Help, I'm losing so much sleep writing this..Anyways if you're reading thanks so much, I love you!

Disclaimer: I don't own TT or TTG, or the comics. This is a fiction!

"Angela."

"Angela...wake up."

Dark unkempt hair sprawled all over the ground and blanket tossed to the side, Angela rolled over from her side groggily, blinking back sleep to see the shadowy silhouette of two women hovering over her.

Angela, fuzzy and confused, sat up, rubbing her violet eyes. "Wha... what's going on?" She stood up, pulling the cult's signature hood over her frizzy hair. "Have-have I done something wrong?"

The two pale-skinned women said nothing, but merely turned and began moving toward the backroom.

Angela, still a bit lost but didn't want to seem unintelligent, followed the pair questioningly. She knew their rituals typically did not start until it grew dark, and although it was cloudy, chilly, and moist outside, it was quite obviously daylight. Maybe it was a special occasion she had missed? Possibly they had found a breakthrough?

Questions buzzed in the teen's head as the women thrusted the doors to the backroom open, revealing every member of the demon-worshipping sect all standing in a circle, holding hands, just like they usually did.

Huh, Angela thought. She stood in front of the doors, which swung shut behind her, so the congregation was in front of her. So maybe not any occasion? Maybe everyone just wanted to do all of this early.Yes, that was what this was. Just..

Then Angela spotted the candles on the floor on the inside of their circle, along with a velvety dark red rug the color of blood. This was certainly new, Angela mused. She began to walk toward the circle, attempting to scope out her place in the clan but failing to find where she fit in.

Brother Blood, standing at the top of the circle like he always did, seemed to sense Angela's uncertainty, because he stepped out of his position and approached Angela, who peered up at the six-foot elderly man, perplexed.

"Angela, my dear. We have... a different plan for today, darling." he drawled. "Today we want you in a different place."

"Um...alright," answered a bewildered Angela. What was happening?

Blood took Angela's grayish-white hand and led the girl through the circle so that she was standing in the middle of the circle, on the red rug, with tall, elegant candles surrounding her. After placing the girl there, Blood stepped gingerly over the candles and moved back up to his original location mutely.

Angela was almost afraid to ask, but she had to: "What am I here for?"

Brother Blood's head tilted downward and he did not reply, nor did anybody else. Shy Angela did not want to interject with anything for fear of screwing something up- again- so she plainly remained idle, waiting as patiently as she could for instruction.

All of a sudden, Brother Blood made a jerk with his head toward someone at the bottom of their circle, and upon seeing this signal they removed themselves and went to a smaller room behind everybody, emerging shortly later with a sharp-looking object- something that gleamed silver.

A knife.

Naive Angela was even more curious now, even standing slightly on her tiptoes in order to see what was going to happen. In the eleven months she had been a part of this denomination, she'd never seen anything like this.

And then she saw the red glowing mark on the knife-bearer's dorsal side of their hand.