Part 10
Midian would have liked the opportunity to take out Blake herself, now feeling confident enough to actually face him. She refused to give into that irritating little tremor of fear whenever his name was mentioned.
She'd suffered more than anyone at his hands and deserved her shot at revenge. It seemed unfair that Kestrel, who wanted to *date* him, was the one who got to stake him. It seemed ridiculous.
She had been surprised Rowan had tried to imply to torture Blake, it was a shame no one else had wanted to go ahead with that plan, even more surprising Ash had been the one to veto it. Rowan had always struck her as the type of likeable person everyone loved. The type of people she was usually terribly jealous of, having never found the courage to try and be like that. She still couldn't get over the change in Ash's attitude, either.
She collapsed on the bed and started to flip through the TV channels. She tried to think if there was anyone else in the enclave who had been a victim of Blake's cruelty. She had been his favourite, but she was pretty certain there were others.
She was just getting into a murder mystery movie on Bravo when there was an irritating knocking on the door. She wasn't in the mood for talking to people at the moment. With a sigh of impatience, she answered anyway, surprised to see Rowan there. "What are you doing here?"
"I think it's completely unfair that Kestrel gets the fun of killing Blake, so I have a new plan." She came inside, closing the door behind her.
Midian had to admit, she was kind of intrigued. Maybe Rowan wasn't as nice as everyone seemed to think she was. She turned off the TV. "What kind of plan?"
Rowan paced around the small room. "Got any booze?"
Midian blinked. "Huh?"
"Alcohol. It's a human thing that's supposed to - "
"Make you drunk?" Midian smiled. "I know what alcohol is." She took a bottle of Scotch out the cupboard along with two glasses.
"You see people on the TV drinking when they're plotting like this, I guess I want to see what it's like." Rowan made a face as she took a swig of the dark amber liquid.
Midian was guessing Rowan had never been drunk before. ^Oh God^ she thought. "So what's your plan?" she asked again.
Rowan smiled a little, just the corner of her lip lifting cruelly. "Do you remember a girl called Alana Blackthorn?"
Midian vaguely recalled. There had been a lot of fuss about her in the enclave, supposedly she was the daughter of a rich and powerful vampire lord, there to choose a husband. "I remember, why?" She leaned against the kitchen counter, curious to where Rowan was going with this.
"She's the only girl Blake has never been able to seduce," Rowan said gleefully. "I heard him complaining about it to Ash once. She wouldn't choose him."
Midian found herself smiling. Blake must have just *hated* that. Girls normally melted at his feet. She had never known one who hadn't before. "Again, I ask, why?"
"I tracked her down, she's going to come and help us capture him." Rowan was on her fourth glass of Scotch, dancing around Midian's apartment. She misplaced her feet and lurched forward. Midian caught her before she hit the floor. "I think that's enough Scotch. This is being drunk."
Rowan giggled. "Everything's sparkly and - fun. I like it." She smiled crookedly, arms wrapping around Midian's shoulders for support. "Alana's going to seduce him and take him somewhere we can give him a taste of his own medicine." Rowan moved away from Midian, sitting on the end of the bed. "That's going to be *really* run." Rowan fell backwards, and ten minutes later Midian heard her snoring.
As drunk as Rowan had been (after four shots) Midian had to admit she liked the sound of Rowan's plan. She wondered how Rowan had managed to *find* Alana was a little confusing, but it was going to be interesting to see if this actually worked.
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Midian would have liked the opportunity to take out Blake herself, now feeling confident enough to actually face him. She refused to give into that irritating little tremor of fear whenever his name was mentioned.
She'd suffered more than anyone at his hands and deserved her shot at revenge. It seemed unfair that Kestrel, who wanted to *date* him, was the one who got to stake him. It seemed ridiculous.
She had been surprised Rowan had tried to imply to torture Blake, it was a shame no one else had wanted to go ahead with that plan, even more surprising Ash had been the one to veto it. Rowan had always struck her as the type of likeable person everyone loved. The type of people she was usually terribly jealous of, having never found the courage to try and be like that. She still couldn't get over the change in Ash's attitude, either.
She collapsed on the bed and started to flip through the TV channels. She tried to think if there was anyone else in the enclave who had been a victim of Blake's cruelty. She had been his favourite, but she was pretty certain there were others.
She was just getting into a murder mystery movie on Bravo when there was an irritating knocking on the door. She wasn't in the mood for talking to people at the moment. With a sigh of impatience, she answered anyway, surprised to see Rowan there. "What are you doing here?"
"I think it's completely unfair that Kestrel gets the fun of killing Blake, so I have a new plan." She came inside, closing the door behind her.
Midian had to admit, she was kind of intrigued. Maybe Rowan wasn't as nice as everyone seemed to think she was. She turned off the TV. "What kind of plan?"
Rowan paced around the small room. "Got any booze?"
Midian blinked. "Huh?"
"Alcohol. It's a human thing that's supposed to - "
"Make you drunk?" Midian smiled. "I know what alcohol is." She took a bottle of Scotch out the cupboard along with two glasses.
"You see people on the TV drinking when they're plotting like this, I guess I want to see what it's like." Rowan made a face as she took a swig of the dark amber liquid.
Midian was guessing Rowan had never been drunk before. ^Oh God^ she thought. "So what's your plan?" she asked again.
Rowan smiled a little, just the corner of her lip lifting cruelly. "Do you remember a girl called Alana Blackthorn?"
Midian vaguely recalled. There had been a lot of fuss about her in the enclave, supposedly she was the daughter of a rich and powerful vampire lord, there to choose a husband. "I remember, why?" She leaned against the kitchen counter, curious to where Rowan was going with this.
"She's the only girl Blake has never been able to seduce," Rowan said gleefully. "I heard him complaining about it to Ash once. She wouldn't choose him."
Midian found herself smiling. Blake must have just *hated* that. Girls normally melted at his feet. She had never known one who hadn't before. "Again, I ask, why?"
"I tracked her down, she's going to come and help us capture him." Rowan was on her fourth glass of Scotch, dancing around Midian's apartment. She misplaced her feet and lurched forward. Midian caught her before she hit the floor. "I think that's enough Scotch. This is being drunk."
Rowan giggled. "Everything's sparkly and - fun. I like it." She smiled crookedly, arms wrapping around Midian's shoulders for support. "Alana's going to seduce him and take him somewhere we can give him a taste of his own medicine." Rowan moved away from Midian, sitting on the end of the bed. "That's going to be *really* run." Rowan fell backwards, and ten minutes later Midian heard her snoring.
As drunk as Rowan had been (after four shots) Midian had to admit she liked the sound of Rowan's plan. She wondered how Rowan had managed to *find* Alana was a little confusing, but it was going to be interesting to see if this actually worked.
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