Oh. Fuck. Me.
Did she not realize who it was that she had been talking to? Apparently not. I quickly cut her off, while making my best effort to hide any disdain for the girl from presenting itself in my voice. "I wouldn't worry about Claire if I were you, Amy. She'll get it done, I have no doubts about that. What I do find myself doubting more and more lately, is you. For your sake, I hope those people you just up and ran off with are dead. If anything attracts attention to us, you'll be used as the scapegoat. Do you understand?" I was sure she knew just as well as I how easily an entire coven of spellcasters could magically cause the trail of evidence to point in one person's general direction. "Oh, and before you think of pulling something like this again? Think twice. I'd hate for you to have to spend the next few weeks looking over your shoulder." That said, the phone was once again slammed down onto the reciever. I still couldn't believe how close our entire operation had come to being exposed. Something had to be done about this new girl.
Hearing the tell tale click of disconnection I yank the phone away from my ear, staring at it in slight shock. It is taking every ounce of willpower I have to not take the cell phone in my hand and stomp the shit out of it from pure frustration. /Just for that, I’m not killing anyone, bitch. Well, that and the fact that I’m still not ready to off people I actually have previous associations with./
After starting to head off again I pause for a minute and contemplate the phone. And then the concrete sidewalk. And then then phone. And back to the sidewalk. Finally deciding that any satisfaction I would gain is nowhere near worth the trouble that would ensue, I head back for the house where I left Claire, mumbling most of the way there.
“Kill them; alter their memory; make this ritual sacrifice; clean up this murder. Oh, and don’t forget the blood!” Several people are probably currently praying to the deity of their choice that that poor, disturbed girl they passed today who was mumbling incoherently get the help she so obviously needs.
By the time I get back to the house, Claire’s almost done cleaning up, and the cops are nowhere to be found. Granted, that once the donuts wear off, they might eventually find their way back here, but by that time we’ll be long gone, so whatever.
Claire just gives me this really weird look that’s a mixture annoyance, confusion, irritation, and that look people get when they’re trying to convince you they haven’t done anything when you know good and well they have. Which had the situation been different, I probably would have been impressed at her for being able to pull of, but….yeah. “Look, let’s just finish cleaning up and get out of here, ok?” Most of the next hour is spent with minimal communication, ending with us hauling ass back to the coven house. As soon as we arrive I do my best to avoid Vanessa and scurry up to my room. Upon getting there I remember that it’s Claire’s room as well and that she’s the other person in the coven I don’t particularly want to be around right now.
So I leave again. Not really heading for anywhere in particular, just away from the coven house right now. About a block away I stop, thinking as I bite on one of my cuticles until the poor thing is practically screaming for mercy. /And when the hell did I start doing that again?/
At this point I am approximately one nano-millimeter away from saying, “That’s it, I quit. Vanessa can kiss my ass, Kelne can kiss my ass, the coven can kiss my ass, even the cops with their memory charmed donuts can kiss my ass,” cause I can’t take much more of this doing stuff for the team shit. I take a deep breath and calm myself down, reminding myself of the nice power boosts that come for all this effort. /Which if this keeps up, I am SO going to deserve a larger chunk of./ And then of course there's the fact of not having an entire coven of power tweaked witches out to get me. And goddess I hope that spell on Andrew and Tracy worked….
Hearing the tell tale click of disconnection I yank the phone away from my ear, staring at it in slight shock. It is taking every ounce of willpower I have to not take the cell phone in my hand and stomp the shit out of it from pure frustration. /Just for that, I’m not killing anyone, bitch. Well, that and the fact that I’m still not ready to off people I actually have previous associations with./
After starting to head off again I pause for a minute and contemplate the phone. And then the concrete sidewalk. And then then phone. And back to the sidewalk. Finally deciding that any satisfaction I would gain is nowhere near worth the trouble that would ensue, I head back for the house where I left Claire, mumbling most of the way there.
“Kill them; alter their memory; make this ritual sacrifice; clean up this murder. Oh, and don’t forget the blood!” Several people are probably currently praying to the deity of their choice that that poor, disturbed girl they passed today who was mumbling incoherently get the help she so obviously needs.
By the time I get back to the house, Claire’s almost done cleaning up, and the cops are nowhere to be found. Granted, that once the donuts wear off, they might eventually find their way back here, but by that time we’ll be long gone, so whatever.
Claire just gives me this really weird look that’s a mixture annoyance, confusion, irritation, and that look people get when they’re trying to convince you they haven’t done anything when you know good and well they have. Which had the situation been different, I probably would have been impressed at her for being able to pull of, but….yeah. “Look, let’s just finish cleaning up and get out of here, ok?” Most of the next hour is spent with minimal communication, ending with us hauling ass back to the coven house. As soon as we arrive I do my best to avoid Vanessa and scurry up to my room. Upon getting there I remember that it’s Claire’s room as well and that she’s the other person in the coven I don’t particularly want to be around right now.
So I leave again. Not really heading for anywhere in particular, just away from the coven house right now. About a block away I stop, thinking as I bite on one of my cuticles until the poor thing is practically screaming for mercy. /And when the hell did I start doing that again?/
At this point I am approximately one nano-millimeter away from saying, “That’s it, I quit. Vanessa can kiss my ass, Kelne can kiss my ass, the coven can kiss my ass, even the cops with their memory charmed donuts can kiss my ass,” cause I can’t take much more of this doing stuff for the team shit. I take a deep breath and calm myself down, reminding myself of the nice power boosts that come for all this effort. /Which if this keeps up, I am SO going to deserve a larger chunk of./ And then of course there's the fact of not having an entire coven of power tweaked witches out to get me. And goddess I hope that spell on Andrew and Tracy worked….