Gothika RP 1, High Stakes V
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Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Monthly Pay Per View Show, High Stakes V
DATE: Sunday 10/18/2015
Place: San Juan, Puerto Rico
Venue:  Estadio Sixto Escobar
Match: WORLD BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP Match up
Opponent:   w. Raynin (defending) VS. TEAM HERO, ROXI JOHNSON, AND KEIRA FISHER
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Well, well well!!! It seems that Gothika's win against Keira Fisher made a bigger impact with the Powers that Be in the Sin City Wrestling that we all thought!! Why else would they have given the Angels of the Fallen a shot at the Mean Girls... Or is it Anti- Mean Girls... Or is it.. Oh hell, who knows anymore? They're either still friends, or they're foes, or they're frenemies... But whatever else they are, they're the chicks who are holding onto the Bombshell Tag Team Championship Titles... At least for the time being... That's right... Gothika and Raynin have a shot at the titles once more!! They're going to face off against Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas!! Has Delia truly 'discovered the light' and changed her arrogant ways? Will she and Mercedes find the right combination to overcome the original Dominant force in the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Division? Or has Raynin's decent into madness been just the little spark that she and Gothika need to claim gold once more?... The suspense is TORTUROUS!! AND I LOVE IT!! It's almost time to see what shall be… Will it be a win for the Angels of the Fallen? Can they grasp the chalice of victory and drink deep? Or will they once more taste the bitterness of defeat?... Let’s Find out shall we?...
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*** An Except from the Online Blog of Gothika ***
October15, 2015
Iron boots, we're walking tall.
With pride we'll walk all over you.
Steel grip, we'll hold you down,
On a leash, we're coming through.
Metal teeth, a diamond smile,
Mechanical jaws, a two ton bite.
With winter frost, an atomic pile,
We stand the ground where the big dog's fight.
Divine inferno, hell on ice,
Heaven's burning, sacrifice.
Divine inferno, hell on ice,
Heaven's burning, sacrifice.
Your God sent us to destroy...
Your God sent us to destroy...
Your God sent us to destroy...
Your God sent us to destroy...
You!!
Bonjour Tout le monde,
So... Here we are again... Just a few days away from one of the biggest Pay Per views of the year... High Stakes Five!! Oh My GOD can you feel it??!! I know I can! The feelings running through me are just ELECTRIC!! I mean, here we are, coming hurtling towards one of the most epic match ups of our careers... And I for one am quite excited, because once again, I will get to have my hands wrapped around that... luscious neck once more... And I'm not talking about Roxi... Though she's felt my touch before as well... No... I'm talking about the one that slipped through my fingers once without feeling the sting of my fangs... Keira Fisher!!
Oh yes folks... If you hadn't realized it by now... I'm a vampire. Blood is my raison d'etre both in and out of the ring. I enjoy spilling it in the ring best because when you beat on a body, it tenderizes it. Hell, why do you think they pound on a steak or a roast before they put it in the oven. It brings the blood up to the surface of the meat and makes it more juicy. But in a human, it does so much more... You see, in a human, when you beat someone, it releases hormones. You know... I've talked about this before... But I think it needs to be said. I have found the reasons why the others prefer to feed either after frightening their prey or after having sex with them. The hormones released during each act are different, but each have a very distinct flavor. But I've found I prefer the ones from fear much better.
You see... it's the adrenaline. When having sex, yes, you have adrenaline build up going through your body as it feels pleasure... And feeding at the height of climax gives you that explosion, both from your partner, and from your own enjoyment of the feed... BUT... it's the FEAR!!! The fear has the increased adrenaline that perfumes the red... It permeates every cell, and the taste of that is... MIND BOGGLINGLY DELICIOUS!! But then, if you don't have the discerning palate of a vampyre, you wouldn’t know the difference if it bit you on the ass. HA HA!! I made a funny!! ^.^ You just gotta love puns.
But when we stood toe to toe the last time in one on one combat... Keira and I... It was like time stood still as I faced off against her. I swear... I could have beat on her for hours and not gotten tired. All because I could smell it in her... That scent that she tries to keep out of her voice every time she mentions my name, and the fact that she has to step into the ring with me once more... The one emotion that she dreads filling her every time she sees my eyes darting her way.... The fear!! It's what drives her mad as the days come closer and closer... Knowing that the thought of having to stand against me has sent tendrils of ice through her veins, and she wakes each night in a cold sweat. Knowing that she's not telling her beloved Roxi just how much the thought of facing me truly fills her with terror... Mmmm, and knowing that once she and I step into the ring, and I flash her a hint of fang, that scent will once again wash over me... Mmmm, it will send me into a feeding frenzy of epic proportions. I CAN'T WAIT!!
But then... we come to Roxi Johnson. Poor Roxi... She's not had the best of luck these days. She's ended up flouncing around, gaining momentum, but then dropping the ball just when she needs to hold onto it the most. I thought she hope she realizes up front just what she's to expect when it comes to stepping into the ring against Raynin and myself. Oh, she's hinted that she knows... But I want her to remember the feeling that she gets when all that my friend and I can do come crashing down upon her. Raynin has her number. So far, in recent days... every time Roxi has to face her one on one, Raynin comes out on top. So now, she's relying on Keira to do her heavy lifting. Just like how in her delusions and her Live Action Role Playing, she relies on Keira's strength to get her through. Oh, but something tells me that Keira will realize just who the weakest link in their relationship truly is... But it won't matter... Because when it comes to standing toe to toe against the Fallen, in that pairing, the weakest link is the both of them.
Now... People always ask me if there's a difference in the taste of the red from person to person... And the truth of the matter is... yes. There is a difference. It's part of the reasons why I don’t bite certain people. I guess you can say, I can smell if they're ripe or not... I can tell if they're worth experiencing, or if they're just a waste of my time. And Roxi... You're a waste. You're not just a waste of my time for biting, but you're just a bit of fluff in this match up. You're there for the flash and not the sizzle. You're just the decoration that Keira needs to be able to go after a title, and part of you knows it. Come on Roxi... Admit it to yourself. You'll feel so much better once you let that big weight off of your shoulders.
So... Now we come to the ins and outs of everything as we know it to be... You have two very distinct and different sets of fighting styles coming head to head against two unique and different sets of fighting styles... And the question becomes... who will have the upper hand? Will it be my friend and I? Or will it be the two L.A.R.P.'ers who think they've got some clandestine destiny and can fly through the air with the greatest of ease? Oh, we shall definitely see... Because Raynin and I will show you that these so called Super Heroes are nothing but cosplaying twerps who truly need to wake up and smell the coffee before they end up getting burnt. Oh... wait... That's right... it's too late, because they've been tossed up against us. Poor Roxi... You're about to have another title slip through your fingers, because Raynin and I... We're not about to let go of these titles. And THAT you can take TO THE BANK!!
You see... These two chicks... They've got these delusions of grandeur filling their minds. They want so bad to be special, that they've cooked up this cocka maimy story that they have these super powers... They can teleport... they can fly... They can produce these power blasts... They can do a whole number of these mythical things... They have convinced themselves of these things. They believe that they are fighting against these costumed crazies who are trying to take over the world... But no one knows about them but these two females. No one has ever seen them... But these two women. Now, I know that me saying someone else is delusional can seem like it's the pot calling the kettle black, but... Unlike my affliction which can be proven through blood samples and genetic testing... These women have built this imaginary world where only they can be the ones to save the day...
Unlike in the real world, where anyone and everyone can be a hero at any moment in time if they choose to be. I'm talking about the kid who steps up to protect his classmate who's being bullied. I'm talking about the policemen who put their lives on the line every day to protect our cities... I'm talking about the good ones. You know I'm not totally oblivious to the things that happen in the news. I'm talking about the men and women who go overseas to protect our country from tyranny and oppression, and terrorism. I'm talking about the doctors who save lives on a daily basis... I'm talking about the teachers who truly care and put their all into teaching our young people. I'm talking about the parents who give their all for their kids... Those who go hungry so that their kids can have a full belly. I'm talking about the person who will take a homeless person to a restaurant to get food, and the people who run community centers for kids in the rougher areas where they can escape form the issues they face on a daily basis, and the people who help victims of domestic abuse... THESE PEOPLE ARE HEROES!!
Here is the definition of the word, Hero...
1: a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal:
3. the principal male character in a story, play, film, etc.
4. Classical Mythology.
a being of godlike prowess and beneficence who often came to be honored as a divinity.
(in the Homeric period) a warrior-chieftain of special strength, courage, or ability.
(in later antiquity) an immortal being; demigod.
hero sandwich.
the bread or roll used in making a hero sandwich. Now, let's face it... Out of this definition, Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher most closely resemble the sandwich. There's nothing special or godlike about these two females. It's all just in their heads. They have no godlike powers, and they're totally not immortal, or demigods, or they wouldn't be needing to come after Raynin and my Bombshell Tag Team Championships. And they're coming so hard because they know that at this moment... My friend and I have their numbers. And once we're done taking them to and past their limits... It will be all she wrote. And there's nothing that either one of them can do about it.
So... To all of the Team Hero fans out there... I ask a question of you... It's a very important question, because it's one that I know is running around in the minds of Roxi and Keira right now...
What would you do if you were given this impossible task? WOULD YOU RUN?!! WOULD YOU FIGHT?!! Or would you FALL TO FATE??!! Would you curl up into a little ball and cry your eyes out, begging for the mercy of the gods to smile down on you and save you from the awfulness that’s about to befall you? Or do you just lay down and accept your existence as it is about to be? THESE are the questions that are so predominantly on everyone's minds right now! What would you do if you were in the shoes of Team Hero, and had to stand against the likes of my friend and I?!!
I've got something to say to all of you... And since we're still in the Latin countries, I'm going to say it in Spanish as well as French and English... cause I’m so muliti-lingual like that.
NOUS sommes les instruments de Dieu, envoyés sur terre pour semer les graines de la destruction sur les masses inconscientes qui se tiennent opposée à la volonté du seul vrai Seigneur et Maître !! Nous sommes le impitoyable et qui pousse le sort de ceux qui nous entourent de plus vers leurs destins !! NOUS SOMMES DOMINANCE fait chair !! NOUS SOMMES LES CHIENS du ciel, et nos dents se font happer, NOS ventres affamés et notre soif, sont inextinguible !! Carquois dans vos bottes dans la peur, que nous nous rapprochons de plus près ... ... et encore plus près de l'objectif vrai Notre Père nous a envoyé pour accomplir !! Et savoir un fait très important au-dessus de tous les autres ... La guerre ne vient pas JUSTE !!! LA GUERRE EST ICI !! ET NOUS tiré le premier coup !! ( NOSOTROS somos los instrumentos del Cielo, enviado a la tierra para sembrar las semillas de la destrucción hacia abajo a las masas inconscientes que están de pie opuesto a la voluntad del único y verdadero Dios y Señor !! NOSOTROS somos la FUERZA UNFORGIVING que empuja a la suerte de los que nos rodean más hacia sus destinos !! SOMOS DOMINANCIA hecho carne !! SOMOS LOS PERROS DEL CIELO, Y NUESTROS DIENTES están comprando, nuestros estómagos hambrientos y nuestra sed, son inextinguibles !! Temblar en sus botas en el miedo, ya que nos acercamos ... más cerca ... y más cerca aún el verdadero propósito Nuestro Padre nos ha enviado para llevar a cabo !! Y saber un hecho muy importante sobre todos los demás ... La guerra no es SOLO VIENE !!! LA GUERRA ES AQUà !! Y NOSOTROS disparó el primer tiro !! )
{ WE are the Instruments of Heaven, sent down to earth to sow the seeds of destruction down upon the unwitting masses who stand opposed to the will of the one true Lord and Master!! WE are the UNFORGIVING FORCE that pushes the fate of those who surround us further towards their destinies!! WE ARE DOMINANCE MADE FLESH!! WE ARE THE HOUNDS OF HEAVEN, AND OUR TEETH ARE SNAPPING, OUR BELLIES HUNGRY, AND OUR THIRSTS, ARE UNQUENCHABLE!! Quiver in your boots in fear, as we come closer... closer... and closer still to the true purpose Our Father has sent us to accomplish!! And know one very important fact above all others... WAR is NOT JUST COMING!!! WAR IS HERE!! AND WE FIRED THE FIRST SHOT!! }
Il est une guerre entre les anges de morts et chacune des autres pièces vous pathétiques de viande qui se trouve dans le chemin de notre destin! Et nous allons faire de vous ce que nous faisons à eveyr autres morceaux pathétiques de viande ... Nous vous mâcher et cracher You Out !! Nous avons commencé avec Sam Marlowe et Traci Patterson ... Maintenant, il est sur les deux prochaines poches de sang à monter sur le ring contre nous afin que je puisse couler mes crocs dans profondément et boire !! Je suppose que vous pourriez dire que la tenue de Roxi est parfait pour décrire ce que je pense d'elle ... Juste un sac de rouge attente d'être libéré et bu profondément de.
( Es una guerra entre los ángeles de los CaÃdos y todos los demás uno de ustedes pedazos patéticos de la carne que se interpone en el camino de nuestro destino! Y vamos a hacer contigo lo que hacemos para eveyr otras piezas patéticos de carne ... Vamos a masticar para arriba y escupir USTED FUERA !! Comenzamos con Sam Marlowe y Traci Patterson ... Ahora, es en los próximos dos bolsas de sangre para subir al ring contra nosotros para que pueda hundir mis colmillos en y beber profundamente !! Supongo que se podrÃa decir que el traje de Roxi es perfecta para describir lo que pienso de ella ... Sólo un saco de espera roja para ser liberado y bebido profundamente de. )
{ It's a war between the Angels of the Fallen and every other one of you pathetic pieces of meat that stands in the way of our destiny! And we're going to do to you what we do to eveyr other pathetic pieces of meat... We will chew you up and SPIT YOU OUT!! We started with Sam Marlowe and Traci Patterson... Now, it's onto the next two blood bags to step into the ring against us so I can sink my fangs in and drink deeply!! I guess you could say that Roxi's outfit is perfect to describe what I think of her... Just a sack of red waiting to be liberated and drunk deeply from. }
And now... the time is fast approaching... the time for Team Hero to put up, and shut up as they get smacked down from the heights which they tried to hard to climb. At High Stakes... You costumed superhero wanna bes won't be able to beat the house... No... Not at all. The Fallen will rise up and be victorious once more.
Au Revoir Tout le monde!!
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Time: October 10, 2015, 1:30 PM...   
Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada… At Gothika and Darknyss's house...  
Location:  In Gothika's bedroom...
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There's nothing quite like watching your relationship implode around you, and know that there was nothing you could do to stop it. Things had been tense for the both of them since coming back to the US, and she knew it, and she also knew why. It was because now that they were back in the States, she could get the one thing she was so dependent on him supplying when they were away from home.
Argento was sitting on the bed beside her, not moving. Since she'd stopped him from donating red to her, his color had piqued up, and he was finally starting to put on weight once more. His body didn't feel like all muscle and bone, and he wasn't walking like an old man anymore. She knew that he was feeling better, and she liked that he wasn't hurting anymore. But she would catch him staring at her fangs every now and then, and it would break her heart to know what he was thinking, even though he was denying that he was thinking it.
She had gotten the text earlier that day... A rave at a warehouse out in the desert. Somewhere isolated where they could feed and not worry about cops or feds... And she was starving once more. She knew she had sunk into a new level of hell for herself, but she had to admit... It was working!! She wasn't hungry all of the time, and having a little snack before she went to work actually helped with how she did in the ring. It was just once she was out of the ring, that she felt like she needed some kind of help, because of how he would look at her. Like she was doing something dirty and nasty because she would eat someone else.
But she couldn’t do it to him. She knew what he wanted really. She knew he wanted to be turned. She knew he wanted to have her as his forever... but he didn't know... He didn't understand, that she wasn't like the others. She wasn’t going to live forever. Yes, she may live a little longer than others... but she was... different. She couldn’t turn anyone. She didn't WANT to turn anyone. She knew that this wasn't a life that anyone should really want. It was a life of fear, and loathing, and hatred... of one's self, not just of everyone else. You don't survive this life... You die. Every moment of this existence, it's like your insides are rotting. And she loved him too much to put him through that... Even though he didn't see it that way.
Her Argento... He only saw the romanticized versions of it when it looked at her. Yes, she knew he loved her... But she also knew he was entranced by the way she made him feel when she bit him. She knew he was a blood whore... And that she'd made him that way... And it killed her every time she looked at him. She knew he knew about the rave. She knew he knew because he was always her secondary contact, and that he'd gotten the text at the same time. She stood up and started to pace slowly, before she turned and looked at him with a sigh.
"I don’t want you to go tonight."
He looked at her confused.
"What?!"
She swallowed thickly, then licked her dry lips with a tongue that was equally dry.
"You heard me. I don't want you to come tonight. And you know why I don't want you there, so don’t ask me why."
He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.
"Oh no... I'm not letting you off that easily... I want to hear you say it. Come on! Say it!! Tell me why you don't want me there!!"
She threw her hands up in the air and sighed heavily.
"Because!! I know it's gonna be hard for you to be there, and not be able to contribute!! I'm taking Raynin and Morganna, and I'm gonna put them in the safe room, but I'm gonna get myself something to eat. And if you're there, I'm gonna have to put you in the safe room too, and you won't want to be in there. You know you won't. It's just best if you don't come. That way, you won't have a reaction like you did the last time."
He jumped up and shook his head with a frown.
"That was not my fault!! You didn't tell me that you were gonna go off into some room and bite someone else!!"
She sighed heavily and rubbed her temples.
"Yes! Yes I did! You just didn't want to hear it, and blocked it out!! You CHOSE not to hear what I was telling you!! And that's why you ended up freaking out and going nuts like you did!!"
She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head.
"Don't you get it?!! You almost got yourself killed!! Don't you see?!! This... This need to donate is getting dangerous!! And I wouldn't be able to stand it if anything happened to you!! I love you, Michael. And if that means I have to protect you from everyone... including me.. Then that's exactly what I'm gonna do!!"
She turned and started to pace back and forth, and Argento stood up and walked over to stand in front of her. When she walked back towards him, he grabbed her upper arms and held onto her, even though she kept trying to pull away. She was trying to hide the tears that were threatening to spill form her eyes, and he finally saw them, and stopped holding onto her. She stopped pacing and let the tears start to flow.
"Don’t you get it, Michael? It's not about me not wanting to be with you... It's about me not wanting to hurt you!! If you got hurt... or worse... and it was because of me... I just... I couldn't..."
He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead, but the scent of him was so heady... And she was so hungry.... Her fangs had extended to full length, and it took everything she had not to simply grab him and rip from him the red he was offering. He was filling her senses and overwhelming them steadily, and she knew she had to get away. She pushed back from him and shook her head to try to clear it, then kissed him quickly.
"I can't... I can't... not right now... I have to go get some air..."
She pulled herself out of his grip and grabbed her jacket and the keys to her motorcycle. She turned around and walked back to him and kissed him deeply, letting him feel the fangs at their full length against his lips, hoping he'd understand just how much it hurt to leave him when she was in this state. She pulled back and stroked his cheek, tears still running down her face.
"I love you Michael. I love you so very very much. I'll be back... I promise..."
She headed out the door and down to the garage, moving quickly, and peeled out of the parking space on her motorcycle with a squeal of tires and the smell of burned rubber....
About an hour later, she returned, still hungry, but her mind cleared from the fresh air. She entered her bedroom to find it empty, but the scent of him, still clinging to everything in the room. She climbed onto the bed and rolled herself up in the sheets which were permeated with his scent and cried softly into her pillow as the sound of her belly growling filled the air. The scene fades out, accented by the sound of her growling stomach...
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Time: October 10, 2015, 11:30 PM...   
Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada… At a Blood Rave...  
Location:  Unknown... Onstage...
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It was one of those crazy nights, when it was hot and cold at the same time. The heat of the desert coupled with the chilled wind brought a blush to her cheeks as she walked from where she'd parked the car with her friends, to the door of the warehouse. She'd warned her friends once more of what to expect, and they knew, when she told them to go to the safe room, they had to go immediately.
She stepped up to the door and knocked, then nodded to Katia when she opened the door. She saw Katia eyeing Raynin and Diamond like they were a couple of pieces of meat, but with a single hiss, and a gesture of her head, Katia backed off. She took out the silver bracelets that marked her friends as off limits, and placed one around each of their wrists before she lead them into the building. They walked down the hallway, and turned the corner into the main room as the beat of the music filled them all, and they immediately went out onto the dancefloor to relieve some of the tensions that were filling them all. With everything that had been going on with Darknyss and Dark Tiger, coupled with the stress of preparing for their upcoming match, they deserved the chance to blow off some steam. And what better way to do it than to dance the night away.
She'd warned her friends to only take a drink from her, and not from anyone else. After they'd spent about a good thirty minutes on the dancefloor, she motioned that she was going to go and get them some drinks. She walked over to the bar and smiled at Grinjo who smiled back, flashing a hint of fang. She leaned over the bar and shouted at him over the music.
"I need some clean drinks for my friends, and something with some kick to it for myself."
Grinjo nodded and popped open a pair of Red's Apple Ales, and an unmarked bottle which had a fluid which was distinctly red in color. She winked at Grinjo and slipped him a fifty and collected the bottles, walking over towards a table where she knew she would be able to get her friend's attention. She sat and had just taken her first swallow of her drink when she saw Raynin coming over with Diamond in tow. Diamond was being followed by a short, skinny vamp who looked like he was turned at the age of fifteen. He still had acne on his face, and by the looks of it, he wasn't understanding the word no, as he wouldn't let go of Diamond's hand. He was trying to lift Diamond's hand to his lips, and she was fighting his obvious strength, until Raynin reached out with her free hand and placed the silver bracelet she was wearing against his cheek, and you could hear his flesh starting to sizzle from where she was sitting. He yelped, and Diamond was able to yank her hand free. He growled and yelled out, 'BITCH!!' and was about to lift his hand to hit Raynin, but he stopped with his hand raised high as Diamond had gotten a hold of some of his hair through the whole altercation. She used her mojo bag on him right quick and walked him right out over to the bouncer with it. She chuckled as she made the little vamp jump up and smack the bouncer in the face, which resulted in the little vamp getting punched in the face so hard, you could swear he lost a fang. The bouncer picked him up one handed and carried him out the door as the three friends sat back and chuckled. Raynin turned and looked at her friend who was still sipping her drink slowly.
"Go on and turn it up Mia. I know you want to. Don't hold back on our account. What is that by the way?"
Gothika sipped the drink again and shook her head slowly.
"It's one of those hybrid drinks... It's like a mix of red and champagne... So you can't guzzle it. You have to sip it, or it might come spewing out your nose from the bubbles. The last thing you want is to look like you're having a nose bleed."
Diamond shuddered and shook her head quickly.
"Eww... no thank you!! But Ray Ray is right... You gotta eat something, and soon!"
She nodded slowly and smirked.
"That was kinda the plan. You do know this is called a Blood Rave for a reason."
Raynin nodded and shuddered.
"Don't worry... You give us the word, and we'll head immediately to the safe room. I'm not dressed for something that can handle all of that red stuff tonight."
Diamond chuckled and nodded.
"You got that right. I came dressed to party. And there's no way blood is coming out of this."
And she wasn't lying, either. Diamond was dressed in a short, satin light blue handkerchief halter top, with a pair of dark blue leather pants, and a pair of light blue suede boots. Her hair was up in a curly half ponytail, with the rest of her long hair flowing down her back in soft curls, while Raynin was dressed in a red dress that was form fitting, and cut up to the thigh. Her hair was hanging down her back in long, loose waves, and she had on a pair of strappy heels. Gothika chuckeld as she looked down at her own outfit, which was a pair of black latex pants, some kid skinned leather over the knee boots, and a flouncy black peasant blouse with a rubber corset. She had her hair loose and hanging around her shoulders as she lifted her eyebrow at her friends.
"You know... one of these days, you'll both listen to me when I say that you're going out with me, and let me dress you appropriately."
Raynin shook her head and smirked.
"Um... no. Just because YOU look good in fetish gear, doesn't mean that the rest of us will."
Diamond lifted her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side with a smirk.
"I don't know... Something tells me you'd look pretty hot dressed all in leather with a whip. I bet that would get your little teddy bear all hot and bothered."
Raynin blushed and chuckled.
"Hey... I don't tease you about your big pussycat, you don't tease me about my teddy bear."
Diamond took a sip of her drink and chuckled.
"So, when ARE the two of you gonna take things beyond cute little notes, and furtive glances across the room and actually be face to face?"
Raynin shrugged and took a sip of her own drink.
"I dunno. I think he has to wait until he thinks Despayre is ready for it. But I can't wait."
Gothika turned and looked at her friend with a curious look, then she leaned forward and asked a question on everyone's mind...
"So tell me something Ray... Why Angel?"
Raynin looked from Gothika to Diamond who was also looking at her as if waiting for droplets from heaven to shine down some understanding of her chose. Raynin blushed and shrugged.
"Well... Because he's cute. And he helped me to overcome The Other when that thing had me trapped inside of my own head. And... Well..."
She didn't get to finish her sentence, as Gothika suddenly slammed her drink down onto the table, and jumped upright quick as a flash. Gothika was staring at something across the room that the others couldn’t see at that distance, but it was something that had clearly upset her. At that moment, Grinjo hit the airhorn, and Gothika said three words to her frienes...
"Safe room... NOW!"
Raynin and Diamond didn't say a word, just picked up all three of their drinks and headed towards the room in the back that would end up locking from the inside. It was lined with silver and crosses that would keep the people inside of it safe from what was about to happen... But first, she had to see if what she was seeing was true...
She stood and started shoving people out of the way as she walked straight across the room to the other side of the dance floor where she'd seen something that had caused her blood to run cold. She walked up the stairs, to the VIP room, and was stopped by a bouncer who put a hand out, blocking her way. The door to the VIP room was closed, but it was like she was willing it to open and show that it wasn't what she thought she was seeing. Please... Please GOD just let it not be true...
The door to the VIP room swung open once more, and there... Inside of the room was Argento. He was sitting on a couch with another woman... Another Vampire!! She gasped at the sight of it, and the door swung closed. She was frozen there... standing at the door of the VIP room, and couldn't move. The door swung open, and she saw more. The Vampire was nibbling on his ear!! And he was giggling about it!! A single tear rolled down from her eye, and that's when he noticed her. She immediately turned and walked into the crowd. She didn't want to see any more. The door to the room was shut and locked at that moment because of what was about to happen...
Sirens started blaring out over the dance floor, and the vampires in the room started to chant over and over again...
"SÂNGE !! SÂNGE !! SÂNGE !! SÂNGE !! SÂNGE !! SÂNGE !! SÂNGE !! SÂNGE !!" The sprinklers suddenly started to rain down a spray over the crowd, dousing them in red. The few humans that were still in the group thought it was some kind of paint, but one after one, they started to understand what was really happen as the faces of the people around them... The beautiful young looking men and women that had brought them to the party suddenly changed into masks of horror. And that's when the true terror began... And the scene faded out with the sounds of screams of pain, fear, and horror, mixed with the beat of dance music...
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