|Famine | Fia Black (black_horse) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-04-25 04:25:00
|Entry tags:||beelzebub, famine|
Who: Famine & Beelzebub
What: Payback's a bitch, bitch
When: Thursday night/early Friday morning
Where: His place/the wine cellar of Famine's restaurant
Warnings: Starvation, language, god only knows
All of her work had finally paid off. Famine had found the building where Beelzebub was living, and she'd staked out the place for a day, watching people come and go. That part had been really boring, but it had also been necessary. She had to establish her presence there, and that she was close by, to get him to come out and take a look.
Which he finally did, later that evening. She'd been waiting for that moment. She withdrew a syringe full of tranquilizers, jabbed it into his neck, and bundled him into her car. His wrists and ankles were bound, and he was also gagged, on the off chance he woke up.
The restaurant was dark when she pulled up, herding them both in through the back entrance and down into the wine cellar. This was actually two rooms, one held the wine that was served 98% of the time. The other, inner room was kept locked, and only Famine had the key. It contained the expensive wines that got served once in a blue moon, but that she still liked to have on hand, just in case. That inner room was also directly below the kitchen, and smells tended to waft through the vents. It was why she'd chosen it, an extra twist of the knife, so to speak.
She shoved him inside and left him there for a few hours, to wait for the drugs to start to wear off. When she thought he might be coming around soon, she gathered up her plate of pancakes and eggs, dragged a chair into the cellar, and settled in to wait.