At exactly midnight on October 26th, 2009, something that's been lying in wait since Flagg's death earlier in the day grips Chicago tightly. It's been building to this moment all day, a sharp feeling that most will dismiss as anxiety from the television broadcast. It's just leftover trauma- nothing more, nothing less
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The lake is made of blood.
The scent is so heavy she can't help herself, especially considering how often she denies herself. Kittentits is dipping her fingers in the water, licking at them with fervor. She was so hungry. The whole city, the whole city smells of blood. It's driving her crazy.
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And then she sees Kittentits. She stops. And stares. And stares some more. Kittentits is drinking blood. That's is so weird. So Luka stares some more. She doesn't do anything (much as she'd like to) so she's just going to stand here and stare for the moment.
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Although she's not supposed to mess with Luka.
Even if she's the fucking bitch who had to go and fucking kill her friends.
This is what we call not fucking fair. But it does not matter. Not yet.
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"That's not sanitary, you know," Luka says.
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She frowns; the lights are still working just fine. She can't imagine why the power would shut off the television, but not the lights.
"Ugh," she says, frowning. "I'll go see if Mom'll let us finish the movie in her room. You need anything from the kitchen?" She pushes herself up from the couch, giving Elizabeth a smile.
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"Uhm. Maybe some water or something to drink?" Elizabeth hops to her feet beside Tabitha and smiles at her, too. "I can go with."
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She takes a step forward again, kneeling down by the blood to look at it. Why is it coming from the faucet? She stands and watches as it pours into the drain, reaching over to turn it off.
This is the time where words would be good but she's not sure what to say. Her hands start to shake. She looks from Tabitha to Tabitha's mom. There's a glass of what had been water on the counter as well but that's all thick and red now.
"This isn't- The water's blood."
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Just what is going on here?
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What she doesn't get is why the bottle that was supposed to be filled with distilled water is full of blood. Someone has to be playing a practical joke on her ( ... )
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And, nothing. Nothing at all.
Midnight in Chicago is not the best place to have a panic attack about your favorite worldy possession dying on you. Dean does not fucking care.
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And then he immediately grabs his cell phone.
"... Dean? We've got a problem."
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When he does, though, he barks out his reply. "No fucking shit we've got a problem, Sammy. The Impala - she's -"
And then Dean is kind of out of breath again.
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Sam frowns, pressing the phone a little closer to his ear, then checks the phone itself to make sure he hasn't lost connection - but even that is starting to go quickly.
"Dean, I don't know how much longer the signal's gonna last, but the water here? Kinda just turned into blood."
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