The Fiery Horde
A/N For those of you who aren't history nerds like me, 1666 was the Great Fire of London. It decimated the city because the buildings were all so close together. And destroyed over 13,000 houses, though only 6 people were reported dead.
London, the world without shrimp 1666
She rushed down the street, her dress billowing out from under her robes. Behind her was a group of vampires, men and women all in similar attire. She strode quickly because he was waiting for her. The horde followed. She was taking them to the hole at the end of Pudding Lane they were staying in. She turned the bend in the street quickly and dived down a hidden staircase into the cellar. The horde followed.
"At last," the Master said. He was sitting on a barrel, his legs crossed.
Darla could smell the smoke now, "we are here now." She said, trying to brush, him off.
The Master scowled and got up, he glanced over the small army of vampires and then peered back to her. "You did what we agreed?" His voice was stern, if she denied him there was a chance he'd take her head. She nodded, looking down. "Good," he said, slapping his hands together and walking over to the stairs. "I want to watch the city burn Darla, do you realise that? I need you to be here so I watch it burning, do you understand?" She nodded again, and then his tone flipped. "Come, let us watch." He sounded sweet yet commanding again and she moved towards him.
"Boys," she started turning back to them, and putting her hands together. "Stay down here and do whatever, just wait for the Master and I to return." She said gracefully, they were new recruits. Young vamps that were joining the Order. They weren't needed tonight, for Darla's triumph of chaos. The Master took her by the arm and they ascended into the street above.
"It is a beautiful night, don't you agree?" He said as they watched the flames lick up the sides of wooden buildings. Darla had blamed the fire on a baker a few houses over, lighting the match in his shop. The structure of the buildings would ensure the blaze spread city-wide right to the walls. They were careful to stay out of the way of the fire. Darla's eyes lit up as she watched the smoke billowing, it would burn for days, she hoped. It wasn't about killing people, fire was a lazy way to dispose of humans. No, this was about destruction. With most of the city burnt people would be homeless, the streets would be littered with injured or idol and the food would be easy. It was a great time to forge an army, to strengthen the Order of Aurelius. The plague having almost wiped them out the year before. Plague made the blood taste impure, and they were not prepared to eat the blood of the rats, those that weren't infested anyway. Fresh blood, that's what they needed. And so the fire was stoked. It'd been burning all through the day and night, so much so that the Darla could poke her head out of the basement in the daytime because the smoke was blocking the sunlight. It was thick and ashy and it smelt like victory. "You have done such fine work here," the Master continued.
"Why thank you," she replied, presenting him with a curtsy and a blasphemous expression. "This will be remembered, I hope. And we will feast tomorrow like we did today."
"That we will, my dear."