They're still there waiting, I don't know what for.

Perfect, just perfect. Someone's behind me, female no doubt.

"What do you want?" I hiss through clenched teeth.

"Are you the one that killed that freak, Jugular?" a soft voice whispers in my ear.

Movement of a shadow, the dim of sunlight displays a pale girl.

"I am," I hold out my wrists to her, "Cuff me." the girl chuckles.

"It was only a question. Who are you?" Her features have no mischievous spark to them.

"I'm Blackthorn Agony. What's your name?"

"Were not you killed two years ago?"

"Correct but I asked you a question."

"What happened to you?" a lump forms in the back of my throat, causing me to look away from her dark amber eyes.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me..." she rests her arm around my shoulder.

"Come with me...I'll get you some clean clothes, new weapons and a bath."

"No, it's fine. I don't want to burden you."

"You're no burden, believe me on that. Let's go to my place." she pets the Crow on my shoulder.

"Beautiful bird, I love Crows..." she murmurs and the bird nuzzles against her palm.

We reach the club. My CLUB.
During the daytime, it serves as a dark cafe.

"Where the hell are we?" Blackthorn says in my ear, her eyes wide open in surprise.

"This is my club."

"Why are there banners?"

"Today is my birthday."

"Interesting..." she remarks and turns away, looking at all the activity.

If you've ever been in an extremely dark, haunted, disco-like club. You'd think this was the Queen of them all. This place is full of Gothic, partying, fiends.

Doesn't surprise me much.

"You'll find Stake over in the left corner, next to the bar," she points to the crowd next to the bar, "She'll be the one surrounded by all those lesbian dancers." The unnamed girl gives me one last hug before disappearing into the dancing bunch.

"Party time." I say and smirk.

Where's Celeste?"

"I don't know, Stake." Joscelin shrugs her shoulders at me.

"Well, where do you think she'd be?" I ask while rubbing the inside of a dancer's thigh. Over the woman's shoulder, I see a girl walking over to us. Her face painted white with black slits running through her eyes and a makeshift grin pasted across her lips.

"Hello, Sexy." Joscelin winks at her.

"Hello..." she says huskily, then turns to me. Damn...have me some sexy ass.

"Hey, Cutie. You mind a drink?" I pass her my tequila, she merely waves her hand.

"No thanks."

"What's your name, Sweetie?" Joscelin asks from behind her.

"Blackthorn..." I know that name, but I can't place it. Oh well.
She takes my hand, as well as gesturing to the stairs.

"Let's go someplace private, so we can have some fun." She winks at me, almost murderously. Sexy. Drop Dead. Sexy. Then, we leave.

I wouldn't know until later—when it was too late---that I would figure out where I knew that name from. Blackthorn Agony.

I call the police. Eh, I don't know why. But I did.

I found Stake, in one of the rooms. Blackthorn hadn't disappointed me. Stake had lived up to her name as well as dying for it. Stakes protruded from every hole in her body, every hole you can think of.
She got what she deserved.