Souls vs Blood 17
The two dispirited groups of soul suckers and vampires received similar punishment. Both groups were sent into some boot camp of sorts. Since war was coming, the most useful punishment was to send them for training, and send them on errands within the boot camp such as cleaning and transporting while the rest of the participants rested. They were worked arduously. Thanks to them, both sides were on the verge of clashing. The atmosphere was one with such sensitivity, even a stolen hair clip might incite the war. It felt as if if either side gave even a hint of a move, chaos would break loose. Both races were careful not to make the first move...
Granny Squavox played a little dirty with the punished group of soul suckers. She sent a few little harmless birds out into the boot camp to poop on the boys on different days and timings, and her jar she also sent to sprinkle some sleepiness flakes onto the group when a supervisor walked pass so they would get scolded. But these things weren't her main concern. Let us move back to the more interesting scene that got Granny Squavox watching her 180 degree screen on the edge of her sofa, not even bothering to pick her treasured cushion up after it had fell off her lap.
The bell attached to the door rang. Tring-a-ling~. Zap, Harold could sense it, a vampire had just entered the cafe. Harold could feel two eyes scanning him. His presence had been recognized. His heart beat faster. His senses were pricked: he could hear the cashier open and close, fruuuk, ka-ching; the coffee machine ,zzmmmmm; the conversation going on at the table beside them about some topic with all sorts of jargon he knew nothing about, (it was just a normal conversation but he was so nervous he couldn't understand any of the words). Harold's eyes shifted from Alice, to the door of the cafe, back to Alice again. The male vampire had sat down. The two eyes were still on him. It felt like his right cheek burned.
Just when things seemed to have reached rock bottom, Harold sensed another vampire. The bell rang again, Tring-a-ling~. Suddenly the pair of eyes that were on him for what felt like an eternity moved away. Harold swallowed. Now two pairs of eyes were aimed straight at his head. Sweat drops were forming on his forehead. Without looking into Alice's eyes, he looked straight through her and barely whispered: "Alice."
Alice looked up into his empty gaze.
"Could you do something for me?"
"Yes?"
"At the count of three..." he paused, then said a little wee bit louder this time,
"run." He glared directly into her eyes as he said this one word.
Harold didn't acknowledge Alice's expression at the time. He couldn't. His brain wasn't functioning properly.**
"one..." Harold heard foot steps.
"two..." High heels went clock-clock-clock
"three!"
A little longer than a second was how long it took for poor Alice to react to Harold's whispered... or practically mouthed, "three". She banged into a chair, then a table, as she hurried to the door. By the time she got out of the door still swinging open by the force of Harold's flurried push to exit, her right knee and left elbow were throbbing. Harold had ran ahead of her, and was impossible to catch up with, but finally after about ten minutes she spotted him at a lamp post down the street, no longer running. No one was chasing after them.
As Alice approached Harold, panting rather heavily, Harold once again took two steps back for every one step where she came too near. Alice was starting to lose her patience.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Thankfully, Harold had stopped at a relatively empty part of the street so not that many people heard Alice shout. Those that did courteously left, leaving the couple alone.
"I... I'm sorry it's hard to-"
"NO. No. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice I just didn't know why I was running. OR why you ALWAYS back away FROM ME!" Alice was exercising bad voice control. mmhmm. Angry... then not angry.
Harold opened his mouth to reply her, but he didn't have anything to say, so his head bowed as his mouth closed, and he looked as despondent as he ever could look. Alice felt bad. She crossed an arm and smacked the other on her face in half regret and hopelessness. Relaxing her arms, she spoke again.
"Take your time, try and tell me what happened in that coffee house just now."
Harold took a peek at Alice, lifting his face by a minute angle in a slanted fashion, then immediately directed his eyes back to the floor. Alice was a little taken aback by the cuteness of the gesture and softened by quite a large extent.
"Let's get you home first... Shall we?" Harold straightened by just a little and positioned himself as an usher would, two arms pointing in a direction, palms upwards, slightly bent forward. Alice sighed and gave in. Neither had money, so the long walk back commenced. It was rather long before Harold spoke again.
"Just now..."
Alice's attention snapped to Harold's voice.
"I sensed..." Alice continued looking forward, not turning to face Harold, patiently waiting for his explanation.
"dangerous people..." Harold wasn't about to admit he was scared out of his wits so he paraphrased a little...
"So I felt we had to evacuate..."
"I apologise..."
Alice wasn't satisfied, but she too had other things on her mind, so she did not question further upon this topic. Instead...
"Then what about that news report? I know that was James, I'd recognize his from miles away. And those shining globes of... I don't know what they are... You don't seem to be as curious as I am... do you perhaps know what those are?" Alice had turned to face Harold with large curious eyes.
Harold gulped. He was in trouble. At times like this, Rebecca Klar was greatly needed... She'd be able to smoke her way through and avoid answering... Or so Harold thought. But Rebecca Klar had no intention of keeping anything from Alice any more. She was on her way to Alice's house to meet with Harold to inform him of this decision of hers.
In these moments of inactivity, Granny Squavox picked up her cushion and brushed it before placing it on the sofa. She was feeling such great depths of sympathy for her god grandson. "Just tell her!" She thought. How long could he keep it a secret anyway? A girl surrounded by three non humans had the right to know what she had gotten herself in. Well, yes Granny Squavox is not worried at all about the spell that had been cast on Alice's great great I-don't-know-how-many-greats grand dad or the glitter at all. I guess we'll find out soon when Harold opens his marble still spying on whatever was infront of Harold. Since Alice was walking beside him, Granny Squavox was disappointedly doing other things while keeping track of the screen from the corner of her eye.
Alice and Harold eventually got to Alice's home. Rebecca had warped back just moments before. Once Alice pushed her front door open, Rebecca stood right in front of her and entertained her...
"Oh dear my darling little Alice do come right in and..." At this point in time Rebecca had spun Alice around, got her palms onto Alice's shoulders and was leading her directly to her room. "get a little rest won't you? You look so very tired indeed!"
"Klar, why are you---" Alice was cut off. Rebecca continued talking like a bullet train,
"Oh silly, don't ask me questions, I am so very bashful about things you know? There will be a time for questions and there will too be a time for answers, but now's not the time darling~~ not the right time... not yet~~~"
"Then when is--?" Alice was cut off as Rebecca spun her again and pushed her down on the bed, while Mashup sprinkled sleeping flakes on Alice. The last thing Alice could recognise was a bat's wing, before she fell asleep.
"There we go!" Rebecca promptly walked out of the room and quietly shut the door without any physical form of motion. She clapped twice, clap-clap!
"Time for a discussion my dear Harold. Not that you can convince me otherwise."
Harold was a little stuck in his position right at the entrance to the house, a little stunned...
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Oh please Harold! Pull up your spirits! Come on!"
With a jerk, Harold moved towards the sofa area where Rebecca was waiting.
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**Alice actually whimpered slightly if you were curious.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Souls vs Blood 16
Souls vs Blood 16
"News Headline: "This is reporter Samantha reporting live from Hurricane Mall. A fight had broken out this afternoon in Hurricane Mall. Two separate groups clashed, causing significant damage and chaos. The most extraordinary thing is occurring at this very moment. Supernatural..."
After quite a long span of silence, Alice decided to switch the television on and it was the news. The word supernatural pricked Rebecca's ears. She came out to watch. It wasn't good. casualties were reported and the worst part was that all three of them could recognise people that were captured on the screen.
Alice shot up from the sofa, "James!"
Harold who had gotten up from his corner at the word supernatural now saw a few soul suckers he recognised as well. Rebecca swiftly changed to appropriate attire, then moved and tapped Harold on the shoulder, "I'll go clear that mess up. Keep her here." But before Harold could do a thing, Alice was out of the house right after Rebecca. You see, she had just seen James being hit by a soul beam. Harold couldn't grab hold of her, so all he did was run a safe 2 meters behind her, whilst swearing at his incapability. Rebecca had disappeared with her car.
Whatever was broadcast was too late to save but Rebecca could at least stop the fight and perhaps, make the scene a little more realistic to the human race than what it is. With a little warping she was there in less than a minute. Keeping her presence as hidden as possible, she quickly approached the eye of the storm. Both the group of vampires and the group of soul suckers were completely angered out of they're minds and altogether ignored the media. Most of the humans had been evacuated, but they were gathering at what they thought was a safe distance away, taking photos and videos as if something interesting was happening. There were corpses strewn about the place. About ten. Rebecca quickly injected blood and inflicted wounds on them, using some soul she had collected from the curious crowd while sneaking in to blur the effect of time of the bodies so it would seem they were hurt before they died rather than after. After taking care of that, she... put on make up. Yeap, you read correctly. Not only that, she used a little more soul to transform her body so she was taller, older, and her clothes stretched with the growth so she looked out of this world. I guess that's why she changed before coming here. Unwrapping a lollipop she pulled out from some inner pocket, she puts it in her mouth, stands up, and struts right in the middle of the flying bolts and projected air pressure punches. Both groups being made up of guys were a little startled. Or maybe very startled. The camera zoomed in to her. Just before her face could be captured clearly she puts on a pair of huge sunglasses, blocking her eyes and making sure she wouldn't be recognised. Well, she couldn't allow the soul suckers or vampires to be captured by the police, or they'd probably let the whole human world know of the existence of the two hidden races. Also, she couldn't let them continue their rampage or they'd be found out anyway. So she decided to take the attention away from the boys just a little while and make sure the two groups disappeared from the human world. It would be especially bad if people recognised James since he literally lived here. For James case she did a little something special. As Rebecca walked between the two groups, she took out a lipstick from her inner breast pocket and sensually applied it on her lips. She then walked straight towards James, blocking his face from all the cameras and phones, then bent down and kissed his forehead. The lipstick wasn't just any lipstick. It was one with a spell cast on it. The lipstick immediately spread all over James' face, creating the illusion of another face over his so he wouldn't be recognisable. Especially since most of the camera's were already facing him, when Rebecca stepped back from him, she showed the world it wasn't James but someone else. Then, before the guys got over their shock, she lined them up, stood between the two races, linked her arms over their shoulders, and with a little more than just will power, got them to walk away from the crowd. Just then, police sirens could be heard. Goodness, the police were later than the media? Well, truth be told, there are mice in the police, both vamps and soul suckers. So they were holding the report back. But there wasn't someone to stop the news station reporter that was just driving past after filming and interview. There also wasn't anyone to stop the reporter from calling for a live broadcast. Ambulances came, but there were no injured. Only casualties. Rebecca smoke bombed the place and warped the whole group away just as the first policeman step out of his car.
Rebecca warped them all to a field far away from civilisation. As she warped she changed back to her normal form and James' face turned back to normal. She bound each boy to the ground with a little help from Mashup, it sprinkled rope forming essence on their limbs and hammered the ropes to the ground in a jiffy with just huffing and puffing a magic little hammer and baby nails that inflated when put to use. Rebecca started her lecture.
"YOU IDIOTS! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! ..." This went on for more than an hour. Fortunately or unfortunately, the groups making a racket were all about James' age so Rebecca was a senior. Both sides were bewildered and just listened while whimpering, though all a little disappointed that Rebecca wasn't as sexy as she was before. James simply bowed his head, staring straight through the blades of grass. Somehow, the media was controlled and the incident was reported as a gang fight while any supernatural looking clips were eventually deleted where ever possible. This was of course, the work of undercover vampires and soul suckers who were for once working together. Rebecca warped the two groups to their respective portals and they no doubt received punishment fit for their crime. Both races had laws that restricted violence between them in the human world. Though it usually happened unpunished due to some unspoken agreement, this time, they did so out in the open. They wouldn't be praised, that's for sure. Homo sapiens are the only source of livelihood for these races. They couldn't kill them, and neither could they openly ask for blood and soul. Status quo was the safest and both races acknowledged that. The moment she appeared with the bunch, reinforcements were already out and ready to collect them. Once they had learnt who she was, both sides thanked her grudgingly. Obviously, Rebecca thoroughly enjoyed the treatment. The case would later be wrapped up as unsolved, and though some detective did spot a little difference in James' face, the camera footages gathered would be too blur to confirm anything, and the supernatural occurrences would be beyond deduction, so the higher ups were quick to close everything. The families who suffered losses would never knew who to hate or who to take revenge on, which could be a blessing in disguise, not letting the amount of hate in the world grow.
Apparently, Hurricane mall had a gaming event that day, and both groups were there for human entertainment rather than for hunting, but they happened to notice each other and after some dumb provocations both sides lost all form of reason and fought, drawing whatever they needed from the humans they could get their hands on. Witnesses? None. Those that were close enough to have witnessed anything were killed. CCTVs? Rebecca got rid of the tapes asap by ordering Mashup to the control room while she strutted in front of the crowd. Actually, she told Mashup to "have fun" in the control room so Mashup had wreaked everything. Even the hard disks and the screens. The CCTV's themselves were already destroyed by the tumult that was happening. The mess was solved.
While Rebecca was busy rattling at the boys and yelling at them for killing humans, as well as blaming them for giving her work to do, Alice finally did reach Hurricane Mall. By that time the police were already giving up hope of finding any evidence pointing towards the perpetrators. Obviously, the area had been barricaded off and from the various gossiping going about, Alice learnt that everyone involved had disappeared. At first she was relieved, that James had not yet been captured at least. Then she remembered the casualties. And also the possible injury James was suffering from. Then she started worrying again, pacing aimlessly. Harold simply followed her from behind. After quite some time, Alice finally walks into a shop to sit down and think a little. Harold runs his fingers through his hair and sighs before following her in and sitting opposite her. Finally she had stopped moving about. He didn't have money on him, or he would have bought her a drink. She had ran out without anything, phone or wallet. So they sat there in silence, Harold sneaking worried glances towards Alice and Alice with her hands clasped tightly together and her legs occasionally shaking in distress.
In the world of soul suckers and above the clouds, "Jar, send some pigeons down to find out about the incident won't you?" Granny Squavox had a frown on her face and her eyebrows were brought together. Completely not in the mood for jokes, she wanted to interrogate the group and punish them personally but she knew she shouldn't. "Oh weak and good-for-nothing Harold. The boy I treated like my own grand son so useless at a time like this! Isn't it obvious the girl's mind has completely gone to the vampire now!?! Oh how can I help the poor boy!" Granny Squavox was up from her comfy seat, pacing in front of the 180 degrees screen that barely showed any movement except in the background and the occasional shaking of Alice's legs from her view under the coffee table. Harold's pocket was there you see. But the mic wasn't picking up their voices, so it was obvious they were silent. Granny Squavox hoped Harold would speak up but he didn't see to be planning to. Her camera was so still she wondered if he was even breathing. Well, of course she knew he was, it was just... a figure of speech, the way she thought... you know?
"News Headline: "This is reporter Samantha reporting live from Hurricane Mall. A fight had broken out this afternoon in Hurricane Mall. Two separate groups clashed, causing significant damage and chaos. The most extraordinary thing is occurring at this very moment. Supernatural..."
After quite a long span of silence, Alice decided to switch the television on and it was the news. The word supernatural pricked Rebecca's ears. She came out to watch. It wasn't good. casualties were reported and the worst part was that all three of them could recognise people that were captured on the screen.
Alice shot up from the sofa, "James!"
Harold who had gotten up from his corner at the word supernatural now saw a few soul suckers he recognised as well. Rebecca swiftly changed to appropriate attire, then moved and tapped Harold on the shoulder, "I'll go clear that mess up. Keep her here." But before Harold could do a thing, Alice was out of the house right after Rebecca. You see, she had just seen James being hit by a soul beam. Harold couldn't grab hold of her, so all he did was run a safe 2 meters behind her, whilst swearing at his incapability. Rebecca had disappeared with her car.
Whatever was broadcast was too late to save but Rebecca could at least stop the fight and perhaps, make the scene a little more realistic to the human race than what it is. With a little warping she was there in less than a minute. Keeping her presence as hidden as possible, she quickly approached the eye of the storm. Both the group of vampires and the group of soul suckers were completely angered out of they're minds and altogether ignored the media. Most of the humans had been evacuated, but they were gathering at what they thought was a safe distance away, taking photos and videos as if something interesting was happening. There were corpses strewn about the place. About ten. Rebecca quickly injected blood and inflicted wounds on them, using some soul she had collected from the curious crowd while sneaking in to blur the effect of time of the bodies so it would seem they were hurt before they died rather than after. After taking care of that, she... put on make up. Yeap, you read correctly. Not only that, she used a little more soul to transform her body so she was taller, older, and her clothes stretched with the growth so she looked out of this world. I guess that's why she changed before coming here. Unwrapping a lollipop she pulled out from some inner pocket, she puts it in her mouth, stands up, and struts right in the middle of the flying bolts and projected air pressure punches. Both groups being made up of guys were a little startled. Or maybe very startled. The camera zoomed in to her. Just before her face could be captured clearly she puts on a pair of huge sunglasses, blocking her eyes and making sure she wouldn't be recognised. Well, she couldn't allow the soul suckers or vampires to be captured by the police, or they'd probably let the whole human world know of the existence of the two hidden races. Also, she couldn't let them continue their rampage or they'd be found out anyway. So she decided to take the attention away from the boys just a little while and make sure the two groups disappeared from the human world. It would be especially bad if people recognised James since he literally lived here. For James case she did a little something special. As Rebecca walked between the two groups, she took out a lipstick from her inner breast pocket and sensually applied it on her lips. She then walked straight towards James, blocking his face from all the cameras and phones, then bent down and kissed his forehead. The lipstick wasn't just any lipstick. It was one with a spell cast on it. The lipstick immediately spread all over James' face, creating the illusion of another face over his so he wouldn't be recognisable. Especially since most of the camera's were already facing him, when Rebecca stepped back from him, she showed the world it wasn't James but someone else. Then, before the guys got over their shock, she lined them up, stood between the two races, linked her arms over their shoulders, and with a little more than just will power, got them to walk away from the crowd. Just then, police sirens could be heard. Goodness, the police were later than the media? Well, truth be told, there are mice in the police, both vamps and soul suckers. So they were holding the report back. But there wasn't someone to stop the news station reporter that was just driving past after filming and interview. There also wasn't anyone to stop the reporter from calling for a live broadcast. Ambulances came, but there were no injured. Only casualties. Rebecca smoke bombed the place and warped the whole group away just as the first policeman step out of his car.
Rebecca warped them all to a field far away from civilisation. As she warped she changed back to her normal form and James' face turned back to normal. She bound each boy to the ground with a little help from Mashup, it sprinkled rope forming essence on their limbs and hammered the ropes to the ground in a jiffy with just huffing and puffing a magic little hammer and baby nails that inflated when put to use. Rebecca started her lecture.
"YOU IDIOTS! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! ..." This went on for more than an hour. Fortunately or unfortunately, the groups making a racket were all about James' age so Rebecca was a senior. Both sides were bewildered and just listened while whimpering, though all a little disappointed that Rebecca wasn't as sexy as she was before. James simply bowed his head, staring straight through the blades of grass. Somehow, the media was controlled and the incident was reported as a gang fight while any supernatural looking clips were eventually deleted where ever possible. This was of course, the work of undercover vampires and soul suckers who were for once working together. Rebecca warped the two groups to their respective portals and they no doubt received punishment fit for their crime. Both races had laws that restricted violence between them in the human world. Though it usually happened unpunished due to some unspoken agreement, this time, they did so out in the open. They wouldn't be praised, that's for sure. Homo sapiens are the only source of livelihood for these races. They couldn't kill them, and neither could they openly ask for blood and soul. Status quo was the safest and both races acknowledged that. The moment she appeared with the bunch, reinforcements were already out and ready to collect them. Once they had learnt who she was, both sides thanked her grudgingly. Obviously, Rebecca thoroughly enjoyed the treatment. The case would later be wrapped up as unsolved, and though some detective did spot a little difference in James' face, the camera footages gathered would be too blur to confirm anything, and the supernatural occurrences would be beyond deduction, so the higher ups were quick to close everything. The families who suffered losses would never knew who to hate or who to take revenge on, which could be a blessing in disguise, not letting the amount of hate in the world grow.
Apparently, Hurricane mall had a gaming event that day, and both groups were there for human entertainment rather than for hunting, but they happened to notice each other and after some dumb provocations both sides lost all form of reason and fought, drawing whatever they needed from the humans they could get their hands on. Witnesses? None. Those that were close enough to have witnessed anything were killed. CCTVs? Rebecca got rid of the tapes asap by ordering Mashup to the control room while she strutted in front of the crowd. Actually, she told Mashup to "have fun" in the control room so Mashup had wreaked everything. Even the hard disks and the screens. The CCTV's themselves were already destroyed by the tumult that was happening. The mess was solved.
While Rebecca was busy rattling at the boys and yelling at them for killing humans, as well as blaming them for giving her work to do, Alice finally did reach Hurricane Mall. By that time the police were already giving up hope of finding any evidence pointing towards the perpetrators. Obviously, the area had been barricaded off and from the various gossiping going about, Alice learnt that everyone involved had disappeared. At first she was relieved, that James had not yet been captured at least. Then she remembered the casualties. And also the possible injury James was suffering from. Then she started worrying again, pacing aimlessly. Harold simply followed her from behind. After quite some time, Alice finally walks into a shop to sit down and think a little. Harold runs his fingers through his hair and sighs before following her in and sitting opposite her. Finally she had stopped moving about. He didn't have money on him, or he would have bought her a drink. She had ran out without anything, phone or wallet. So they sat there in silence, Harold sneaking worried glances towards Alice and Alice with her hands clasped tightly together and her legs occasionally shaking in distress.
In the world of soul suckers and above the clouds, "Jar, send some pigeons down to find out about the incident won't you?" Granny Squavox had a frown on her face and her eyebrows were brought together. Completely not in the mood for jokes, she wanted to interrogate the group and punish them personally but she knew she shouldn't. "Oh weak and good-for-nothing Harold. The boy I treated like my own grand son so useless at a time like this! Isn't it obvious the girl's mind has completely gone to the vampire now!?! Oh how can I help the poor boy!" Granny Squavox was up from her comfy seat, pacing in front of the 180 degrees screen that barely showed any movement except in the background and the occasional shaking of Alice's legs from her view under the coffee table. Harold's pocket was there you see. But the mic wasn't picking up their voices, so it was obvious they were silent. Granny Squavox hoped Harold would speak up but he didn't see to be planning to. Her camera was so still she wondered if he was even breathing. Well, of course she knew he was, it was just... a figure of speech, the way she thought... you know?
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