Disclaimer: I own Squeak!!! So poopie to you. I own the story and plot and junk as well, so sue me. Wait! NO! DON'T!!!
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Outside the sun began to rise(times of the day is only important here due to the fact I'm dealing with vampires. Poopy blood-sucking--*is attacked by random vampires*). In a dumster, a tabby cat sleeps. And you will care about that soon. The mango tabby, atop her pile of garbage, gently snores, her breath causing the paper in front of her to sway. Birds start to sing to the beauty of the sun while it's rays say to the mango-cat's face "WAKE-UP, DAMN IT!!"
"Huh...?......wha--YAOOOMREOOOOW!!!!!" She yelped, jumping back into the shadows behind then under the watse-depoit. She holds her nose and pants, body shivering. After a moment or two, she calmed down and stretched out her back as much as she could in the cramped area. She took a black claw and scratched at her pearl-white fangs to clean them when she noticed that her breath still smelled of bunny's blood from last night's meal. "Spoot........I fell asleep too early! It must have been only been four in the morning! Now I'm caught in this............crap of a fire-hell-ball! CHEESE!" For lack of a better word, she had blurted out cheese(obviously. If you didn't know that then you are too dumb to be reading my fics. Be gone with you!:P). "Well.....I might as well pass the time......I'm too awake to sleep now." So from the side of her was a CD player. She put in on and pressed play. After a while she couldn't help but sing along "You can push me around but you cannot win. You can throw me down, but I'll rise again, the more you say, the more I'll defy you so get out of my--wha?"((is that song perfect for Zim or/& Jhonen or what?))
The light that before had burned her now was destroyed, eaten in it's prime by the storm clouds that now covered the sky. It begun to rain. Slowly, while staring in awe at the sky, Squeak took off the ear phones and pushed the player away. "Whoa...a storm......do I dare?......Well of course I do!"
Now here is what really separated her from normal cats besides the whole being able to sprout wings thing: She loves stormy weather and water in general. And for any vampire who's around in a storm is a perfect time to stay up late in the day. Of course......when the storm is over...that vampire should be ready to take cover.
Squeak couldn't help but sprout her wings once more from her sides, the sickening, popping sound of the ripping flesh as she did so echoed through the silent area, bouncing off the raging storm which struck back with a war cry of thunder and a fiery flash of clanging weapons.
She smiled at her ally then on an almost set agenda licked away her own blood(sometimes since the blood adds spookyness.) that always stained her pale-in-the-moonlight fur when she wanted to fly. Life as a vampire always had it's downfalls, although this was just an added bonus to the other bigger problems like famine.
After her cleaning and a few hovering flaps of bat wings another cloud joined the armies above. But it did not mindlessly fight with the spears of fire and the drums of thunder. It thought. Thought about what to do. This weather reminded it of it's fellows, the last one she saw being the infamous Ragamuffin, laughing stock of the blood-drinking community. Squeak hated him like victims and vampires alike but she had an honor to keep. A law to succumb to. Any vampire who notices a lesser vampire in need of back-up or just plain assistance needs to lead a hand....or paw....or fang. It's how they've come so far; survived so long. This certainly put more of a damper on things then the pouring waterfalls of gray rain.
"No.....no I won't. I'll become as disrespected as him. No. I will not do so. No one will mind..."
The cloud moving faster yet at the same pace of the others flew higher to the sky, propelled by it's wave of ideas and controversy.
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"What the hell is this place?!" Ragamuffin shouted. The room--no, the house fell silent. But still everyone said things. Without words, without moving. The tension in the area drifted around, clogging up everyone's minds but especially Ragamuffin. You couldn't see Maniac upstairs but you could feel his intent staring. You knew the styrofoam figure below was growling, although he made no sound or movement. The bunny looked on the situation as an observer, like the audience of a movie: mindless. Only focusing on nothing but what was playing before it. The tension grew and not only fogged but crowded at pulled at Ragamuffin. Why was no one speaking, answering his question?! What was going on?! Who ARE these......things?!
More footsteps, but lighter. Not as forced. Like someone was floating rather then walking, happening to touch the steps by accident. Sooner then expected, the silhouette of Maniac appeared in the door way. He first looked coldly into the cage to be stared back at by a growling Ragamuffin. Then his gaze turned to a glare when his eyes met with the psychotic styrofoam cut-out.
"You.....if we didn't have an audience I'd kill you now, you little fuck."
"Ah but Nny, wouldn't that be killing part of yourself? And you can't kill me anyhow. It's almost as if I'm immortal. For my voice will forever echo through your memory and continue to thrive in your mind!"
"Johnny, no!! He's not what he claims to be! In fact, he's the complete opposite!"
"Shut up rodent."
"But rabbits aren't rodents." Ragamuffin quickly covered his mouth. Oh yeah, great move! Nice opening sentence! Anger those who could do horrible things to you why dontcha?! He silently cursed himself, keeping worried eyes on the others in the room. They returned a stare, but this 'Johnny' spoke up, taking calm but suspicious steps towards the cage, kicking the styrofoam away. His voice was emotionless, unless cold counts as an emotion. "Tell...what would it matter to you?"
"Huh?"
"What would it matter to you if I killed your friend there?"
"Wha? But she IS dead."
Johnny blinked. "But...that one strike hardly scrapped the skull let alone not in the correct place for a kill..."
"No, I mean, she was already dead when you dragged us inside after bashing us on the head with that wide knife."
Johnny blinked again but returned with his cold glare. "Well it doesn't much surprise me....nevertheless I will rip the rude piece of shit in to an uncountable amount of tiny pieces."
Ragamuffin hissed, seeming to reflect the cold stare. "I'd like to see you try."
Johnny raised an eyebrow, still glaring but smugly. "You're really not in the best of conditions to threaten." And with that (and a quick fling of his hand) he cut through the practically denigrating chain that supported the cage and it fell roughly with a slam.
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