Disclaimers: NW and its concepts belong to LJS. My "guest star" belongs to Jyira Keller (jyira@yahoo.co.uk) and is being used with permission. The character of Kali is my character in the wolf clan rpg CAN NOT be used without my permission. Information on wolves gained from the rpg belongs to Lamia Wolf and can be found at http://www.thewolfclan.com. The BB Guns clique was run by Astraea Wolf. Information can be found at http://envy.nu/violentsinsations/
Summary: Circle Midnight witch Kali is bored. Despite her power she wants more and more. Discovering a new Night World species she'd determined to become part of it. But how far is she willing to go? Even prepared enough to kill her own soulmate? (With a guest star.)
Part 1
The sky shimmered various shades of dark blue, decorated with a million tiny pinpricks of stars. Night was Kali's favourite time. The full moon was shining too, meaning later tonight she could finally complete her ritual. But she had to wait until midnight, and it was only 10:45.
Kali sighed, sitting in her large leather office chair, admiring the view of the night out her window. She was the youngest witch to ever lead Circle Midnight, at only eighteen.
She had power, fame, money, everything everyone could want. People feared her, and respected her. Admired her, loved her, hated her.
Kali thrived on the emotions they gave her. The hate and fear. The joy of death rituals, which was what she was planning on tonight. The closet thing she had come with her efforts for finding another spell for immortality, without actually having to become a vampire.
She wrinkled her nose slightly. Her ritual involved some pretty gruesome things, but Kali didn't care. It gave her that extra power for living longer than humans, and that was really all that mattered to her.
But Kali didn't know she was about to get more than she'd bargained for.
* * *
The room was lit entirely by black candles, creating twisting, eerie shadows. Kali stood alone in the large room, empty except for herself, her cauldron and the candles.
She looked down at the cauldron steaming and bubbling with all sorts of vile things that made up the spell. It was the closest thing she could find to make her live longer without ageing than avoiding becoming undead. She wrinkled her nose at the thought.
She muttered a few strange words, her features glowing in the candle light. She threw in a handful of something glittery and purple and the liquid inside flared suddenly to a bright reddish-gold colour.
She dipped a pewter chalice inside, filling the hot liquid to the brim. The stuff stank, and tasted vile, despite the pretty colour. But it was all worth it in the end if it gained her more power and got her that little bit closer to immortality.
She gulped it down, throwing the cup aside, doubling over in agony. She moaned in pain, feeling like there was something inside her that wanted to get out. Within seconds, the pain had passed.
She stood up, a smirk slowly forming across her face. This part was her favourite. She gestured sharply and one of her servants brought a figure in. The figure was a human slave, painfully thin, shaking her head pathetically in an attempt to beg for her life.
Kali just laughed and raised her hands above her head. Green lighting began to crackle between them, sparking with pure power, growing with intensity before she hurled it at the human who screamed and flew against the far wall, and disappeared in a cloud of ash.
Hmm. Interesting.
Ritual complete and successful, she left the room, leaving everyone else to clean up for her.
She grabbed her jacket and purse and headed out to her car. She spotted one of the other witches in her Circle, a rare male, Dex Harman also leaving. He grinned at her, and walked off into the darkness, hands in the pockets of his overcoat.
But as Dex walked off Kali stood watching him for a while, unsure why. Then her attention was caught by another figure. A woman, somewhere from late teens to mid twenties, dressed in revealing leather was following Dex, silent as a shadow.
Something about the way she moved caught Kali's eyes. There was a rippling and an aura about her that Kali had never seen before. The girl was clearly not human, but the question was, what was she?
Intrigued, Kali found herself following.
She watched as the girl walked over to Dex, whispering in his ear, her lips grazing his skin. Dex looked her up and down, noticing the tight leather, the curves, honey blond hair, smiling red lips. Kali felt a little disappointed. The girl was probably nothing but a hooker.
She led Dex into an alley near by, Kali slipped through the darkness, just to make sure. But the sight that met her eyes was surprising.
The girl was no longer a girl, but a large chocolate brown wolf, golden eyes glowing with strange intelligence. And she - it - was quiet happily eating the guy's guts. Meal over, the wolf stood on its hind legs and soon shifted back to the blonde in the black leather, such power and darkness surrounding her.
The girl walked off into the night.
Kali found herself staring after her in utter amazement. She had never seen any sort of shapeshifter with such power, such brutality.
She was a little more than just an ordinary werewolf, that Kali knew for sure. And all she could think of, was how did she get to become like that?
* * *
Kali threw the sketch away in frustration. Damn it. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't seem to get it right. That girl had been in her thoughts ever since the night Kali had seen her slaughter Dex. It wasn't the actual girl herself that fascinated Kali, that type of thinking didn't interest her in the slightest, it was what the girl actually *was*.
She had never seen a werewolf with such power before. As far as she knew, werewolves were supposed to be useless and stupid, but she had this girl watched and tailed. And from her spies information, she seemed to be learning that this girl was a little more than a werewolf.
There was a knock on her office door. She sighed, irritated, looking up from her sketch. "What?" she snapped.
The door opened and another witch in a flowing black dress, silvery hair falling down her back. She was carrying a manila folder.
"Anything good?" Kali asked, stuffing the sketchpad into one of her draws.
The witch smiled and handed the folder. "The girl's name is Aurelia Wolf. She's one of the council's favourite assassins."
Kali took the folder, studying it. The girl had an impressive record. "What's a Wolf?" she asked.
"Another species," the witch answered. "They're not part of Night World, they're their own clan. But this one only works for the Night World for the amount of money they pay her to do her job."
Kali shook her head, fascinated. She flipped through it, studying the information on Wolves. She couldn't believe she didn't know about this species. All that mattered to her now, was how she got to be part of it.
Nothing else mattered to her anymore. She was getting obsessive, and knew it, but didn't care. All that mattered was making yourself better and more powerful? Despite how dangerous it could be.
* * *
She knew she was being followed. Aurelia's lip curled in disgust. Fool. Did they think she wouldn't know? She wasn't getting the sense of a Daybreak assassin. Normally they had distinctive odours and auras about them.
She headed down a dark alley way, checking to make sure no one was around before she turned, grabbing the girl who was foolish enough to sneak up on her and slamming her against the brick wall, arm pressed painfully across her throat.
The girl was a witch, so choking her might be fun. She smiled rather unpleasantly. "Who want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing?" she asked politely.
The girl stared at her, her eyes were red, almost demonic looking. She smiled faintly. "Following you?"
Aurelia snorted in contempt. "That, I know. Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
"I was following you, Ms Wolf, because you fascinate me."
Aurelia blinked a little. That was a surprise. Most people were normally terrified of her. Then something struck her. This woman had *known* she was a Wolf. "Who are you?" she asked, expression darkening.
"I am Kali, leader of Circle Midnight."
The Circle Midnight leader was a teenage witch? It sounded rather pathetic to her. She snorted in contempt a second time.
"I've been watching you for quite a while," Kali went on. Aurelia was mildly annoyed that the girl didn't seem in the least bit afraid of her. Maybe she had more back bone than it looked like. "I've never seen any shapeshifter with more power."
Aurelia's expression turned to one of suspicion. There had to be a reason this girl was doing a not very good job of trying to flatter her. She obviously wanted something.
"I want to be what you are," Kali told her bluntly.
Aurelia's grip relaxed and she stepped backwards, folding her arms. The girl wanted to be a Wolf. "Why should I change you?" she asked. "What's in it for me?"
Kali smirked at her, dark lips curling. "Why don't you come with me and I'll show you."
Aurelia frowned a little, still quite suspicious, but decided to go along anyway, just for the hell of it. She was led to an impressive black stretch limo. During the ride she kept her distance from this girl who had introduced herself as Kali. Didn't that mean "destruction"? She knew it was something along those lines.
The mansion they pulled up was large and dark, very horror movieish. She smiled a little as she was lead down twisting corridors, seeming endlessly dark, filled with shadows and twisted paintings on the wall.
She followed Kali into an expensively decorated office. It surprised her that someone who seemed rather young - no more than eighteen - could have so much power and money.
She sat down in a leather chair without being invited, and waited.
Kali pulled a briefcase from behind the desk after sitting down in her own chair and opened it, turning it around and pushing it in Aurelia's direction. Cash. Stacks of cold hard cash.
"It'll be worth your while," she said with a smirk.
Aurelia decided maybe this girl wasn't so bad after all. She knew how the bad guy side of things worked, at least. "I must be out my mind," she muttered. "All right."
At least it was something to do.
* * *
The change from witch to Wolf was almost as bad as a vampire change, someone had forgotten to mention that. The idea of drinking blood did not thrill Kali in the slightest, but it was over now, and she loved her new form.
She had never felt so powerful, she smirked at the dead body before her, after she'd quite happily ripped his guts out. She decided to leave the body where it was. Why waste time disposing of it?
She stood on her hind legs and shifted back to human form, feeling Power thrumming over her skin. She sighed with contentment.
"You're fast," an amused voice behind her said.
Kali glanced over to see Aurelia leaning against the wall of the alley she had dragged her victim into. Kali shrugged slender shoulders. "What can I say? I'm a fast track kind of girl."
Aurelia chucked dryly. "Sometimes drawing the victim's suffering out can be fun," she said with a curl of her dark lips.
Kali smiled faintly. She did have a point. "There's one more thing we need to talk about," she said.
Aurelia sighed, irritated. "Make it quick, because I haven't fed myself, and I'm not nice when I'm cranky."
Kali snorted. "You're not nice full stop."
Aurelia glared at her, but didn't answer, just stood their expectantly, waiting for Kali to get talking.
"The assassin thing," Kali said. She and Aurelia had discussed this briefly during her change, she wanted more from life, excitement, something to *do*. So why not try assassination?
Aurelia had mentioned some group of Wolf assassins she worked for, who sounded pretty cool, her kind of people.
"You're gonna have to prove yourself first," Aurelia said. "The Boss Lady doesn't accept just anyone."
Kali nodded. "What do I have to do?"
She followed Aurelia out the alley and into the silent streets of Kali's hometown. Maybe she should consider moving to the city or something. Life there might be more interesting.
"You gotta kill someone," Aurelia said rather bluntly.
Kali looked around, but no one was on the streets to hear them. She snorted in contempt. "I kill people all the time."
"Someone not human," Aurelia said with a smile. "Humans are too...easy. They don't provide much of a challenge."
Now that was what Kali wanted to hear. Challenges would give her life meaning, something for her to focus her effort on.
"Now from what I've learned about you, you still go to high school," Aurelia said, looking at her with an expression of distaste.
Kali shrugged a little. "I guess," she said gloomily. "Hunting space for victims though. Plus, something to do when you're bored out your brains."
"What are things like there?" Aurelia asked.
Kali shrugged and told her. A typical human school, only twist being that the most popular people were all Night People.
"Kill them," Aurelia said with a smile.
Kali stared at her. "Kill the Night People. They're not Daybreak or anything."
Aurelia shrugged. "So? Kill the Night People, and I'll consider talking to the Boss Lady." And she was gone, leaving Kali alone on a dark street.
Kill the Night People? Shouldn't be too hard...right?
* * *
Kali scowled, not happy at the idea of forcing herself to mix and match with the human vermin in her class again. She had thought being sole leader of Circle Midnight, with no one telling her what to do would be enough to convince everyone she didn't need to bother with stupid human school, but for some reason, the other Council members seemed to think otherwise. Kali reckoned it was just a means to keeping her out the way.
But she wasn't here to go to class, take notes, do her finals and graduate like everyone expected her to do. She was there to kill the Night People. If she wanted in on this elite group of assassins, the only way Aurelia would even consider talking to her boss, would be if she killed these people.
She watched them from a distance, blending in with the crowd of hangers on and wannabes. Two girls, two guys. Two vamps, a witch, and a shifter.
It wasn't killing them that was the actual problem, what was the problem, was how she would pull it off. Someone would notice if these people didn't show up.
She wasn't the most popular person in school herself, what with her own brand of darkness, the others considered her weird and scary. Even the Night People who said she cramped their style, it didn't matter that she was Circle Midnight, or the leader, for that matter.
Studying them. Kali's lip curled in contempt as she contemplated the idea that maybe they were Daybreak. It certainly seemed like it. She followed the crowd into hallway, discreetly watching as the two girls broke off and headed into the bathroom. She followed.
She ducked into a stall, pulling her stake out her purse. She would have liked to shift and kill them, but even humans would notice if there was a Wolf wandering around the halls.
Kali waited, her heart was beating surprisingly loud. She hadn't expected to feel like this. She killed all the time, so why should this be any different?
Maybe because there was so much riding on whether or not she could do this. She *would* do it. Of course she would. She stepped out of the stall she'd been hiding in. Two blonde heads turned to glance at her, noses wrinkling in disapproval.
"Why are you following us?" one of them asked, uncomfortably.
Kali chuckled slightly, hiding her stake behind her back. "Why would you think that?" she asked.
"You were in the crowd of hangers on this morning," the second one said. "Look, you're just not..." She trailed off at Kali's cold laughter.
"I'm the leader of Circle Midnight, I could make your lives hell if I wanted," she said smugly. She didn't bother she was a little more than that right now. They didn't need to know.
The first girl just gave her a cool look, facing her, arms folded, trying and failing to look tough. Tough didn't work for dopey blondes like these. "So why haven't you?" she asked.
Kali laughed again. For some reason she was finding this whole scene very amusing. "Why waste my time?" she sneered at them. "I've found something to do that's so much more enticing than being popular."
The popular girls exchanged glances. "Oh? And what's that?" The second girl sounded mildly interested.
With movements too fast for them to see Kali yanked the stake out from behind her back, plunging it into one stupid heart then the other. Lucky thing wooden stakes killed witches as well as vampires. She smirked at the shocked expressions on their faces as she watched the witch fall first, followed by the vamp, shrivelling into a pile of old bones.
She made a quick glamour spell to hide her appearance and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the bodies on the floor. As she headed down the hall she could hear screams as someone found the bodies. Kali smiled to herself. She did so enjoy behind herself sometimes. Two down, two to go, she thought smugly. Some challenge this is turning out to be.
A part of her didn't like the fact that everything was so easy. She could see one or two humans glaring at her as she passed. They must be Daybreak. She just looked evenly back at them.
"You'll get what's coming," one of them said. "One day."
Kali sneered and ignored them, but she couldn't shake the shiver that was starting to run through her.
* * *
Summary: Circle Midnight witch Kali is bored. Despite her power she wants more and more. Discovering a new Night World species she'd determined to become part of it. But how far is she willing to go? Even prepared enough to kill her own soulmate? (With a guest star.)
Part 1
The sky shimmered various shades of dark blue, decorated with a million tiny pinpricks of stars. Night was Kali's favourite time. The full moon was shining too, meaning later tonight she could finally complete her ritual. But she had to wait until midnight, and it was only 10:45.
Kali sighed, sitting in her large leather office chair, admiring the view of the night out her window. She was the youngest witch to ever lead Circle Midnight, at only eighteen.
She had power, fame, money, everything everyone could want. People feared her, and respected her. Admired her, loved her, hated her.
Kali thrived on the emotions they gave her. The hate and fear. The joy of death rituals, which was what she was planning on tonight. The closet thing she had come with her efforts for finding another spell for immortality, without actually having to become a vampire.
She wrinkled her nose slightly. Her ritual involved some pretty gruesome things, but Kali didn't care. It gave her that extra power for living longer than humans, and that was really all that mattered to her.
But Kali didn't know she was about to get more than she'd bargained for.
* * *
The room was lit entirely by black candles, creating twisting, eerie shadows. Kali stood alone in the large room, empty except for herself, her cauldron and the candles.
She looked down at the cauldron steaming and bubbling with all sorts of vile things that made up the spell. It was the closest thing she could find to make her live longer without ageing than avoiding becoming undead. She wrinkled her nose at the thought.
She muttered a few strange words, her features glowing in the candle light. She threw in a handful of something glittery and purple and the liquid inside flared suddenly to a bright reddish-gold colour.
She dipped a pewter chalice inside, filling the hot liquid to the brim. The stuff stank, and tasted vile, despite the pretty colour. But it was all worth it in the end if it gained her more power and got her that little bit closer to immortality.
She gulped it down, throwing the cup aside, doubling over in agony. She moaned in pain, feeling like there was something inside her that wanted to get out. Within seconds, the pain had passed.
She stood up, a smirk slowly forming across her face. This part was her favourite. She gestured sharply and one of her servants brought a figure in. The figure was a human slave, painfully thin, shaking her head pathetically in an attempt to beg for her life.
Kali just laughed and raised her hands above her head. Green lighting began to crackle between them, sparking with pure power, growing with intensity before she hurled it at the human who screamed and flew against the far wall, and disappeared in a cloud of ash.
Hmm. Interesting.
Ritual complete and successful, she left the room, leaving everyone else to clean up for her.
She grabbed her jacket and purse and headed out to her car. She spotted one of the other witches in her Circle, a rare male, Dex Harman also leaving. He grinned at her, and walked off into the darkness, hands in the pockets of his overcoat.
But as Dex walked off Kali stood watching him for a while, unsure why. Then her attention was caught by another figure. A woman, somewhere from late teens to mid twenties, dressed in revealing leather was following Dex, silent as a shadow.
Something about the way she moved caught Kali's eyes. There was a rippling and an aura about her that Kali had never seen before. The girl was clearly not human, but the question was, what was she?
Intrigued, Kali found herself following.
She watched as the girl walked over to Dex, whispering in his ear, her lips grazing his skin. Dex looked her up and down, noticing the tight leather, the curves, honey blond hair, smiling red lips. Kali felt a little disappointed. The girl was probably nothing but a hooker.
She led Dex into an alley near by, Kali slipped through the darkness, just to make sure. But the sight that met her eyes was surprising.
The girl was no longer a girl, but a large chocolate brown wolf, golden eyes glowing with strange intelligence. And she - it - was quiet happily eating the guy's guts. Meal over, the wolf stood on its hind legs and soon shifted back to the blonde in the black leather, such power and darkness surrounding her.
The girl walked off into the night.
Kali found herself staring after her in utter amazement. She had never seen any sort of shapeshifter with such power, such brutality.
She was a little more than just an ordinary werewolf, that Kali knew for sure. And all she could think of, was how did she get to become like that?
* * *
Kali threw the sketch away in frustration. Damn it. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't seem to get it right. That girl had been in her thoughts ever since the night Kali had seen her slaughter Dex. It wasn't the actual girl herself that fascinated Kali, that type of thinking didn't interest her in the slightest, it was what the girl actually *was*.
She had never seen a werewolf with such power before. As far as she knew, werewolves were supposed to be useless and stupid, but she had this girl watched and tailed. And from her spies information, she seemed to be learning that this girl was a little more than a werewolf.
There was a knock on her office door. She sighed, irritated, looking up from her sketch. "What?" she snapped.
The door opened and another witch in a flowing black dress, silvery hair falling down her back. She was carrying a manila folder.
"Anything good?" Kali asked, stuffing the sketchpad into one of her draws.
The witch smiled and handed the folder. "The girl's name is Aurelia Wolf. She's one of the council's favourite assassins."
Kali took the folder, studying it. The girl had an impressive record. "What's a Wolf?" she asked.
"Another species," the witch answered. "They're not part of Night World, they're their own clan. But this one only works for the Night World for the amount of money they pay her to do her job."
Kali shook her head, fascinated. She flipped through it, studying the information on Wolves. She couldn't believe she didn't know about this species. All that mattered to her now, was how she got to be part of it.
Nothing else mattered to her anymore. She was getting obsessive, and knew it, but didn't care. All that mattered was making yourself better and more powerful? Despite how dangerous it could be.
* * *
She knew she was being followed. Aurelia's lip curled in disgust. Fool. Did they think she wouldn't know? She wasn't getting the sense of a Daybreak assassin. Normally they had distinctive odours and auras about them.
She headed down a dark alley way, checking to make sure no one was around before she turned, grabbing the girl who was foolish enough to sneak up on her and slamming her against the brick wall, arm pressed painfully across her throat.
The girl was a witch, so choking her might be fun. She smiled rather unpleasantly. "Who want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing?" she asked politely.
The girl stared at her, her eyes were red, almost demonic looking. She smiled faintly. "Following you?"
Aurelia snorted in contempt. "That, I know. Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
"I was following you, Ms Wolf, because you fascinate me."
Aurelia blinked a little. That was a surprise. Most people were normally terrified of her. Then something struck her. This woman had *known* she was a Wolf. "Who are you?" she asked, expression darkening.
"I am Kali, leader of Circle Midnight."
The Circle Midnight leader was a teenage witch? It sounded rather pathetic to her. She snorted in contempt a second time.
"I've been watching you for quite a while," Kali went on. Aurelia was mildly annoyed that the girl didn't seem in the least bit afraid of her. Maybe she had more back bone than it looked like. "I've never seen any shapeshifter with more power."
Aurelia's expression turned to one of suspicion. There had to be a reason this girl was doing a not very good job of trying to flatter her. She obviously wanted something.
"I want to be what you are," Kali told her bluntly.
Aurelia's grip relaxed and she stepped backwards, folding her arms. The girl wanted to be a Wolf. "Why should I change you?" she asked. "What's in it for me?"
Kali smirked at her, dark lips curling. "Why don't you come with me and I'll show you."
Aurelia frowned a little, still quite suspicious, but decided to go along anyway, just for the hell of it. She was led to an impressive black stretch limo. During the ride she kept her distance from this girl who had introduced herself as Kali. Didn't that mean "destruction"? She knew it was something along those lines.
The mansion they pulled up was large and dark, very horror movieish. She smiled a little as she was lead down twisting corridors, seeming endlessly dark, filled with shadows and twisted paintings on the wall.
She followed Kali into an expensively decorated office. It surprised her that someone who seemed rather young - no more than eighteen - could have so much power and money.
She sat down in a leather chair without being invited, and waited.
Kali pulled a briefcase from behind the desk after sitting down in her own chair and opened it, turning it around and pushing it in Aurelia's direction. Cash. Stacks of cold hard cash.
"It'll be worth your while," she said with a smirk.
Aurelia decided maybe this girl wasn't so bad after all. She knew how the bad guy side of things worked, at least. "I must be out my mind," she muttered. "All right."
At least it was something to do.
* * *
The change from witch to Wolf was almost as bad as a vampire change, someone had forgotten to mention that. The idea of drinking blood did not thrill Kali in the slightest, but it was over now, and she loved her new form.
She had never felt so powerful, she smirked at the dead body before her, after she'd quite happily ripped his guts out. She decided to leave the body where it was. Why waste time disposing of it?
She stood on her hind legs and shifted back to human form, feeling Power thrumming over her skin. She sighed with contentment.
"You're fast," an amused voice behind her said.
Kali glanced over to see Aurelia leaning against the wall of the alley she had dragged her victim into. Kali shrugged slender shoulders. "What can I say? I'm a fast track kind of girl."
Aurelia chucked dryly. "Sometimes drawing the victim's suffering out can be fun," she said with a curl of her dark lips.
Kali smiled faintly. She did have a point. "There's one more thing we need to talk about," she said.
Aurelia sighed, irritated. "Make it quick, because I haven't fed myself, and I'm not nice when I'm cranky."
Kali snorted. "You're not nice full stop."
Aurelia glared at her, but didn't answer, just stood their expectantly, waiting for Kali to get talking.
"The assassin thing," Kali said. She and Aurelia had discussed this briefly during her change, she wanted more from life, excitement, something to *do*. So why not try assassination?
Aurelia had mentioned some group of Wolf assassins she worked for, who sounded pretty cool, her kind of people.
"You're gonna have to prove yourself first," Aurelia said. "The Boss Lady doesn't accept just anyone."
Kali nodded. "What do I have to do?"
She followed Aurelia out the alley and into the silent streets of Kali's hometown. Maybe she should consider moving to the city or something. Life there might be more interesting.
"You gotta kill someone," Aurelia said rather bluntly.
Kali looked around, but no one was on the streets to hear them. She snorted in contempt. "I kill people all the time."
"Someone not human," Aurelia said with a smile. "Humans are too...easy. They don't provide much of a challenge."
Now that was what Kali wanted to hear. Challenges would give her life meaning, something for her to focus her effort on.
"Now from what I've learned about you, you still go to high school," Aurelia said, looking at her with an expression of distaste.
Kali shrugged a little. "I guess," she said gloomily. "Hunting space for victims though. Plus, something to do when you're bored out your brains."
"What are things like there?" Aurelia asked.
Kali shrugged and told her. A typical human school, only twist being that the most popular people were all Night People.
"Kill them," Aurelia said with a smile.
Kali stared at her. "Kill the Night People. They're not Daybreak or anything."
Aurelia shrugged. "So? Kill the Night People, and I'll consider talking to the Boss Lady." And she was gone, leaving Kali alone on a dark street.
Kill the Night People? Shouldn't be too hard...right?
* * *
Kali scowled, not happy at the idea of forcing herself to mix and match with the human vermin in her class again. She had thought being sole leader of Circle Midnight, with no one telling her what to do would be enough to convince everyone she didn't need to bother with stupid human school, but for some reason, the other Council members seemed to think otherwise. Kali reckoned it was just a means to keeping her out the way.
But she wasn't here to go to class, take notes, do her finals and graduate like everyone expected her to do. She was there to kill the Night People. If she wanted in on this elite group of assassins, the only way Aurelia would even consider talking to her boss, would be if she killed these people.
She watched them from a distance, blending in with the crowd of hangers on and wannabes. Two girls, two guys. Two vamps, a witch, and a shifter.
It wasn't killing them that was the actual problem, what was the problem, was how she would pull it off. Someone would notice if these people didn't show up.
She wasn't the most popular person in school herself, what with her own brand of darkness, the others considered her weird and scary. Even the Night People who said she cramped their style, it didn't matter that she was Circle Midnight, or the leader, for that matter.
Studying them. Kali's lip curled in contempt as she contemplated the idea that maybe they were Daybreak. It certainly seemed like it. She followed the crowd into hallway, discreetly watching as the two girls broke off and headed into the bathroom. She followed.
She ducked into a stall, pulling her stake out her purse. She would have liked to shift and kill them, but even humans would notice if there was a Wolf wandering around the halls.
Kali waited, her heart was beating surprisingly loud. She hadn't expected to feel like this. She killed all the time, so why should this be any different?
Maybe because there was so much riding on whether or not she could do this. She *would* do it. Of course she would. She stepped out of the stall she'd been hiding in. Two blonde heads turned to glance at her, noses wrinkling in disapproval.
"Why are you following us?" one of them asked, uncomfortably.
Kali chuckled slightly, hiding her stake behind her back. "Why would you think that?" she asked.
"You were in the crowd of hangers on this morning," the second one said. "Look, you're just not..." She trailed off at Kali's cold laughter.
"I'm the leader of Circle Midnight, I could make your lives hell if I wanted," she said smugly. She didn't bother she was a little more than that right now. They didn't need to know.
The first girl just gave her a cool look, facing her, arms folded, trying and failing to look tough. Tough didn't work for dopey blondes like these. "So why haven't you?" she asked.
Kali laughed again. For some reason she was finding this whole scene very amusing. "Why waste my time?" she sneered at them. "I've found something to do that's so much more enticing than being popular."
The popular girls exchanged glances. "Oh? And what's that?" The second girl sounded mildly interested.
With movements too fast for them to see Kali yanked the stake out from behind her back, plunging it into one stupid heart then the other. Lucky thing wooden stakes killed witches as well as vampires. She smirked at the shocked expressions on their faces as she watched the witch fall first, followed by the vamp, shrivelling into a pile of old bones.
She made a quick glamour spell to hide her appearance and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the bodies on the floor. As she headed down the hall she could hear screams as someone found the bodies. Kali smiled to herself. She did so enjoy behind herself sometimes. Two down, two to go, she thought smugly. Some challenge this is turning out to be.
A part of her didn't like the fact that everything was so easy. She could see one or two humans glaring at her as she passed. They must be Daybreak. She just looked evenly back at them.
"You'll get what's coming," one of them said. "One day."
Kali sneered and ignored them, but she couldn't shake the shiver that was starting to run through her.
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