YES!!! I have updated!!!! So enjoy. Lol. Not so much character bashing. Writer's Block sucks.
DISCLAIMER: No, I DON'T own daughters of the moon. If I did, it would've come out in Vancouver stores. Darn it, I'm still waiting on my copy to come from the US so I can finally read those fanfics with spoilers for TFE!!
Cassandra smoothed out her tunic in a rather grandmotherly manner.
She was sitting on one side of the round table, all the Daughters sitting on the other side, crammed together, because she scared the shit out of them, although no one would admit it.
"Now, my Daughters, we are gathered here today..." Cassandra started.
"What the hell does she think this is? A funeral?" Serena whispered to Catty.
Catty fidgeted. "I hope not, but at least it's not as bad as one of Maggie's talks."
The memory of the creepy, white haired Mater made them shudder.
Cassandra grinned. "Now", she continued in a rather serene voice, "We all know the Atrox is trying to take over the world."
Tianna rolled her eyes. Like, that was so, totally obvious.
Vanessa raised her hand. Cassandra gestured at it, indicating she should go on.
"Um, like, is this gonna take long? Cuz I really, really gotta go meet Michael, we're going for a romantic walk!!!" She squealed.
Cassandra blinked. She wasn't aware that these Daughters and a LIFE too, outside of battling the Atrox and all... she thought foiling the Followers' plans had been a full time job. She had spent like, weeks trying to figure out that ex-gangbanger's weakness so she could bring down their whole group. Time, after all, was what Followers had enough of.
Then Jimena yawned, stretching and smacking her lips.
That just about did it for Cassandra. She jumped up, knocking the low table over and spilling Maggie's tea set that she set up so the Daughters could feel more at home. Right, fuck that. She tried to spend two minutes being nice to them, trying, because, maybe...just maybe.. she was meant to be good.
Cassandra laughed out loud, yeah, righhhttt. She rolled her eyes at herself. She tore apart the silky material of the tunic.
"AGGGGHHHH!!!" Vanessa screamed and covered her eyes.
Catty leaned forward expectantly, unfortunately, Cassandra wasn't stripping but was wearing a black micro mini, a blood-red corset accessorized with bangles and a belt. Tattoos on her neck, arms, and exposed hips bone declared her allegiance to the Atrox.
"Now, you will listen to me, and you'll listen well", Cassandra growled. "I don't want any of you bitching about your lives. I'm only here to make your lives miserable."
Serena commented, "Well, actually, you're here cuz the Atrox sent you, right? So...basically, you're not really here... or you don't want to be?"
Everyone stared at her.
She squinted. "Oh, wait, there's more..."
And then it occurred to Cassandra that she was reading her mind.
"No more, dammit!", she yelled, smacking Serena over the head with the closest object, which happened to be Catty's chair.
"Ouch!" Catty cried as her ass hit the floor. "You're...you're..."
Jimena drew a machete out of her arm sleeve.
"...Not nice!!!!!", Catty bawled.
Vanessa blinked. "That's the best you could come up with?"
Catty nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You're PA-the-tic!" Serena pointed a finger at Catty. Jimena raised her knife. "Oye, chica, nobody habla con Catty like that, even if they are on some kind of drogas!!"
Vanessa pointed at Tianna. "She once used Catty and pretended to be her best friend, which she is, like, so not, cuz, I am! She only wanted Catty because she thought it'd make her look smarter, standing next to that." She then gestured at the bawling Catty on the floor. "Like that'd be even possible, even with brain surgery."
"OH THAT IS IT!!! YOU'RE MINE, BITCH! I'm gonna bitch you up so bad even your bitches will be bitched!!" Tianna howled at Vanessa.
Cassandra leaned against the wall as she watched Selene's carefully selected group break into an all-out brawl. She withdrew a stained folder from her bodice, carefully untying the strings. Not even Catty noticed at this point.
Cassandra's Shit, it read. Keep out.
Cassandra flicked through files labelled "Suck up to Atrox", "Get laid by Stanton", until she finally found the one she was looking for. Why did that take so long? Didn't she beat Murray until he finally agreed to organize her evil plans? Damn him. Even his organizing was crap.
Find New Servants, it read. Take 67.
1. Pretend to be nice to the Daughters. Cassandra put a check next to that. Hey, she fucking tried. Jimena just had a really bad temper.
2. Get them mad and bitching and each other. This works best if at least one of them is PMS-ing. Cassandra strutted over to the mess of fighting chicks and examined their pants. Sure enough, Tianna's were smeared in a dark red. Or maybe that was just the fashion these days. Oh well. She shrugged and check that one off anyways.
3. Get them together by bad-mouthing the others behind their backs. Then trick them into thinking being her servants will defeat the Atrox once and for all. Make it sound simple. Cassandra had no idea what was going through her head as she was writing this. Maybe Murray wrote it. She slammed the file shut, still managing to make a loud noise even though it was paper. Then an evil grin stretched across her face. It seemed stupid enough that it just might work.
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And, so, four days later...
Cassandra sat on her golden throne, relaxing and flipping through the latest issue of Evil Teen Vogue. Catty was on her hands and knees at Cassandra's (rather smelly) feet, painting her toenails on extraordinary shade of maroon that precisely matched her hair. Vanessa was combing through Cassandra's hair, stopping, occasionally, to run the gold- plated brush through her own hair.
Jimena was feeding her a most delicious wine grapes, only half the time shoving a bunch too far down her throat, causing the Magna Mater to gag momentarily.
"Cassandra, I've been painting and re- painting your toenails for the last three days!" Catty whined, pinching her nose. "Couldn't I move on to your hands?" She pleaded. "I know this wonderful pattern, I experimented on Chris the other day, and I'm sure he liked it", she recalled Chris's rather stiff thank-you as he had glanced as his pink fingernails. She sighed in adoration.
"No", Cassandra replied. "And strip those again, they're not the right shade of brown. I want exactly the kind Britney Spears wore this very day, two years ago. Catty nodded and went off to mix another shade.
Jimena shoved another batch of grapes down Cassandra's throat. Something about the Follower choking made her look like a dying flamingo. Her slender limbs convulsed and her whole body shook. She chuckled and reached for more grapes.
Serena was staring out the window, pretending to be doing a mind scan for gossip as Cassandra had asked her to, but really daydreaming about Stanton, and how she should take their PG rated love to the next level. Fuck it, something made her stop and turn everytime she wanted to run away. It happened to all the Daughters. They all had to obey Cassandra. She wondered if it was the same force that didn't allow them to attack, damn it. Why was this so inconvenient? Plus, she hadn't downed tequila in a while and was totally craving some.
"Why are we doing this again?" Vanessa asked, while purposely tangling Cassandra's hair in the comb, so it would hurt that much more when she tried to yank the comb through. And people say she's passive. Hmph, she was plenty aggressive. Man, pulling another chick's hair, that was pretty gruesome, Vanessa thought.
"BE-cause", Cassandra racked her mind for yet another reasonable bullshit answer. "If the Atrox thinks you're busy, he won't bother attacking you, giving us the perfect chance of sneak up on him and kill him!" She emphasized this with a punch in the air.
Vanessa nodded, simply eating it all up. "So, when we like, totally beat the shit out of him, I can be the most popular pop princess on Earth????"
Cassandra nodded. "I'll make sure that happens," She said, lying through her teeth.
"Cool!!" Catty ran up to her. "HOW do you DO that? Show me how to lie through my teeth! Me, me, ME!!!"
Jimena caught Serena's eye from across the room and groaned. "Um, I'mma take a short break." She groaned, making her way to the door.
"OK, but don't be late! You've got exactly FIFTEEN minutes!!!" Called Cassandra, pointing at her... oh, wait. she didn't even own a watch. She retreated sheepishly.
Serena jumped at this chance. "Um... yeah. Me too. Same as her." She ran to the window and hoisted herself over the ledge, jumping into the speeding traffic below. Ouch. She must really want to get away. Or maybe she really needed to use a bathroom.
Vanessa shrugged. "What's up with them?"
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The Atrox leaned back in his office chair. His two o' clock appointment was late. He checked his schedule. Yup, Stanton was late. Very late, since the person in the office next to him had already left for the day. Fuck, he thought. I should get myself new Followers. Ones who are on time and not constantly off watching porno with Tymmie and Karyl. He then searched his drawers for his Evil King-sized All-Seeing BinocularsTM. He leaned over the window, cape billowing in the wind.
Hmmm...
Little boy eating taffy apple.
Jimena firing a gun wildly in all directions out of anger. He ducked.
Serena waiting by corner store for Stanton.
Stanton molesting little kid, stealing his apple.
Jimena busting a cap in the same boy's ass.
Stanton presenting stolen apple to Serena.
Cassandra in Maggie's apartment chocking on grapes. Hmm, she kind of looks like a flamingo. Vanessa and Catty doing nothing to help.
Jimena buying drugs from that man on Wilshire.
Serena and Stanton getting kinky.
Jimena taking plastic baggie out of pocket labeled "Serena's Drugs."
Serena and Stanton doing a mind scan on each other.
Jimena smoking drugs she confiscated from Serena. What kind of friend is that? A fucking smartass, if you wanted to know. The Atrox put down the binoculars. Obviously everyone's lives were better off than his. His grabbed his wallet and strode out the office. Fuck Cassandra. For now, he needed get some of those drugs from that dealer. Who said evil spectral beings couldn't consume drugs, especially Estacy?
And that was how he came up with the idea that Tianna should bear his child.
Yes, a bit of randomness at the end, and this chap was...pretty stupid.. oh well! Thanks for reading anyways! If you made it this far, I congratulate you.
Reviews:
Nymbis- 0.o you were the only one to review!! THANK YOU!!! bow bow yupps, it's so easy making fun of the Atrox, ain't it? ;)
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