The music pounded with an intense thunder that could be felt through your very soul. A mix of upbeat electronica and dubstep. People filling in every available square inch on the dance floor as the rhythm controlled them all.
Stepping into the VIP area as the door closed behind her with a heavy thunk, Zoe turned towards the small group gathered near the large glass window the made up the entire wall facing the club “It is always good to know my monetary contributions are spent wisely on such, beautiful things.”
His voice a hoarse whisper in the room as he walked closer towards her “I hope my men weren’t too rough with you?” The group at the window only regarded the small petite woman with an air of indifference as they began to move towards the posh, leather couches interspersed throughout the room. Zoe closed her eyes for only a moment as she took a deep breath before opening them once again “The Eye views your contributions have been, adequate.”
Something had felt wrong since she had entered the club, it was only a small twinge in the back of her mind as she turned to face the man who she for some reason knew. His name was Monte, or was the name he had given himself. “Adequate? I do this work for them and this is the fucking thanks in which they decide to thank me for.” She watched as the veins of his forehead begin to engorge as his rage slowly began to boil “Then they send me this bitch to tell me.”
She could hear his heart pounding within his chest, the whirling and rush of the blood screaming through his body slowly crept across her hearing “I’m sure we could come to an agreement in how to rectify this, Monte.”
The room seemed to have briefly shimmered as if her vision suddenly doubled “An agreement? Would you get a load of this Lumie bitch thinking she can garner some deal for her bosses.” the room erupted into a raucous roar of laughter “Nah, you see, shit works differently down here and just because those high and mighty blues think they own us.” Monte wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing tightly to prove his point “They are going to feel my fucking wrath, starting with you.”
The wall of glass shadowed as the room dimmed, allowing Monte’s deeds to be done in relative privacy. Straining against his iron grip Zoe struggled, pulling in vain at his fingers “You see how this bitch flops around like some fish.” She felt the eyes of everyone glued to her as the lack of oxygen began to creep over her “What I’m going to do is drop your lifeless body on the doorstep of that fucking shithole of a warehouse you assholes call an office then, I’m going to pick off any agents I see in this town.” His breath hot against her flesh as his lips brushed against her cheek “We’re going to have some fun with you though, I’m going….” suddenly his grip loosened enough as she sucked in a large gulp of air. She felt another presence in the room, unseen and hiding.
One of the members of the group sitting in the couchs suddenly began to scream as blood streamed from her eyes. As the others looked to her in absolute horror Zoe could feel herself look back to Monte. She felt his hand drop from her neck, his movements stiff and disjointed as he walked rather awkwardly over to the center of the room. Her throat no longer hurting as if him choking her had never happened. She walked over to him, raising an hand out as Monte fall to his knees, his back facing the horrified group no huddling in the farthest corner. “Your mistake was in thinking you had in power to wield what so ever.” The glint of a large dagger being drawn from under her shirt filled Monte’s eyes with a sudden realization of what was to come “A shame really as I did enjoy the sex.”
She slide the dagger slowly through his throat, the blade passing easily through flesh and muscle as it cut to the side off his spine. The stream of blood splashing against her legs “Don’t worry, they’ll won’t be leaving this room alive as well.” She looked up to the huddled group with a wicked grin on her face.
She had made two of them stand up, controlling their movements through her mastery of blood magic “Rip her throat out. the rest of you, lay on the floor.” She pulled the dagger from the now dead Monte and casually walked over to them. The two she controlled were viciously tearing at each others throats with their hand, covering themselves in the blood that poured from their wounds. Their movements becoming lethargic from the blood loss until they collapsed to the floor, the death quick.
The four remaining that were now laying on the floor, shaking to the sadistic butchering of Monte and the two others by this petite woman who now stood over them. “Be lucky I’m going to make this quick for you.” she said, grabbing the first one by the hair. Pulling his head up Zoe slide the dagger quickly across his neck. His body suddenly jerking as he tried to lift himself up “No no” she jokingly laughed as she sat down on his back, keeping his head tilted while she waited for him to die.
The three others lost their minds as they began to scream “Shut up.” throwing the dagger into the closest person’s head, the blade sunk deep into the skull “God dammit, shut the fuck up.” lifting her hand, palm up she closed it right. The remaining two went silent as both of their hearts had been crushed. They struggled ever so briefly to escape before dieing.
Standing up, Zoe slowly walked across the room towards the restroom. The light was dim as it slowly warmed up to a comfortable level. Letting the water run over her hands as the river of crimson flowed down the drain, she watched it with curiosity. After her hands were clean she splashed some water onto her face. Looking to the mirror. She gasped, it wasn’t her face staring back to her in the mirror. The face that stared to her was deathly pale, black veins shown in stark contrast “Hey there gorgeous”
Zoe sat up in bed, her gasping for air waking Emily who was just moments before sound asleep. She looked around her room, searching. A cold sweat washed over her “just a nightmare….” she said aloud. She looked over to the empty spot on the bed, Jerry was out on assignment and Emily had laid claim to his side. Laying back down Zoe closed her eyes. Hoping to clear her mind of the horrific nightmare and the vision of the face she saw.
Stepping into the VIP area as the door closed behind her with a heavy thunk, Zoe turned towards the small group gathered near the large glass window the made up the entire wall facing the club “It is always good to know my monetary contributions are spent wisely on such, beautiful things.”
His voice a hoarse whisper in the room as he walked closer towards her “I hope my men weren’t too rough with you?” The group at the window only regarded the small petite woman with an air of indifference as they began to move towards the posh, leather couches interspersed throughout the room. Zoe closed her eyes for only a moment as she took a deep breath before opening them once again “The Eye views your contributions have been, adequate.”
Something had felt wrong since she had entered the club, it was only a small twinge in the back of her mind as she turned to face the man who she for some reason knew. His name was Monte, or was the name he had given himself. “Adequate? I do this work for them and this is the fucking thanks in which they decide to thank me for.” She watched as the veins of his forehead begin to engorge as his rage slowly began to boil “Then they send me this bitch to tell me.”
She could hear his heart pounding within his chest, the whirling and rush of the blood screaming through his body slowly crept across her hearing “I’m sure we could come to an agreement in how to rectify this, Monte.”
The room seemed to have briefly shimmered as if her vision suddenly doubled “An agreement? Would you get a load of this Lumie bitch thinking she can garner some deal for her bosses.” the room erupted into a raucous roar of laughter “Nah, you see, shit works differently down here and just because those high and mighty blues think they own us.” Monte wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing tightly to prove his point “They are going to feel my fucking wrath, starting with you.”
The wall of glass shadowed as the room dimmed, allowing Monte’s deeds to be done in relative privacy. Straining against his iron grip Zoe struggled, pulling in vain at his fingers “You see how this bitch flops around like some fish.” She felt the eyes of everyone glued to her as the lack of oxygen began to creep over her “What I’m going to do is drop your lifeless body on the doorstep of that fucking shithole of a warehouse you assholes call an office then, I’m going to pick off any agents I see in this town.” His breath hot against her flesh as his lips brushed against her cheek “We’re going to have some fun with you though, I’m going….” suddenly his grip loosened enough as she sucked in a large gulp of air. She felt another presence in the room, unseen and hiding.
One of the members of the group sitting in the couchs suddenly began to scream as blood streamed from her eyes. As the others looked to her in absolute horror Zoe could feel herself look back to Monte. She felt his hand drop from her neck, his movements stiff and disjointed as he walked rather awkwardly over to the center of the room. Her throat no longer hurting as if him choking her had never happened. She walked over to him, raising an hand out as Monte fall to his knees, his back facing the horrified group no huddling in the farthest corner. “Your mistake was in thinking you had in power to wield what so ever.” The glint of a large dagger being drawn from under her shirt filled Monte’s eyes with a sudden realization of what was to come “A shame really as I did enjoy the sex.”
She slide the dagger slowly through his throat, the blade passing easily through flesh and muscle as it cut to the side off his spine. The stream of blood splashing against her legs “Don’t worry, they’ll won’t be leaving this room alive as well.” She looked up to the huddled group with a wicked grin on her face.
She had made two of them stand up, controlling their movements through her mastery of blood magic “Rip her throat out. the rest of you, lay on the floor.” She pulled the dagger from the now dead Monte and casually walked over to them. The two she controlled were viciously tearing at each others throats with their hand, covering themselves in the blood that poured from their wounds. Their movements becoming lethargic from the blood loss until they collapsed to the floor, the death quick.
The four remaining that were now laying on the floor, shaking to the sadistic butchering of Monte and the two others by this petite woman who now stood over them. “Be lucky I’m going to make this quick for you.” she said, grabbing the first one by the hair. Pulling his head up Zoe slide the dagger quickly across his neck. His body suddenly jerking as he tried to lift himself up “No no” she jokingly laughed as she sat down on his back, keeping his head tilted while she waited for him to die.
The three others lost their minds as they began to scream “Shut up.” throwing the dagger into the closest person’s head, the blade sunk deep into the skull “God dammit, shut the fuck up.” lifting her hand, palm up she closed it right. The remaining two went silent as both of their hearts had been crushed. They struggled ever so briefly to escape before dieing.
Standing up, Zoe slowly walked across the room towards the restroom. The light was dim as it slowly warmed up to a comfortable level. Letting the water run over her hands as the river of crimson flowed down the drain, she watched it with curiosity. After her hands were clean she splashed some water onto her face. Looking to the mirror. She gasped, it wasn’t her face staring back to her in the mirror. The face that stared to her was deathly pale, black veins shown in stark contrast “Hey there gorgeous”
Zoe sat up in bed, her gasping for air waking Emily who was just moments before sound asleep. She looked around her room, searching. A cold sweat washed over her “just a nightmare….” she said aloud. She looked over to the empty spot on the bed, Jerry was out on assignment and Emily had laid claim to his side. Laying back down Zoe closed her eyes. Hoping to clear her mind of the horrific nightmare and the vision of the face she saw.