Hello readers! yupps, I finally updated. My computer is NOT cooperating (bad comp!) but, yeah.

Disclaimer stuff: no, I DON'T own Daughters of the Moon, duh! oh yeah.. I shoulda put one of these in the first chap, too. oh well. don't sue. I don't own Batman or Transformers. Sorry. (7 yr old Batman fanatics: awwwww!!!!)

Sorry guys. so enjoy! and review pls ;D tell me if you want to see anything happen and I'll try my best.

It was three in the afternoon, and Cassandra was snoring loudly.

Morgan, Karyl and Tymmie peeked over the armrest of the lumpy couch.

"Think we should wake her?"

"Yeah, the Atrox would want to know!!"

"Then you wake her. Last time I did, all hell broke loose." Karyl rolled up his sleeves to expose burn marks.

Morgan whimpered. "Maybe we should just let her sleep?"

Tymmie snickered. "No way. The Atrox is totally gonna banish her again for this. I'm not fucking missing that for the world."

Morgan rolled her eyes. Kelly, Tymmie and Yvonne had hung out at Planet Bang last night and had creeped into the mind of the most vulnurable of the Daughters, the brown-haired one they called Catty. Imagine their glee when Yvonne had found out the old woman had dissapeared, and that Cassandra was meant to take her place!

Bitch, Morgan thought. She bags Stanton, doesn't let any of us touch like, the hottest guy ever, calls the couch, never ever shares her stupid- ok, pretty cute- outfits-and ok, they were stolen, but, ugh!! She scares the shit out of all of us, including Tymmie, who is actually pretty hot, but nooooo... he has to freaking like Cassandra! Plus, her cooking sucks.

But now, now... the Atrox would surely banish her for being the next chosen Mater. Morgan grinned. Now she would be the most fashionable, she would be the one all the guys liked, she would be the overpowering Follower...next to Yvonne, of course, who had promised to share the position as long as Morgan kept up cooking, cleaning, washing, etc. And Yvonne was always trustworthy.. right? Right???? And Kelly would be their loyal servant. Life could not get any better...

Tymmie had now gotten ahold of a large stick was nervously poking Cassandra from across the room. Morgan crawled into Karyl's Batman sleeping bag and propped herself up on her elbows. Karyl was attempting to cook a measly bag of microwavable popcorn by heating it under his armpits. Morgan wrinkled her nose in disgust. She was not eating that.

Suddenly, Cassandra's eyelids popped open (Morgan swore she could hear eerie music playing in the background) and in one smooth motion, she jumped off the couch and stretched. Trembling, Tymmie immediately dropped the stick and dove under his Transformers quilt to hide.

"I had the weirdest fucked-up dream", Cassandra commented. "HA!!! Could you believe I had the GUTS to dream that Selene visited me and told me I was the M- thing or whatever??" GAH-HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!" She was now rolling on the floor laughing.

Karyl and Tymmie shared a glance. Damn, Cassandra was so freaking weird sometimes.

Maybe she's PMS-ing, Morgan thought.

"And now, now..., " Cassandra was almost choking on her spit. "Now, I'm supposed to abandon the ATROX, leave what I freaking FOUGHT FOR to... to.. help them!!!" She sat up and slapped at her knee. "Isn't that like, the most fucked-up thing that could ever happen???"

Silence.

"Um...guys?" Cassandra looked from Tymmie, to Morgan who was staring wide- eyed, to Karyl, who froze in preparing armpit-popcorn.

Dead. Silence.

Tymmie cleared his throat. Ahem. "Well, actually..."

His bout of bad news was cut short by Cassandra seizing him by the (very dirty) collar. "You got something to say, huh? Telling me I'm not loyal, hmm? Did you actually think you had the gall to critizise my position under the Atrox?"

Tymmie's eyes darted nervously. "Um, I was just gonna tell you that wasn't a dream..."

Cassandra snorted. "Oh please Tymmie, what do you think, that I really am the supposed "Mater" -she did air quotations- "Of the group of bitches we are all supposed to be plotting to destroy this very moment? It.Was.Just.A.Dream!"

Suddenly the door slammed open, causing Morgan and Karyl to pee their pants.

"HEY!!!" Karyl accused, pointing a finger. "That's MY sleeping bag you're peeing in, bitch!"

Morgan rolled her eyes. "Well, don't look at me, look at..." At this Morgan pointed a finger at the doorway, standing in which was...

"Kelly?!?!"

"Hi, like, totally, omg-osh", the annoying blonde chirruped.

Cassandra dropped Tymmie. "Whaddya want, bitch?" She drawled.

"OH.MY.GOD. Like, you will so, totally not believe what happened, the Atrox like, himself, he totally asked for youuuuuu, Cassandra", Kelly spoke in that annoyingly- high pitched tone.

"Fine", Cassandra whipped her long, black coat from off the floor, dusted it off, and stomped out the door.

Kelly stared in her wake. "Like, wow, the Atrox, you know, it seemed totally mad. I wouldn't have even went if I were her."

"She is dead. DUH-head." Morgan emphasized.

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two hours later

Cassandra knocked nervously on the Atrox's office door. It was embellished with a name-plate reading "Mr. A. Trox". Cassandra rolled her eyes. For an evil force willing to take over the world and the moon as we know it, he was terribly unoriginal. She took the bus downtown, dammit! In rush hour! And yes, the Atrox's "top secret" headquarters just had to be in a common office skyscraper type thing. Was he even trying to be secretive?

The door slammed open.

"Come in, come in..."

Cassandra walked purposefully inside and plopped rather un-gracefully into one of the chairs facing the large office desk.

"Now, I have alot to say, so don't interrupt me." The Atrox thundered.

Cassandra nodded.

"It seems that you have been appointed the Mater of the Daughters."

"That little fucker was actually telling the truth?" Cassandra gasped.

The Atrox stared. "I have no tolerance for language, miss."

"But, but..."

"Ah- ah..."

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "So can't I just do the usual? You know, fu- ahem, mess up their lives? Make them believe they have to turn to the Atrox? All that shit?"

The Atrox pondered. "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of, say, staging a play, some form of entertainment, maybe a" -he waggled his eyebrows suggestively- "sleepover. It does get terribly lonely here... "

Cassandra gaped. Oh god. Was there nobody who wanted to fuck one of the Daughters?

"I was thinking...Tianna... man, that girl got ass!" Said...you-know-who.

"..."

"Or, maybe, Vanessa. You know how I like an unspoiled virgin. And please, she's not gettin' any wit Mi-chae-el". He said with a horrible french accent.

Cassandra silently got up and closed the door behind her. It was time to take matters in her own hands.

Arriving back at the Follower's apartment, Cassandra dug through the linings of the couch until she found what she was looking for. Plan for domination, the file read. She cackled to herself. Now was the time for a new set of servants: the Daughters themselves!

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Okays, I know this chap wasn't that funny, and.. not alot of character bashing, but the next one will be better, if i don't get writer's block (nervous laughter) they really should have a cure for that.
Thanks for reading again guys!! Thanks to the reviewers too, I'll post responses here ;)

The Obsidian Angel- YAY! I'm glad you think it's interesting; it's not gonna work out, LOL the Daughters are gonna be tortured! cackles

Nymbis- aww, thanks ( it was a great idea XD

Phoenix- Fire Power - Yuppers, updating now.. see it? yeah, im posting these as im wrting them, gonna be slooooowwwwww, going to read your fic now!! (