Chapter Two - Caged Bird.
How long was she inside the tavern, she didn't know as far as the sunshine that once flowed and beamed through the yellow stained thick glass of the buildings windows, now blocked with pitch darkness. The hollered songs and the instruments kept the lively company going for hours of happy men and now women that work as waitresses was a good time to start the real nights pleasure as some sat on muscled men's laps, arms hooked around their necks as they drank and laughed with their other mates. It was packed with this time of day now that the real emotions of people are coming out.
Bonnie has kept a great up-keep to her disguise as she joined the ring dance of drunken men that tapped their booted toes to the floor as they synced with each other, howling and bolstering sounds of the men playing along the music as they toppled and swayed their mugs in the air. Bonnie, as tiny as she was, held up her mug as well and let out a chortle laugh as she felt the tugs on her right arm again, motioning the dance in a large circle about the room.
As much as Bonnie was enjoying herself she felt a hand clasp her shoulder. Her smile, not disappearing as she peered over her shoulder so see a cloaked figure, much like herself but this person was smaller and was hunched over. Bonnie loosened her hold on the muscle arm as she slurs her words to the person. "Oh! Yes?" She watched the cloaked figure gesture it's head in the back of the room.
Bonnie squinted her eyes where the person gestured and saw a door that was behind the bar.
Something secret?
Bonnie let out a guffaw as she rolled her head and slapped her hand on the small persons shoulder. "You pervert! I gots no coin." She was about to turn away and rejoin the joyful dance but a glove covered hand quickly reached out and snatched her wrist, tugging her to the room as Bonnie was too intoxicated to even realize she was being lead to the back of the taverns room as she held up her mug, the mead sloshing out as she laughed.
Once reached to the door, the figure pulled the princess inside and shut the door, blocking it with two heavy barrels. Bonnie watched as she hobbled backwards, her knees hitting a low bench and she toppled, trying her best to keep her balance as she continued to watch the strange person move about the room. It bent over to retreat a dirty blanket that was covering hay and held it up at the darkened window, hooking the corners and using it's thumbs, dug the cloth through the wood, splintering.
Bonnie straightened herself up, her foot tapped on the dirty back room's floor as she placed her hand on her hip, the other still holding her mug. "Hey! When a woman says no she means no!" She humph as she spun on her heels and walked to the block door, but the figure was too fast for her to even step once as it was already in front of her view.
"What-?" She couldn't finish as the figure held up a gloved hand, stopping her from saying anything further. The hunched person opened it's mouth, the noise coming from it, low and guttural.
"Listen to me princess." It's voice was rash, as it hasn't have a drink in years. "I've been looking for you for quite sometime now." The hooded figures stance was odd to Bonnie as she watched it wither, the hand, shakily lowered itself hidden in it's cloak. Bonnie gave the person a glare as she nudged the person to the side with her mug. She spoke.
"Well you found me so now i'm leaving." She moved to the door but was once again, blocked by the figure. "If you don't let me out I will scream!" Bonnie watched the person raised two surrendering hands as the hood flapped side to side, signaling a no.
"Please! I don't mean any harm, or I will suffer a dreadful faith." The figure then limped to the blocked door and hopped on top of the barrels, it's feet, clicked.
No shoes?
Bonnie tilted her head as she thought she saw long sharp toenails beneath the drapes but the person was quick enough to hide them back under. It's voice, again dry and guttural. "You need to come with me. It's an order I will not fail."
Bonnie irritably stomped her shoe as she brought up both her hands, balling one in a fist as the other, still holding her mead. "You listen hear! I am princess Bonnie and I don't take order from people like you!"
That made the figure still as it slowly turned its hooded head directly at her. "People?" It gave a low disagreeable snicker. It gripped it's hood with both gloved hands as it slowly peeled back the cloth. "I, princess, am no 'people'." The hood was off and showed small pointed horns on top of it's bald head, large yellow eyes bulging out of it's small skull, the snout was squished in between it's eyes, two slits of nostrils and a large mouth, holding dozens of sharp teeth. The skin was a gruesome red, slick with sweat as it shined in the only lit candle in the room.
Bonnie's eyes widen and with instinct she screamed as she through her mug at the creature. The mead splattered all over the door as it leaped out of the way and grabbed a hold of Bonnie's wrists, tightening them. "No, stop! Wait!" Bonnie felt herself being dragged by the creature to the corner of the room as she struggled to control her feet planted on the stone floor. "Help! Finn!" She heard a strange noise behind her but her eyes were glued to the blocked door as she watched the handle jiggle.
A muffled voice was heard on the other side, hard to hear as the party outside was too loud for Bonnie's ear to strain the voice calling out. "Bonnie? You in there? The door won't open!"
She heard his muffle voice as Bonnie watched the whole room lit with a dark red, a piercing noise hit her ears as she tried to pry herself as much as she could but those gloved hands were much stronger then her own. She called out again, desperately. "Finn! It's blocked! You have to ram into it, hurry!"
As a second went by the door rattled as the boy on the other side used his broad shoulder to impact the blocked door. It took much strength as two mead filled barrels thumped once another impact hit the door.
"Finn!" Bonnie couldn't finish her cry as she was being pulled backwards, she glanced over her shoulder and let out a scream as she was swallowed by the thick red mist in the corner of the room.
"I got it Bonnie! Hold on!" Finn sucked in as much air as he could before hurdling his last strength to the door. The padlock cracked and both barrels toppled over, splintering open as fresh mead pooled around his boots as he scanned the empty room. He straightened up and with a confusing look, reached up and scratched his head. "Bonnie?" He stood in the middle of the room, wondering where his new friend has gone.
Queen Abadeer.
That's what all the demons she ruled over calls her. Ever since she was eight she could feel the burning lust of death pump through her dry veins. The smell of never ending decaying flesh boiled the pit of her stomach as she entered the Night-O-Sphere. Her father, King Abadeer was feared most in this new era. She would watch all the demons and ghouls crawl their way shamelessly out of sight of the vampire king. How could she have that power?
Leading her further in he led her to a Gothic gate, sharp points decorated along the curve of the main gates as they walked past and before them, an enormous mansion. The building was a depressing grey of rot, the stones cracked and chipped as gargoyles perched along the sides and atop of the mansion. The gravel below their feet crunched as they entered and before the little vampire girl could look back, the double heavy doors closed shut.
By the time she was fifteen she learned much from her father of vampire-ism and the laws that come for it. Popularity was mostly common in their pride as well as killing and maintaining territory. He told her that living is millennium as long as a her head wasn't locked and under a guillotine or the unforgiving sun that can turn her skin to ash. The rules of living was a main priority to the vampire girl. She would slay everything that had a pulse but her problem came to an end when her father tested her to feed. She could feel her claws rip through a demons muscle and tendon and splint into his bones as she lowered her head to the demons neck and sank her growing fangs into the tissue. The taste was like a burning fire in her mouth as she hissed back and flung the dead body away. To a vampire father, it was hard to watch the rejection of blood.
Years past and the vampire girl was now eighteen. The mansion, once empty shelves of dust now littered of prizing be-headings of demons and skulls of mighty warriors. Hooked horns, dried giant claws, feathers, beaks and teeth all lined up, displaying pride of years of war and brawls. The vampire king was mostly pleased and the little girl he had at her side for years was now being called by her title "Marceline." It was a honor to be called by her first name from her father for the years of hardship she has suffered and pleasured by. She was given an heirloom, not just a regular past on gift to the family but was only given to her in the bloodline. A axe bass, painted in blood and the blades sharp as no other object made in any world. It earned her title, Marceline The Vampire Queen.
It was sometime that the Night-O-Sphere had a chaotic outbreak. Marceline went on a blood rage as she felt as she grew older the killing would be over. No, she doesn't want to stop killing nor drink the blood of fallen unworthy foe as she swung her bass, be-heading anything with eyes or a mouth. She no longer collected her prizing rule as she slowly floated five inches above the blood covered floor of the mansion. No she wanted one prize and she would get it "Now". Her fathers amulet, the main power source of becoming a true vampire.
As she planted her booted foot upon his chest, bounding him to the floor as he struggle in gurgling gasps from their hours of battle, the king was be-headed, the amulet, in the hands of the queen and placing it over her head darkness took her vision.
By the time she could even remember what happened to her she snapped opened her eyes as the same darkness surrounded her body. Her hands, crossed upon her breasts as she felt her back laying down on a wooden surface. A coffin?
"Ek!" The vampire's pointed ear twitch at the sound of a small voice beyond the tomb and with a small tempter, unleashed herself out of the enclosed case of the death bed. She peered down at a small blue flame and by it, a round red sphere. An offering?
The vampire could hear the little girls heart beat as she bent over and plucked the sphere from the floor. Twisting and turning it, examining the offer and ignoring the little girls whimpers as she gave the red orb a lick of her fork tongue and a tinge of new sensation zapped her mind. What was I doing before? How did I get here?
Her thoughts were interrupted as red blood eyes snapped to the small bundle in the dark cold corner. Am I in the catacombs?
As she slowly floated her way to the small girl she noticed that she was an odd looking creature. Long silky pale pink hair, big round blue eyes, and the skin, blemished with small cuts and bruises. Her eyes fixated on the tattered white dress that was painted in dirt and her small bare feet, caked in dry mud. She watched her wither and huddled into a smaller ball as she began to summon strange liquid from her eyes. An instinct snapped inside the vampire as she bent over and softly whispered to the girl. "Hey, its alright now little one."
Those words did the trick as the little girl wrapped herself around the vampire. Marceline felt that small nose dig its way through her onyx silken hair and her large hands feeling the tremble of the small lithe body pressed on her own. "I'm here now."
The vampire sniffed the air and a smell hit her hard in the back of her mind. Her pupils, dilated in hunger and her fangs, peeked further past her lips as she felt her claws slightly dig in the soft flesh of the small girls back. Gritting her teeth and flaring her nostrils, she turned her nose down to the source of the smell. What is this? It makes me feel all fuzzy.
Her mind snapped at the realization and she shut her eyes tightly, scrunching up her nose. No, She's only a child.
But the rule of an offered prized item to a vampire was a start of a new life. She gave it to you!
Marceline licked her lips as she felt her own chest vibrate and her core burning up in a haze of flames. She could feel the child's heart thump against her dead one and the small breath panting into her cold neck raised the back of her hair. This is-
"What's you're name little one?" Marceline asked in a husked whisper. This is-
"B-Bonnie."
The vampire bit her lip, the feeling of her own fangs aching to sink into that soft pale flesh.
"Well Bonnie. Hasn't mommy and daddy ever tell you to never offer anything to a vampire?"
Marceline felt the tiny body stiffen, the girls arms loosening their hold and pushing herself away from the vampire. Marceline kept her grip as she felt her fangs extended and she tilted her head to the side, lowering her opened mouth to the girls neck. She felt the girls heart race as she finally sunk her fangs in that sweet pleasured flesh. All her senses heightened as she stayed put where her fangs burrowed in the girls neck, her head started to daze and her chest felt warm. She felt her lower body quake and her knees bucked as she started to float them both in the air. Her bare feet curled as if her veins had nerves of a pumping heart. She never drank from the little girl as she felt her pulse beat against her fangs and let out a groan.
As she detached her fangs she watched the little girl go limb in her arms and with a devilish smile, she whispered. "You belong to me."
This isn't good.
"Land!"
Red eyes shot open at the noise. Her thoughts were interrupted by one of her sail mates. The vampire was lounging on her dark black chair, the rim was decorated with crimson copper and the arm rests held two supporting brass trims of points. Her desk was littered in paper and gold, necklaces, rings, trinkets and skulls. The edge was thick in oak and the legs were carved in swirling waves.
The vampire said upon chair, was wearing a dark leathered cloak, the color was a grimly deep red as the ends of the cloak, tattered and had burn holes as said the same with the ends of the long sleeves that held two small buckles and golden rings. Her inner style, a white linen cloth that split down the middle, showing her perfect bust as a faded scar was carved into her left breast. Two thick straps of a belt criss-crossed her chest as her bass heirloom was strapped on her back, around her neck was a black cloth snugged around her throat as a red sphere was it's center piece. Her pants, black, torn on the knees and further down the rest of the pants were tucked inside red thick boots that held buckles of black strap.
"Land, ahoy!"
With a frustrated snarl, Marceline slapped her palms down on the arm rests and hoisted herself up, making her way to a thick wooden door as her booted feet thumped against the wood beams inside her quarters. She barged through the door and with a full mouth of sharp teeth she let out a bellow. "I heard you!"
Her annoyance was towards her friend, Phoebe. She was a beautiful saint, with long flowing red hair and eyes that shined like the sun. Her skin was dark, like caramel from the days of being exposed to the bright light of the burning sun. Her appeal wasn't as rich as her captains as her shirt was a white cloth, the sleeves rolled up to her tanned elbows and her silky pants were being held by a brown worn buckle. A musket was placed upon her hip and her feet, were tightly sealed by black skinny boots. She un-sheathed her curved sword and pointed it forward.
"Another hour and we will be aboard Marceline." Her friend turned her head towards her captain and gave a toothy grin. "I heard there's new cargo in town."
A heavy thud was heard from behind them as well as a huffy snark voice. "Totally! They have one huge haul by the looks of it." The said voice belonged to a curvy woman. Her frame wasn't as slim as the other two females but she did pack the muscle. Her attire was similar to Phoebe's but instead of a white it was a rich purple, the pants black and her thick boots, leather. Her face was round and her eyes were a dark brown. Her hair was cut short and was covered by a dark purple bandanna. Her name was lumpy.
Marceline gave a snort of 'could care less' as she didn't bother to tear her red eyes away from the faint glow of lights ahead of them.
Phoebe looked up behind them, the main ships amidship held a large mizzenmast where the very tip held the crow's nest. Phoebe called out below. "Hey Wiz! See anything good at the docks?"
A faint voice was heard above the nest. The bloody waves of the Night-O-sphere boomed over her voice.
"What!?" Phoebe called out again.
Without warning, the voice above emerged from their spot as they took a hold of one of the sails rope and glided down quickly, a sharp landing and came forth a slim woman. She supported a long hooded dark grey cloak, her hood covered mostly her face but sharp bright green eyes could be seen glowing past the shade of shadows. Her blouse was a purple stitched up cloth, her pants her tan and supported a black belt that snugged tightly around her middle. Her shoes, long past the knees and were oily black. She held a spyglass as she lowered her tan bandanna that was covering her mouth. "They just docked. Seems like a resource ship but haven't seen what's inside those crates."
" I bet they have fabulous jewelry!" Lumpy said as she snatched the spyglass out of Wiz's hand and peeked through it, her smile full of teeth.
Phoebe scoffed. "It could just be junk. The last shipment we over runed was a dud."
Wiz only nodded in agreement as they both looked to their captain who still maintained her posture. "We can save ourselves the hanging if we skip this one and board a smaller town." Phoebe directed it to Marceline.
Marceline gave a smirk as she rolled her eyes, knowing her small crew was secretly wanting the permission to high jack the ship. With a crack of her long coat, Marceline turned sharply on her heels as she swiftly made her way back to her quarters. "Likewise. Get ready girls, this is our pit stop."
With a booming holler, all woman pumped their fist in the air and marched down to the deck to get their disguises. As Marceline shut the doors she leaned back, giving out a loud sigh as she unclasped her choker and watched the red orb reflected blue flames light that sat on her desk. With a hush tone Marceline reached to her loft and gave the orb a kiss before safely putting it away in a small black box. "I'll find you someday."
Bonnie's mouth was cupped shut by the ghouls gloved hand as she struggled to set herself free. She was being dragged down a dark wet alley as her heels screeched against the wet cobble, muffling inappropriate words as her captor hurriedly pulled her inside a small long thin door as quickly booted it shut before calling out inside the small shop. "Guess who!" The ghoul yelled happily as he kept his hold tightly on the princess, hearing approaching footsteps down a set of spiral Gothic stairs the ghoul watched the stores owner merged into view.
"My God, you got it?!" Another familiar said as the grotesque creature hurriedly made it's way to the other as it examined Bonnie up and down. "This is the Princess of Ooo?"
The other ghoul gave a large grin, showing it's full set of curve teeth and blacked gums. "Watched her past the gate ever since I watched her go back inside when she was eight." The ghoul sharply peered at the struggling girl before turning back to the owner. "I want over half of what we agreed on. Getting a rare chance of the princess this age is rich."
The store owner scratched his stubbed chin as he licked his lips. "You sure this is her?"
The ghoul snarled, yanking the girl in front of the other ghoul as it hissed it's words. "Pink and rich right!? This is the one!" The ghoul didn't budge as the princesses face was mere inches from his as he tilted his head left and right, looking for any injuries. "Does it talk?"
The ghoul's ears flatted down as it silently nodded and gave a loud gulp. "Y-Yes but it's very loud." The short ghoul said. The other ghoul continued to inspect the girl, circling around her he positioned himself on the opposite side of her, the other ghoul on her left as he signaled the other ghoul to put his hand down.
As soon as the other ghouls grip soften the princess quickly bit down between his thumb and finger, he shrieked loudly as quickly retrieved his hand and before the other ghoul can react the girl bellowed, loudly. "Un-hand me this-!"
SLAP
Both ghouls hastily at the same time covered the girls mouth, their expressions petrified as they quickly glanced to the small door that leads out, not wanting to stir up a commotion, especially when they both had a very high value prize in their hands. The owner ghoul quickly reached over, fetching a demon muzzle and peered at his partner, giving him a nod to ready his retreat the ghoul quickly backed off and the other ghoul clicked the muzzle onto the princess's mouth and nose, the device allowed the girl to breathe but kept her mouth from opening as it was designed to keep anything from talking or screaming at that matter.
The two ghouls watched her at the girl realized that her hands were free and she quickly shot her hands up, gripping the muzzle and using her nails to dig at the strong leather, her jaw being cupped by a cool metal.
"It's gonna break it! It's gonna break it!" The panicked ghoul digged his sharp blunt nails under his eyes as he pulled down, his sagging greasy skin stretching with his action, terror-stricken from his position as he watched his prize quickly learning how to pull off the muzzle. As the owner watched the girl being occupied with the device he quickly shuffled to the side and rummaged through a pile of junk inside the shop.
"Don't worry," The owner quickly fetched a pair of shackles. "Hold it's hands together." The frightened ghoul obey'd and hastily gripped the girls lithe wrists. Using both his hands to gripped tightly around the flesh he watched his partner open the shackles and clicked it around her wrists, securing her.
"put her in that cage, away from being seen from the window, we don't want our value being stolen." The small ghoul nodded and dragged her to the small dark corner of the store. Opening it and tossing her in before quickly locking it shut as he watched the girl struggle and giving him a piercing glare. He gulped as he felt his soul being seen right through.
"Go to the black market at the docks and tell them we got a good auction tomorrow."
The small ghoul nodded to his partner and quickly made his way to the door. As the room fell silent the tall ghoul turned his direction at the princess, watching her glaring as she sat there helpless and with a wide grin of crooked blunt yellow teeth he crouched in front of her before speaking.
"Welcome to the Night-O-Sphere."
All three women, wearing dark soaked cloaks from the heavy red-rusted rain, huddled together behind stacked wooden barrels as they watched the demons unload the ship. Two heavy ogre's lifting a long steel crate that was secured in three heavy locks as they huffed it to the rest of the pile of supplies. They watched watched the smaller demons carry sacks over their hunched shoulders and the tiny imps, writing down all the supplies and how many objects are being unloaded from the docks. Lumpy spoke first.
"We should totes just charge in there, there's no first class threat here!"
"Sh!" Phoebe hushed as she pointed to the far end of the ship. "We have one and it's a troll." all three females watched the enormous troll, it's skin color was a pale grey, spots of large and small boils and warts and it's jaws held two pairs of long curved tusks. It's long sagging ears was decorated with gold and trinkets as his hair was slick with grease, the color a plain brown. His attire was clean as his long coat dragged behind him, his left bulky shoulder was protected by a monsters skull, clearly a prize and showing it as 'Don't mess with me' appearance. His back was hunched and support a large cannon as a weapon. His body was a mass of muscle and seeing as he was crouched, must have been over ten feet tall.
Lumpy gulped loudly as she scuttled in the back of the girls, quickly blurting out. "Y-You know, you two don't need me! I mean i'm large and easy to see so that troll won't be able to see you." She gave a nervous laugh as she watched Wiz and Pheobe turned their attention at her with a serious glare.
"Marceline is counting on us to find a worthy prize on that ship or cargo, so stay in you're role as we wait for her signal." Phoebe snapped at Lumpy before turning her gaze back to the ship, shifting her yellow eyes to the far back of the ship that led to a dark alley. She could see Marceline using her vampic powers as she faintly saw two small glowing red eyes into the shadows, most likely in her small bat form.
"Look," Wiz snapped Phoebe from her gaze as she peered over one of the barrels. Wiz spoke again. "There's a heavy small locked cage right by the troll's feet."
Lumpy poked her head over Phoebe's. "Totes a value right there."
Phoebe rolled her eyes and wiggles a little from Lumpy's body that apparently was squishing her against the barrels. "It's probably just his junk box."
"Junk box of demon power!" Lumpy cackled as she felt Phoebe slightly push her off to the side. "We need to wait for Marceline! She's looking just like we are for a valuable power source."
Lumpy grumbled as she crossed her arms over her bust, muscles ripped with tension and built up clobbering. Wiz ignored the two as she narrows her bright green eyes to a certain black container the one of the imps were holding. Could be where the Amulet is.
with a lot of pester and nagging for fifteen minutes the women settled down as they watch more interesting cargo being unloaded and being placed by a black market carriage. Phoebe once again glanced her eyes to the alley, the red glowing eyes still there.
"Come on Marce, What are you waiting for, their almost done emptying the ship." Phoebe whispered as she glanced back to the docks, watching the black market carriage being loaded.
The alley was cold and dark. The rusted covered rain splattering onto the cracked cobbled floor as a small furry black bat hung upside down on one of the small buildings, shielding herself from getting wet as she tucked her wings. Her small red slit eyes focused in close as tiny pure black pupils dilated to inspect the supplies being carried by ogre and demons.
"Pity." She huffed as she shook a bit, ruffling her fur as it puffed to shake off any remaining rain.
The soothing rain was ruined as her highly sensitive pointed ears flicked as she heard a shuffling coming up behind her. As she poked her head around she found a small ghoul coming out of one of the small buildings door, quickly shutting it close and making his way to the docks. Marceline watched him patiently as she pondered why he was heading in that direction. Her eyes never deceive her as she spotted him holding a red piece of paper that was a black market auction. Her tiny mouth spread wide with a devilish grin, her tiny sharp teeth poking out as she turned her head back around like an owl to the door he come from.
"That ghoul has something very pricey in there if he has a paper for an auction." Marceline detached her tiny claws as she flapped her way towards the building, placing herself at the corner of the window seal she peered inside. It was ghostly dark and only one lit candle was illuminating the trashy room. In the middle of the small store was a long desk hoarded with papers and books and the far corner on both sides, were more piles of books of all color, shapes and sizes. Chains hung from the ceiling as they swayed slightly, a demon upstairs causing the motion. In the far back behind the desk was a small spiral staircase leading up the second floor, the Gothic railing was bent, probably from bigger customers that tried to squeeze themselves up.
Marceline flicked her tiny forked tongue as she began to crawl her way towards the front entrance but a movement inside caught her attention. Her slitted eyes blinked as she watched a shadow that caught the candle light. It seemed like the creature was inside a small cage by the way the shadow swayed, the candle making it's shadow flicker.
With a flick of her large pointed ears she heard the small ghoul retreat back in a running huff. Now her chance she quietly leaped and latched herself on the back of the small ghoul that quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, locking it shut once again.
"I got the signature!" The small ghoul shouted upwards towards the chained ceiling. Marceline unlatched herself and flew up into the darkness, carefully not bumping into any swaying chains to give herself away. As she perched on one of the old dusted beams she watched as another ghoul hurriedly came down the spiraling stairs.
"Excellent! Our auction is going to be the main prize for tomorrow." The tall greasy ghoul made his way towards the darkest corner of the room, his hands resting inside his pockets as he leaned forwards and whispered to the creature inside. "You're going to make all the demons in Night-O-Sphere scream their lungs out once they see you." He hissed at the hanging small cage.
The small ghoul cheeped up beside him and chuckled, teasingly tapping the iron cage. "A-And high class! A very rare moment in Night-O-Sphere history for ghouls to catch a princess from above."
The tall ghoul lunged forward, gripping the rails of the cage and cackling, shaking the cage to scare the girl. The other ghoul joined in the fun and latched his large mouth on the cage, his decaying teeth poking through the rails and flicking his large bulky tongue before laughing with his partner.
As Marceline watched the two ghouls playing with whatever princess was inside the cage she quietly molted back into her regular form and with a devilish grin, snapped her fingers and the single lit candle burnt out with her command.
Both ghouls stopped their play as they turned their attention to the middle of the room. Bonnie shifted her eyes around as well, wondering how the candle light blew out without a single gust inside the room. With not so keen ears like the ghouls they both heard a small noise coming from the back of the room. "Hey!" The owner of the ghoul gave a big sniff in the air and that's when it hit him. He knew that scent. As he slowly stepped back his bony back was press against the cage as he began to cower. The smaller ghoul, not noticing his partner in his state, stepped in the middle of the room, searching for the unknown mischief magic.
Bonnie cause a glance of a small shadow zoom it's way forward upon the wooden beams of the ceiling. She felt wasn't aware of what danger was lurking inside the small shop nor coward like the ghoul who was blocking her view. But what she did feel was an presence of uncomfortable anxiety. What did the taller ghoul smell that frightened him? And why was the smaller one not effected?
As her answer wasn't waited long a dark figure was slowly levitating down from the ceiling. The small ghoul turned his attention to his partner, who was ghastly in a state of grim. "What's wrong? Scared of the dark?" The small ghoul gave a laugh his way as he leaned back against the desk, slapping his gloved hand over one of his eye as he continued his fits.
The taller ghoul felt his knees begin to buckle and shake with frightened adrenaline as he slowly raised his hand forward and pointed behind his partner, letting out a small noise from his mouth as possible. "H-H-Her-" His shaking became worse as he watched the vampire slowly yet soundlessly perched herself on top of the desk, right behind the small ghoul who paused his laugh.
"Her?" He gave a another laugh. "You're afraid of her?" He watched again with a wide open mouth laugh as he turned his head. And right when he did, his jaw clamped shut and his eyes bulge, his slitted pupils have gone white and he felt his entire body stiffen. He slowly ran his shell shocked eyes travel up to slim long legs, hips, a thin waist over a bust and that's what hit his nightmare. Those blood red eyes, staring down at him, a wide grin with two sharp fangs poking out. "Qu-," The small ghoul couldn't budge as if his feet didn't obey him as his frightened body stood him still. "Queen-," He watched her slowly lift herself and leaned down, floating on her stomach as she inched her face forward to the frightened creature.
She kept that grin as she reached forward and gripped the ghouls chin between her thump and finger, giving it a small wiggle she spoke in a deep husk. "Say it."
The ghoul felt his breeches wettened and his own body shook. Finally finding his voice he sucked in as much air and screeched. "Queen Abadeer!"
Without warning, Marceline gripped his collar and dragged him into the darkness. The taller ghoul heard wailing screams and skin being ripped. His ears pointed up sharply as snaps of bones and gurgling snarls came beyond the darkness in the back of the shop. And within seconds, all noises stopped.
The taller ghoul glanced towards the door as back into the darkness. His knees locked as he kept withering up against the cage and as if his life was done in that second, he felt the girl behind him give him a strong shove. "EEK!" He screeched and stumbled, crumbling down onto the floor in a small ball as possible, covering his head and shutting his eyes tightly as he pathetically plead. "Please! Queen Abadeer don't harm me! I beg you!" He heard a crunch of what seemed to be his disemboweled partner being nudged aside by the vampire who kept her presence in the dark, red eyes slowing coming from the shadows.
He coward some more and stampeded. "I have something! S-Something you might take interest!" He managed to quickly crawl back to the dangling cage in the corner of the room and huddled underneath it. "It-It's a-a-," He screeched again as he saw the eyes come forward his way. He tried again. "It's a princess! From the other side! She's worth a lot of power!" He shrieked as he felt his feet being pulled by an unknown force. Quickly gripping onto the cage he felt his whole body being pulled towards the darkness, the red eyes disappearing back as he tried to hold his death grip.
"Please-!" With his palms being sweaty from fear, he slipped. Shrieking loudly and digging his nails into the wooden floor, causing streaks and splinted cracks as he was being swallowed into the dark and joined his faith along side his partner.
Oh my God.
Bonnie was shocked still inside the small cage, trying her most best to pretend she wasn't part of the creatures plan to also kill her. She was thankful for the muzzle as her breathing was mostly being silenced by the device and her hands that were shackled behind her back, were in tight fists as she felt her blunt nails painfully making marks in her soft skin.
Oh my God.
It was so silent in the dark room that Bonnie felt her own heartbeat pulse loudly inside her eardrums. What should she do? Was she safe? She didn't hear anything else for a solid minute. She took her time glancing her eyes about the darkened room, not seeing anything nor the creature that killed the other ghouls she must have thought the monster hasn't notice her at all and has left somewhere upstairs.
With a small struggle, Bonnie began to squirm with her restrains but the metal shackles were just too tight for her. As a second plan she scooted down a bit to angle her feet towards the opening of the cage and with much force, she kicked the cage. No luck.
She sighed as her luck was draining down fast and thinking of another plan was frazzling her mind, not that the earlier scene before her didn't help her nerves from shock.
"Hello."
Oh God!
Bonnie quickly straightened up on her sitting position, her eyes widely large as she glanced around the darkness. She heard the disembodied voice coming everywhere around the room. She shook her head and tightened her eyes shut, now feeling the same fright as the other ghouls were in. She began to thrash inside the cage, desperately trying to open the cage but felt a slight sway as she calmed down her high.
"I said hello."
Bonnie slowly looked up and there it was, crouched on top on the swaying cage and the vampire had that same grin and the red eyes. She watched it lower itself down onto the ground but not panting her feet as she levitated in front of the frightened girl. "Oh, seems like they had to put a muzzle on you huh?" The vampire laughed as she moved her clawed hand towards the cage's lock. Curling her palm around it she gave a small squeeze and the lock shattered to the floor, the cage door slowly swaying open with an eerie creak.
As Bonnie watched the creature slowly leaned it's head inside it whispered in a soothing voice.
"You are mine."
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