Ding dong! Marion stood upon the porch of the feared and respected, Vendetta's, house. Just a matter of seconds later, there she was herself, Vendetta, opening the door, her expression turning into an immediate frown.
"What is this?!" she demanded coldly, her hamster agreeing with her by growling angrily.
"Eeeeeek.. V-Vendetta, I-I uhm.. want to be your fiend-making apprentice..." Her sentence was cut off by Vendetta's caustic laughter.
"You?..my apprentice?!" she repeated, laughing hysterically before changing back to her cold-hearted attitude. "Why should I, Vendetta, make you my apprentice? You're stupider than stupid Charlotte!" She was just about to slam the door until Marion began to stutter again.
"B-But I have an idea for you to d-destroy Charlotte.."
Destroy Charlotte, destroy Charlotte, destroy Charlotte, echoed throughout the Bulgarian's mind as her signature grin curled upon her lips. "I'm listening.." She inferred, opening the door wider in a manner of inviting Marion inside. Marion, catching the hint, walked inside, cringing as the door slammed closed behind her. Vendetta, being completely out-of-character, happily led her towards the kitchen, taking a seat at the table.
"Are you hungry, Marion?" Vendetta asked, taking out her usual platter of clams, beef jerky, and grape punch.
"H-Huh? Oh, no t-thanks.."
"Fine," the Bulgarian replied, eating her meal greedily and hungrily. "Now, what's your idea?"
"W-Well I-I--"
"SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!" Vendetta screeched, slamming her fists down on the table. Marion's constant stuttering was beginning to tick her off, though she did enjoy the fear and respect she was showing her.
"Yes ma'am! Well, Charlotte has a huge crush on Marvin... so.. maybe you can make a fiend to look like him and then keep the real Marvin here--"
"Heh heh heh heh! That's a brilliant idea!" The mossy-colored tyrant rubbed her hands together devilishly.
"I-It is?"
"Yes! You know, you are not as stupid as I thought.." Vendetta shot up from her chair, walking towards her countertop. "Come Marion, and I shall show you what you are to do to make this fiend."
"O-Okay.." she obeyed, following.
Boom! The fat, thick cookbook was spread wide, revealing its broad and wide pages. Flick, flick, flick went the pages as the evil green girl flipped through them, searching for a particular recipe. "Ah, here it is." She murmured, running her finger across the egg-shell colored page. "The shapeshifting fiend."
"Shapeshifting fiend?" Marion repeated in the form of a question.
"Ingredients," Vendetta read, "two snake fangs, a sample of his blood, and a clump of his stupid hair. Marion!"
"Y-Yes?"
"Go fetch Marvin!" She clenched her teeth, putting emphasis on his name, which sent chills up Marion's spine.
"O-Okay.." she replied, immediate dashing out of the door to find the dark green boy.
"Good. I have the remaining ingredients," she replied, knowing she and Grudge were the only ones there. "Heh heh heh!"
"Four crunchy spiders, two clam shells," She shrugged her shoulders, throwing in the whole box of spiders in the bowl. It wouldn't ruin the mixture to add extras. Adding in the two whole clams, she turned her attention back to the recipe. "And to make sure that it – I mean Marvin – only attacks Charlotte, a picture of her! Heh heh heh heh!"
Just as Vendetta added the picture and began to stir, Marion was returning back with Marvin who was trembling from head to toe. The teenage prodigy could hear his pleas of freedom, much to her satisfaction. As soon as she made direct eye contact with the male, he immediately fell to his knees pleading, "My life. Please spare my life!"
Vendetta rolled her eyes slightly as she muttered, "Stupid boy. I am not going to hurt you.. yet." She smirked, watching him bristle with fear again. "I just need some samples from you."
"S-Samples?"
"Just some of your stupid blood and a clump of your stupid hair."
"What for?" he asked boldly. "This isn't for Charlotte, is it?"
Vendetta growled. How dare someone defy her orders? She stormed over to him, gripping his neck tightly in her hands. "Look, stupid boy. You will do as you are told, or I could easily feed you to my fiends who would happily devour your stupid body. Would you like that?"
Marvin shook his head, while Vendetta continued on after seeing his response. "Good." Marion handed her some scissors and Vendetta began to extract his DNA. Jabbing his finger lightly, (against her pleasure) she watched in awe as his crimson red blood slowly dropped into the black-and-gray mixture. Next, she yanked out a few strands of his hair, dropping it into the unidentified concoction as well.
"N-Now what?" Marvin asked timidly, eying the fiend-making prodigy.
Vendetta shrugged her shoulders lightly in a non-caring manner. "I have no use for you now. Hamster! Lock him in the basement!"
Grudge grunted, then threw the teen over his shoulder as he marched into the dark, eerie basement. In a matter of seconds, the two were consumed by the darkness and Vendetta turned her attention back to the mixture.
"RAAAAAAAAAAWRRR!" The bowl growled, shaking and rattling upon the countertop. Both females watched; Vendetta in triumph and Marion in fear. The fiend, who had taken the appearance of Marvin, emerged from the bowl, growling and looking around for Charlotte hungrily.
"Heh heh heh heh!" she cackled. "You are looking for the stupid blue girl? Hah! I will show you where she lives and explain how you are to handle your mission." Vendetta rubbed her hands again in delight, exiting the house with her newest fiend by her side.
"You are to love her," she explained in disgust. Anything romantic or nice made her sick to her stomach. "Treat her well. Hug her often.. k-kiss her.. do whatever of the stupid emotion, love! Then, once you get her alone.. you will EAT her! Eat her aliiiiive! Heh heh heh heh heh!"
Just as Vendetta finished her words, the two had reached Charlotte's house. The tyrant stuck her tongue out, again in disgust. Charlotte's cheerful and bright-colored house made her even more sick than the talk of love. Placing her finger on the buzzer, Vendetta rang the multi-colored doorbell. Ding dong!