WHO: Austin Daniels and Sydney Delano WHEN: Wednesday, December 28th (forward dated) WHERE: Austin's home in Texas. WHAT: A faked death, and a real one. Merry Christmas, bitches. WARNINGS: Violence, death, and insanity. They're demons. Duh.
It was a relatively simple plan if you had the powers of a demon to make it go off without a hitch. Most people faking their own deaths had to worry about being caught running off, but Austin didn't have that problem. He could easily hide the evidence and zip out of there in the blink of an eye. So, of course, he was going to enjoy his deed.
The poor bastard had been caught at a Wal*Mart purely because he was the same stature as Austin. It had been fun work, tying him up to the chair in Austin's house, sitting in front of him for conversation. While he waited for Sydney to get there, he'd struck up conversation, acting as the gentle kidnapper. It was the stuff Stockholm Syndrome was made of. The compliments, the interest, the gentle yet charming demeanor. Poor Biology major Grant Windum didn't stand a chance in a world of demons and ghouls. Hell, if Austin felt like aiding a guilty conscience that didn't exist, he'd point out that he was doing the naive bastard a favor.
"'Bout time you showed up, Cuz," He said cheerfully without even looking up at Sydney entered the house. He still had that eery grin on, and Grant was still in perfect pristine condition save for his bindings digging into his skin. "This is Grant. Ain't he just a peach? We're gonna burn him on the ceiling and pretend he's me." After they had some fun with him first.