I, in no way, shape or form own any of L.J. Smith's characters, names, etc. Anma, Amunet, Salem and a handful of other are.
We stalk the back ally ways, preying on Night World people and Circle Daybreak people alike. We're not helpless. We're not naïve and we certainly aren't depending on anyone.
We're not part of the righteous, Circle Daybreak or the power hungry Night World.
We're the nightmare of both worlds, and when you have fame like that, people are sure to notice you. Whether that's good, or bad.
"-six teenagers, ages ranging from 15 to 18 were found dead this morning in a local county club. They were void of blood and seemed to have died of shock, just as the others who were killed three weeks earlier were found. The only information given was a quote from the Chief of Police saying, 'we have another vampire cult on our hands'.
A memorial service will be held tomorrow at the Reynoldsburg High School for these six victims: Anna Cecil 15, Watt Ebintino 18, Jessica Caldwell 16, Sarah Demons 17, Michael Davis 18, and Waverly Chang 16.
No one will forget these six students, or these terrible attacks-"
Anma Shyer turned the television off from where she stood, a dark yet neutral expression on her face. "The culprits? All of the Night World's people, three vampires and a shape shifter. Two of the four had their soul mates with them, and you all know what that means." Anma's dark expression became one of childish joy. "Find them, and kill them…the culprits and the soul mates."
Amunet smirked and glanced around at the other, unsure faces. "Oh, don't tell me you've all gone soft because of that new witch!" Amunet said, laughing insanely.
"Amunet? They did nothing and yet you presume to torture them for their mate's doings! It's unfair!"
"Life is unfair, Julian! Hence why we're here." Amunet stared at the rest of them, a look of total unbelief on her childish features.
"Whatever. Anma, where we headed?" Amunet continued, acting as though nothing had interrupted the meeting.
"Las Vegas, Nevada. You'll be staying at The Venetian, in one of the more…luxurious suits." Anma answered handing Amunet a manila folder. "Go pack, the plane leaves in the morning, I'll give you your alias and everything before you go."
"Great. So, this is a solo job. Excellent." Amunet said, casting a glare at the soft hearted others in the room.
As she stalked out of the room and down the hall to her limo she thought about it all. Soft hearted jackasses! All of them! How can they be that naïve? Ah! Whatever, it's hardly my fault if they think that way!
As she was driven to her house all she thought about was getting back from Las Vegas and telling them all about the tortures. They'd squirm for sure.
The car stopped and her door opened. She got out and walked up the long drive way to the front door. She took out her keys and opened the large black-wood door.
It creaked, slightly as she threw it shut. She hurriedly ran up the large and elaborate staircase to her room.
She threw everything she had into a small gym bag and ran down stairs back to the limo.
"Uh…the airport, please." Amunet requested, getting out her cell phone. She dialed Anma's number and hoped to hell that she'd pick up.
"Ah! Unless you are in a whole lot of god damn trouble why the hell are you calling me!" came Anma's irritated voice. Amunet laughed.
"I'm leaving for Las Vegas! Now! Just wanted to tell you, anything you need me to know before I head out?"
Anma seemed to think. "No, the folder tells all. Call me when you get there." Anma didn't wait for a reply to hang up the phone.
Amunet stared at her phone. "Well, thanks, yeah, I'll have a great time, thanks!" she said to it, earning an odd stare from the limo driver.
She grinned at him. "Hi." She said waving shyly. She rolled her eyes.
This is just the start! The chapters will be much longer, but I just want to see how this does, first. Review, please! Thanks!
- Midnight