Playing with your food Who: Odette and Random Lady called Agatha When: Morning of the 14th (but briefly Evening of the 13th) What: A...business acquisition Warnings: Some swearing, lack of political correctness
It was calling her.
Odette stood in front of the closed store's front window, looking at the locket on the mannequin's neck. The humidity clung to her skin like a jealous lover as she reached out and gently pressed the tips of her fingers against the glass window. Pressing her forehead against the glass, her breath fogged it up lightly. The pull had dragged her from four blocks away towards this little store. She had been exploring her new city and learning the layout when she felt that something was not quite right.
Now, she stood in front of a store, looking at a piece of her history she thought had been lost forever.
C'est impossible.
Her painted nails drummed angrily against the glass. She recognized the necklace. It had been a wedding present for her and Armand from some unimportant duke or duchess. But it was hers and no one else had the right to have it. Rearing her hand backwards, she struck at the glass, leaving a large crack on the surface of the window display. Two more similar strikes shattered the glass completely, leaving a large gaping hole of shards. Pausing for a moment, she waited for alarms to go off before laughing silently at the stupidity of a store owner that didn't bother to install an alarm system. Shaking the blood from her fist, she ducked in between the sharp edges and retrieved the necklace in question. The sapphires glittered in the lamplight.
Agatha Collins muttered under her breath as she began filling in the police report. There was a huge hole in her front window display and all the police had to say about it was to fill in a motherfucking report. She fanned herself with her left hand as her right arm's sweat stuck to the paper form underneath it. The business was already as in the crapper as any business could be and then there's a fucking break-in! She continued to mutter under her breath as she went down the form. "Missing items..." she breathed. Well, nothing was really missing...
...the door opened.
"We're closed," she snapped at the customer. Agatha watched her with angry eyes before realizing what was going on. The necklace around the woman's neck was painfully familiar, the scarred fist was telling and the white fangs were frightening. "You don't scare me. I have fucking rights! And you fucking stole that necklace from my store--"
In one swift motion, Odette's nails were digging into Agatha's throat, cutting off her air, leaving the middle-aged woman gasping for breath. "Listen," Odette hissed. "There are two ways we can handle our business. One, I can buy the store from you, you can leave town and start anew in...oh, Minnesota. And the other...easier way, I can feed off of you, tear your face off, and then dispose of your body in the river." Odette smiled as she stroked Agatha's portly cheek. "Un ou deux, ma cheri?"
Odette placed the telephone receiver back in its cradle. As tempting as it was to frame the werewolves for Agatha's death, the obvious answer would lead all the way back to the vampire that took over her store. Nevertheless, she was pleased with her new acquisition. The name was boring and obvious, yes, but Odette had a feeling she would enjoy her time at Scarlet Oak.
Leaving the store quietly, she walked into the sun, taking full advantage of the last of her stash of fae blood. The window people would be by later that afternoon to take care of the window and House of Interest could be back up and running as soon as she found someone to take over it in the days. Walking silently down the road, she turned her head towards the east, in the direction of Main Street. She smiled.
She wouldn't...kill Agatha, but she couldn't very well let that nice little slab of meat go without even taking a small nip, now could she?