Who: Viola What: Leaving little gifts for Cathair Where: The bookshop and Cath’s home, plus a random alleyway. When: A couple hours before dawn Wednesday morning Warnings: Violence, gore, some NSFW parts
Viola had been planning this for days, pretty much since she saw her brother Sam, and he had given that warning that she needed to see the Queen of Toronto. She needed to lay some plans in motion otherwise she’d get too complacent in this life here, which had so many different rules than she was used too obviously. Every night she had stalked bars and other hole in the wall type places. And it wasn’t until tonight that she found someone that might suit her needs. The man was almost feminine looking in his ways. Which would be perfect for the second part of the plan. But right now she needed to lure him out of the pub. Which wasn’t hard considering she flirted with him, the little wallflower that he seemed to be. The drunken stupor that he was in only helped to aid her cause, getting him out, and leading him to the alley right by the pub. She sunk her fangs in him before he could even protest, and she wasn’t clean about it, having to control herself before she accidentally ripped out his throat.
The turning of the man was simple enough, and she needed to give him a few precious moments to understand what had happened to him, that his life drastically changed in an instant. If she also learned anything it was the fact that once turned, you had to listen to the one that sired you, it was pretty much ingrained into the core of their being. “Follow.” she told him, and they left together, to go have the second part of the plan unfold.
Stopping in front of a house, one she had been watching for the last few nights. She told her new found fledgling that he was to go to the door, and ask to use the phone, and that his car was broken down just a bit down the road. simple enough story, and then she explained on what she wanted him to do when he got inside. She told him that he was to make quick work of any adults in the home, drink his fill considering that he was new he should have an enormous appetite. But there was a little boy in the home, he was not to harm him. Not yet. To use a pillowcase and cover the boys eyes. Who knew what a certain witch could do to see who caused this. The last thing she needed was some image of her burned into the boy’s brain.
Then she waited for her little pet to do his handiwork, which didn’t take too long in the scheme of things. Once the male vampire came out, holding the squirming child in his arms, with the pillowcase over the head, she smiled. And beckoned him to follow her. They raced to a factory type structure, and the man laid down the boy on a conveyor belt, holding him down with one hand placed against the chest. Viola took a rather large knife off of her person, handing it over to the male vampire. “Cut out his heart.” she told him, then standing back to watch as her little vampire listened like the good little dog he was. The heart was placed neatly in a box that was found on the ground. Some of the blood gathered in a plastic container. Viola touched nothing, just had her fledgling doing all of the work.
She then told him the next set of plans, giving him two addresses that he was to go to. First he was to take the box with the heart in it, to put it at a bookshop. Use the blood to write on one of the windows Miss me, Hunter? He’d have to make quick work of it, breaking one of the windows (a different one than the one with the writing) to set off the alarm, and toss the box in.
After that, the vampire was to come back here, and gather the body. one Viola had picked out specifically, so close in resemblance to the boy she killed back in Ireland. Sure there were some major differences, but still it was enough of a resemblance that she could nearly taste how the boy had tasted, hear the sounds he had made when he was so close to death. The male vampire would take this body and go to the second address that she gave him, to the hunter’s home. He was to prop the body as close to the door as he could get, make sure the pillowcase was off the boy’s head, and then meet her back at the alley that she turned him in.
She wished that she could have been there, to see the hunter’s face when he came across the gifts that she was leaving him. Oh how sweet that would have been. instead she went and placed herself in the alleyway, waiting for her little fledgling. She hung back in the shadows, and when she heard him arrive she smiled, especially after she was told that it was done. She made quick work in getting the vampire turned on enough to where he could start to fuck her right there in the alley, waiting until he was so focused on pounding himself into her that she took out the blade that had been used to cut out the heart of the boy. But this time she used it to slit the male’s throat. Letting him stumble back as she pushed him against the wall of a building, the knife then going to hack at the man’s throat until his body slid to the ground and she was holding just the head.
She dropped it then, and wiped the blade on her shirt, moving to get dressed again as fast as possible and to run as fast as she could to the closest place she could find in order to wash up enough to not leave a trail back to her own home. Once there, she made the preparations she’d need in order to sleep through the day. How long would it take until he noticed the gifts? Would he remember her face? So little time, tick tock.