of the room, gazing as the eyes of the Witches in the shadows, since their essences were spread back into their Animals and were no longer they, themselves. All the wild beasts then said in unison, once they were in place, "Won't You Please Make Way For A Very Special Guy?" Suddenly, the song that they could all bond with came together in a manner akin to the nature of their town, bringing all of them together in harmony with a bond of Trickery, Fear and Chance that they could all respect about themselves and others, their skill and notoriety not unknown nor disrespected by any other.

"Now That Jack Is King Of The Pumpkin Patch, Everyone Hail To The Pumpkin King Now!" Their voices resounded, as if knowing that something spectacular was coming in the finale, even if all such horribleness was happening to them right now. The very essence of 'Trick or Treat' based on what they'd done, waiting for the next surprise that may jump out at them in the darkness from their King returning home. "This Is Halloween! This Is Halloween!" They even went so far as to clap their hands and sing as a congregation in a sort of unity that was unknown to these type of selfless, roguish, shady, dark individuals, their fervor rising the more they sang.


Suddenly, the Vampires all rose from their seats, slowly ascending into the air and silence filling the room out of respect and anticipation. *In This Town...* they whispered quietly to the masses as they lined the front of the stage, *We Call Home...* they smiled, revealing their bloodied fangs with a smile of anticipation equivalent to the ones in their seats, since even they didn't know what was going to happen when he appeared; which was the best part about their Overlord.

The darkness blanketed her like a Dream Robe of Black Velvet wings, hugging her tightly and protecting her as long as she didn't fight its influence. It would remain upon her back as it had always been since she first came to this world as Friday the First, and carry her always back to the one who gave her that Living Shadow that supported her through the next 12 after her. From his embrace, she would emerge from the Black Wings of Thanytoz as naught but a mere thought; a dream that he'd long since envisioned that was now, through his touch, coming to be.



She never was one for that much attention, even at spectacles such as this one. Already flexing her control a little, she would gaze at the entire crowd that had just come together in brotherly love and tell them straight up with a dark passion,


All she needed to do was see the end of the show. She was tired and the streets were filled with blood from everyone that had just been slaughtered, and it was clear that they were going to have to clean up this mess. "Clean yourselves up." Last she remembered, most of them were still splattered all over the pavement. Last she checked, in the Spirit World, you always had to clean up your messes that you made, lest you suffer some sort of horrible curse on your soul that is your very being in the afterlife. Plus, she totally wanted some alone time with Thanytoz and didn't even feel like being nice about it. She was totally done with all that. Pointing to the exit, she would lift them all from their seats and hurl them outside into the bloody mess that they had to clean up. "Don't kill yourselves again trying to figure out how to conceive working together to get a POSITIVE goal accomplished." She snickered, turning to Thanytoz with a stale face.

"Successful capture, General," she'd say, now feeling comfortable enough to take off her hood and be a little more expressive and informal, which she found difficult to do with a lot of people. There was a wicked hot smirk on her face as she chuckled grimly, "Barely know what hit em." As it should be.