[u]The Ceremony [u]
(aka The Calm Before the Storm Conspiracy)
Part One
SwallowTail House, Talos Island
Dee Dee Diablo had been looking into the full length mirror in the recently decorated bedroom for a while. Into herself. The reality of what she was doing still didnt quite fit. In just a matter of hours she would be the guest of hour at a ceremony at City Hall to celebrate her achievements. But not as a musician or songwriter but as a hero. A hero? Her? Shed spend a year trying to prove just that but now a shiny medal and the nodding approval of people whose opinions didnt matter to her seemed a little empty. The people who did matter knew what she was about. Nene. Diana. Jonathan. Jay. And wasnt this sort of ceremony stuff for the Boy Scout brigade like Britanic, Lady Cobra and Miss Teen?
Dee, the car will be here in 20 minutes.
The sound of her lover Nenes voice brought her back from reflecting. She smoothed the sheer material of her designer little black dress over her skinny hips.
Im nearly ready, Miss, she replied. Oh, and you know how I wanted to show off my ink on account of it expressing my individuality and not caring what the suits think?
Yes, Dee?"
Well I want to wear a jacket now.
Yes, Dee.
Covering her tattoos didnt mean anything. There were always covered when she was on patrol. Leather and ceramic. Her angel and other marks were part of the Dee Dee Diablo who came to life when she was on stage or alone with Nene.
Nene entered the bedroom and slipped the slinky tailored jacket over Dees shoulders. She held her lovers waist and whispered into her ear. You look beautiful, Dee. And, remember, you deserve this. I would kiss you if it didnt mean I would have to do your make up again.
Dee smiled as she turned within the gynoids arms. She looked into Nenes green eyes, not even the mix of soft blue silk and a plunging neckline revealing pale skin drawing her attention. We still have 15 minutes, she said before pressing her mouth to her partners in a lingering kiss.
@Romanov
Nadja Romanov, Lily Pink, Little Death - The Cadre
Estoque, Bastinado, Spidermonkey, Chic Doyle - The Militia
Miss Teen, Dead Reckoner, Dee Dee Diablo, Kaneko
Part Two
19 minutes later. The horn from the black limousine at the side of the road outside SwallowTail House sounded again. But this time it didnt coincide with Dees orgasm.
The couple walked from the hallway into the spacious cream and white living area. Dee looked at the sleek pine and chrome dining table and chairs, the almost unfeasibly large plasma television, black leather sofa and reclining chairs, Nenes practice stage and pole and the natural wood bar.
I still cant believe how well this turned out, Miss, she said. Your decorating skills are first rate. Second only to your skills in
She moved in as if to kiss Nene again then smiled as the horn sounded for the third time. I think were wanted.
Nene helped Dee on with her jacket before looking at Dee. Youre ready. Best not keep them waiting, Dee.
Moment later they were greeted with a nod from the grey-suited driver that summed up his frustration more than words ever could. The young women slid into the back seat where their friends Diana Bright and Jessica Chang were waiting.
Outside in the limousine, teenage heroines (albeit one retired) Diana Bright and Jessica Chang were sitting side by side.
Diana was not thrilled to be there; the idea that heroes needed some sort of official recognition was foreign. But after Dee explained that doctors, police officers, charity workers, firefighters and ordinary members of the public were being honoured at the civic pride ceremony she had consented to come.
Jessie, on the other hand, was enjoying the limousine ride, chatting happily away to her friend.
You really should...um
give Mr. Sable a...um
second chance Di
Im sure he is just
shy
She paused and smiled to Diana.
Jessie was wearing a short dress, tailored to follow her curves like a second skin, and snow-white with golden embroidery. Around her neck was a white choker with a golden charm shaped like a cobra ready to strike.
The limo came to a halt and Jessie looked up, smiling as Dee and Nene entered.
Jessie was so proud that her friend was about to receive a medal, and even more so that she had been invited to join Dee for the ceremony.
Dee and Nene settled in the seat opposite the girls.
Hey, girls, said Dee. The record company are springing for the ride so, remember, if anyone asks I got an award for songwriting.
Diana looked up. Dee, if you had an award for songwriting would it make your songs better? Heroes do not need medals and awards to
Nene sensed an old argument was about the flare up and placed a calming hand on Dees shoulder. We respect your views, Diana, but Dee has chosen to accept the award and I respect her reasons for doing so. Now this is Dees day and she has asked the three of us to be with her to be with her to enjoy it. So why dont we have a drink?
Dee looked at Diana. Some of the things Diana had said about her standpoint on medals and how the money could better be spent had hurt Dee a little. In many ways Dee agreed with her; and part of her had wanted to refuse the medal. But for someone like Dee who felt she had to fight for every ounce of respect, even now when she seemed to save the city or part of it on an almost weekly basis, made the medal embarrassingly important to her.
She opened the refrigerator in the back of the car and handed out four champagne flutes. Ok, we have champagne for the grown ups and Dr Parnabys Premium Orange Soda for the rest.
She took sip of her drink. You know Ive been really nervous about this whole thing for weeks but now I dont have any nerves at all. I mean, hell, whats the worst that can happen?"
@Romanov
Nadja Romanov, Lily Pink, Little Death - The Cadre
Estoque, Bastinado, Spidermonkey, Chic Doyle - The Militia
Miss Teen, Dead Reckoner, Dee Dee Diablo, Kaneko
((Adapted from a rp session))
A Romanov/Zortel Joint
Warning: Story contains mild sexual references and horror movie/comic book violence
Dee Dee Diablo and Nene McAllister in
(VAMPIRE) CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOTH
[u]Chapter One[u]
Dee was slouched on the sofa in the apartment, one leg casually swinging over the arm. She was reading Stigma magazine, the roughly produced magazine that was none-the-less the bible to those in the Paragon punk scene.
She stopped on page three. There was an article about three girls and a guy who had gone missing after attending the battle of the bands night at the Comet Club four nights earlier. The Comet Club being the spiritual home of her band, The Last Word, was enough to make her read past the first few lines. Then she realised she had been there with Ryan that night. Not that she could remember much; everything between taking on those Outcasts in a cagefight and being slung out of Hornblowers was a muddy blur.
"Miss, come and look at this," called Dee.
Her partner, the statuesque gynoid Nene, finished quickly finished tidying up the kitchen and walked over to Dee. "What've you found, Dee?" she asked with a smile on her face, kneeling besides the sofa and kissing her girlfriends shoulder before peering at the mag.
"Four people who were at the Comet Club on Tuesday have disappeared, explained Dee. Nobody saw them after the Comet Clash. That's the night me and Ryan were there."
"Ah yes, the night I had to amuse myself," Nene teased, before looking serious. "That is unfortunate though... do the police have any leads?"
Dee sat up. "I don't know...can you check online see if they've been found yet?" She paused, her nose scrunching with a girlish mischief that only Nene ever saw. "Amuse yourself? Did you tape it?"
"Maybe." Nene said, the glow in her eyes flickering as she connected her WiFi link to begin surfing. "I borrowed one of the Christmas presents I gave you; Mister Buzzy."
Dee thought of the custom made vibrator. And Nene. Before her girlfriend brought her back to reality.
"... You have a little hunch for crime, my Dee." Nene said with a frown. "Their bodies were found in Kings Row, throats slit and drained of blood. All four were between the ages of 18 to 24. I could probably try to access the autopsy report, but it may take some time."
Dee pouted. "That sucks. I mean people being murdered is bad but...those kids were like me. They were just out to have a good time. I think maybe it's time for some Dee-tective work. Want to be my Watson?"
"Indubitably, Sherlock Diablo," Nene said as she nodded. "What do you feel our first course of investigation should be?"
Dee rubbed her chin, knowing from television that it was an aid to thinking. "We could go and talk to Ron at the Comet I guess. Or we could check if there have been any other similar murders they...sound like a serial killer or something, do you think?"
"Hmm... We may wish to follow up on that second thing first, replied Nene. This does seem to be pre-meditated." She looked to Dee. "If we get on the computers, we could check if there were other crimes with a similar M.O?"
"Yeah, look for the M.O. thing."
Nene teleported her brass and wood fixtured laptop and handed it to Dee. She sat on the floor beside the sofa, resting her head against Dee as she searched. "I'll be busy with the autopsy report as well, so maybe check Google for news reports?"
Right, whats the address for Google again wait, Ill Google it oh yeah. She gave a self-deprecating smile before starting her search. After about ten minutes her body twitched and bumped Nenes head. "[censored], you don't realise how many people go missing or get murdered til you check for stuff like this! I found three that seem similar. A group of people go missing and get found with their throats sliced. They all went to gigs too...one time in New York, one in New Jersey and the other in Pennsylvania."
Nene looks to Dee, wondering if she would make the connection needed. "Interesting, Dee... all four died due to blood loss, and not from the jugular injuries... there were traces of an anti-coagulant in their blood as well."
"An anti-what now?"
"It prevents blood-clotting. Certain insects that feed on blood release it to prevent the wound healing over while they feed, and the blood itself."
"They were killed by giant insects?" she asked, typing on the keyboard. "Oh, look here, there was one band on the bill at all four gigs. Maybe they are giant bugs or at least might know something?"
"Which band was that? And well, I would not say giant insects necessarily, Dee. Bats do that too."
"They're called Suck Your Mother, said Dee. From what I hear they suck big time but they got a following among goths who like that vampire [censored]. VAMPIRES!"
"Bingo." Nene said, with a proud smile. "We find out where they're next performing then."
If it's in the city, it'll be in the Gig Listings in Stigma." Dee flicked through the magazine and ran her finger down the listings. "Here it is. They're playing tonight at the Sunset Lounge in King's Row."
"How ironic." Nene smirked, before looking to Dee. "Well then, as your Miss in the matter, and as your Watson, I leave it to you to decide how we proceed."
"Oh...yeah. Well, Watson, there is only one way to proceed as far as I can see, said Dee, talking slowly as the idea formed in her head. We disguise ourselves as hot goth chicks and try and make the vampires want to have sex and murder us. Hopefully in that order. She paused. Although hopefully it wont get that far."
"That sounds good to me, Dee," said Nene. "Every band wants attractive gothic lesbian groupies, right?"
"Well they'd like to see girls do each other but not actual lesbians, she looked down at her black Robot in Disguise tee and jeans. Passable possibly; but they both needed gothification. So shall we go shopping?"
"I think that's a good idea Dee, and yes. I will amend my statement to attractive gothic bi groupies." Nene smiled.
She pushed herself up from the sofa. "Ok, there's the market near the uni in the Canyon, we should be able to get everything we need there." She concentrated for a second and the purple dye disappeared leaving it raven black. Her skin become paler and her features a little more perfect as she became the Dee that once had angels wings and wielded a holy sword. "Is that freaking you out yet?"
Nene smiled, stroking Dees hair. "Dee, my love, my father travels through time, my sister is a Japanese magical girl, and I am a gynoid. Nothing freaks me out that much anymore." She chuckled. "I'll get my purse, it'll be nice to see you in some gothic clothes." Nene smiled, getting up. "I'll have to hide my hair..."
Dee laughed. "Well it still freaks me out. Hey, do you think Sherlock and Watson went shopping before each case?"
"For opium and pipe tobacco, maybe. For hot little gothic numbers? No." Nene laughed.
Dee found the couples adopted baby devil Bubbles (who adopted who was debatable as theyd found him in their kitchen after Dee was rescued from her father Samyazas hell dimension prison). She sat Bubbles firmly down on a chair. He looked at her with his large, slightly yellow eyes. "Now, we are going out, ok? You have to stay here. You have a very important job looking after Spikey George and Mookie, she said, referring to the couples other pets; a cactus and cat/rabbit/monkey robot respectively.
And be good, ok? she added No Angela Landsbury and no eating any small animals! Mrs McGruder still thinks we had something to do with her cat going missing!" Bubbles seemed to understand and a box of Oreos sweetened the deal.
Mookie hugged Nene's ankle in an attempt to keep her from leaving, seeming a little put off (and scared) at the thought of being looked after by Bubbles. "There there, Mookie, we'll be back soon. Keep an eye on the place for us."
As the couple left, Dee turned. Pointing at her eyes and then at Bubbles, Mookie and Spikey George in turn Robert De Niro-style.
Nene looked to Dee once they were outside. "We just said goodbye to a baby demon, a robot monkey rabbit cat and a cactus, Dee."
Dee giggled. "Yeah, we should have just got a dog or something."
"I don't think a dog is very us, Dee Anyway, to Steel Canyon?" said Nee, offering Dee her arms to cuddle up in.
[u]Chapter Two[u]
An uneventful train journey took Dee and Nene to Steel Canyon. They walked though the University campus to a bustling indoor market, with many of the stalls selling wares made by the unis fashion, arts and design students.
One corner of the market was dedicated to clothing and accessories. Dee looked at Nene and grinned Eighties montage!
The young women spent almost an hour trying on different outfits and parading up and down the market aisles to gauge the others impressions of their choices. Finally, Nene settled on pretty black lace stockings topped with satin bows, a cheer net and lace skirt and a sexy little matching top. Dee settled on a vintage black lace dress, black boots and a leather jacket with tribal wings sprayed on the back. Adding a pair of kneed boots to her ensemble, Nene picked up the bill.
The girls spent another half an hour in the restroom to get their hair and make-up right. With Nenes complexion she had gone for the porcelain doll look and Dee had a quality of a pre-shoplifting Winona Ryder.
[u]Chapter Three[u]
The sunset lounge was a single story white stucco building between a junkyard and a derelict office block. There was a line of young people, most of them dressed in black, snaking round the side of the building. There was a yellow poster advertising the gig that looked like a yellowing, Wild West wanted poster. It advertised Suck Your Mother as being from Darkest Pennsylvania and depicted four goth rocker guys and a girl riding motorbikes along a desert road.
The gynoid and the nephelim joined the line. "Well then... shall we get some drinks and make our way to the front? Try to catch their eyes?" said Nene as she smiled, a hand resting on the back of Dee's dress by her [censored].
Dee smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, this would be a good night if not for...the murders and [censored]. Oh, we should get vampires kisses...the drinks I mean."
Soon they were inside the clubs darkened interior. Nene guided her girl to the bar and ordered them vampires kisses, her hand still on Dees rear. "I was thinking I could do a little neck biting of my own up there to get their attention, if you're up for it," said Nene
Dee nodded as she sipped the thick, red cocktail. "I'm up for anything but...maybe they like the innocent type. We should check out what the other girls are doing."
"Sounds good to me, Dee," said Nene.
The band was in full flow on the stage. They were dressed in a fusion of theatrical and bondage gear, holding the mostly female audience captivated. The music wasnt great and had an overtly vampiric and violent theme. The girls at the front are offering their necks and wrists to the lead singer; calling his name. Cardinal Black. He was an androgynous pale man with long black hair. He wore a frock coat over tight leather pants and a ripped black tee.
"Hmm... distinctly unimpressed." Nene said quietly to Dee. "Shall we initiate our plan, do you think?"
Dee nodded. "Yeah, the plan thing. Do you think they're really like...vampires?"
"They may be, or at least pretend to be and get pleasure from the murders and the act," Nene replied, moving towards the front of the crowd with some nudging and pushing.
Dees hand tightened on Nene as she allowed herself to be led. When they got to the front Dee started moving with the crowd. She kissed Nene's neck, whispering. "This feels a little weird."
"I know." Nene whispered back, rolling her neck to the side to fix her eyes on the lead singer. Speaking without moving her lips, she continued. "It's for a good cause though."
The girls in the crowd were almost hysterical. They seemed to genuinely want to be bitten, ravaged and even killed by the band who were describing such things in detail in their horror novel lyrics. From overhearing the girls call our to their favourites, Dee figured out that as well as Cardinal Black the band consisted of Jason Ash, Sonja Blood, Zach Shade and Jimmy the *******.
"Let's switch, plus I don't have to stoop over as much to bite your neck as I do for you to bite mine, Nene said, her gaze still on the lead singer.
"Oh, you always have to be the dom, don't you!" whispers Dee with a fake pout.
Nene grinned. "Not always, remember the time with the whiskey in that hotel room? And all those other times? It's just easier this way for both of us," Nene said, sensually turning and brushing against Dee as she rotated to move behind her, not breaking body contact at any point, before leaning in to gently bite at Dee's neck, licking, nibbling and kissing.
Dee could feel Cardinal Black watching them. Although he kept moving around the stage, working it, his gaze kept returning to them.
Nene made a trail of kisses up to Dee's lips, a hand stroking her stomach, before kissing back down to the other side of her neck to nibble there. "I think we got his attention."
Dee makes a satisfied noise. "You're definitely got mine."
"Mmm, you're not the only one who can push the right buttons," Nene smirked, grazing her teeth down Dee's neck to the top of her back, before her tongue trailed its way to the nape of her shoulder.
The last song ended and the band looked into the audience before leaving. They seemed to point out certain people in the crowd. Cardinal Black pointed at Dee and Nene, before raising his fist in the air and leading the band off stage.
Nene somewhat reluctantly stopped her actions on Dee and waited to see where the other indicated people go.
A large man with a shaved head, biker gear and what looked like neo-Nazi tattoos, pushed through the crowd. He rounded up the girls and one young man who were indicated and lead them a door. He came back to Dee and Nene. "Your lucky night, [censored], the Cardinal wants you to join him for...a drink."
Nene grinned to Dee. "Lucky us... right baby?"
"Yeah, I feel like I won the [censored] lottery."
Nene took Dee's hand and squeezed it reassuringly as they followed the guy out back into a beige corridor with dirty brick-coloured tiles on the floor. Dee followed Nene, catching jealous looks from the other chosen ones. The big, shaved head guy grunted and pushed them to a green door at the end of the corridor.
[u]Chapter Four[u]
Behind the green door was what appeared to be a storage room as crates and boxes were piled up along the walls. In middle was a mattress with a black silk sheet that bore the stains from the last few uses. Semen and blood. There were some coiled ropes strewn across the mattress. Dee looked at Nene. "You have got to be [censored] me?"
"Apparently not...we need to be very careful here, Dee," Nene said quietly. "I won't let anything happen to you."
The big guy picked up the ropes. "The Cardinal wants you ready for him. Get on the bed."
"Not exactly my idea of how I'd be bitten," Nene sighed. "Very well..."
The guys grunted again. "Hey, plenty of girls out there would kill their own mother's to get in here." He tied them together face to face.
Dee whispered. "Are we having fun yet?"
Nene whispered back. "These knots are shoddy. Spikey George could tie it better... it's a disgrace." She seemed annoyed by that fact.
Dee smiled a little nervously. "I hope so...I'd rather not die like this."
"I'd never let anyone hurt you, Dee," Nene said as she smiled softly, giving her a quick, loving look, before leaning in to kiss her on the lips.
The big guy left. A moment later Cardinal Black entered and looked at the women. "Yeah, that's the stuff, he said in a Cockney accent I knew just from looking you were a right pair of dirty [censored]."
Dee looked at him. "A Cockerney is ya, guv'na? I come from old Blighty too I do." Dee winked at Nene, proud of her second language.
Cardinal laughed. "Its lucky youre a looker, doll. I don't know what you're on, girl, but I'll have some of that. I will soon enough anyway."
Nene looked to Cardinal and grinned. "I'm not dirty... I'm obscene. "Just ask her." Dee nodded in agreement.
"I bet you are, he replied. Anyway, an old friends in town so we're gonna 'ave to make this shindig a quickie. Carry on kissing."
"I can do quickies." Nene said, leaning in to kiss Dee again, keeping her eyes open. She tilted her head to the side to reveal her neck, her internal speakers sounding to whisper to Dee. "If they bite me first, we can use the confusion to get them."
Cardinal Black sat on one of the crates, unzipped his leather pants. He started jerking off as he watched Dee and Nene performance. Dee moved so her face was hidden by Nene's head and pulled a disgusted face. "If any of it goes in my hair, I'm going to freak out!" se hissed.
"I know... the things we get into to fight crime," Nene sighed, making a show of making out with Dee.
"It's kind of insulting. I mean he has two hot girls here, you think he'd want us to..."
The Cardinal shouted: "Stop [censored] talking you're ruining my imersionnnnnnnnnnn!"
"I know, who said musicians ever made sense?" Nene sighed to Dee, with a concealed wink and grin.
Spent, the singer walked over the Dee and Nene, grabbing them by the hair and yanking their heads back.
Dee smiled "So now you've shot your load and guess you're not going to call us a cab so we can go home?"
The Cardinal gave a movie villain laugh. "And disappoint you? You know why you're here and you know how lucky you are to be chosen. You're going to give yourselves to me so I can live forever."
Dee rolled her eyes. "Look, we just came back here to do a little girl on girl and get [censored] every which way by a rock star so we'd have something cool to put on our MySpace. We didn't sign up for any freaky [censored]."
"You're doing the hair pulling all wrong, anyway," Nene sniffed disapprovingly. "You're supposed to hook your fingers through and turn your hand, then pull," she critiqued, before glancing to Dee. "Guess we won't have anything hot to go on our page."
Dee laughed. "Damien and the Dead Boys are playing over in Skyway, we should have gone there."
A flash of anger passed over the Cardinals face and he pulled their hair hard. "Those [censored] fakers! Fine, I prefer it when they're into it...when we can share the sweet embrace, the crossover from life to death. But by force is fun too. For me at least. Who wants it first."
"She does, I like to watch," said Dee. She poked her tongue at Nene.
Nene winced a little as the Cardinal gave her hair another tug. "Good force technique, but by my method you avoid less hair removal. It's also easier to direct us with the pressure of the side of your hand and your wrist," she complimented him, before poking her tongue back at Dee. "Alright babe, but you owe me big time."
The Cardinal leaned in between Dee and Nene, baring his teeth as he got close to Nene's pale flesh. Sure enough he had a pair of pronounced canines. With a quick motion he sank his teeth into her neck. Clang! Pain crossed Cardinal Black's face, and he move back with a hand across his mouth, moaning in agony. Where he had bit in, Nene's subdermal gel was leaking out, along with the blue flash of electrical impulses across her subdermal sensor net, and the gleam of her silver-white chassis.
Dee giggled. Cardinal slapped her across the face then went back to nursing his hurt mouth.
Dee looked angrily at him "You [censored] [censored]! We're all having a bit of fun and you have to go too far!"
Nene's expression narrowed dangerously. "No one's allowed to hit my girl. You best apologise, lest I be forced to feed you your own phallus. Without detaching it from you first."
"Ooh, you should tape that, we could put it on YouTube," said Dee, trying to show Nene that she wasnt hurt bad.
The Cardinal stepped back closer to them. "I don't know what you are, [censored]," he said to Nene before sniffing Dee. "But I know there's blood in your girlfriend here. So I guess it's your turn to watch, ain't it?"
Nene suddenly began to feel worried, and started trying to get her wrists free of the rope. "I'm not much of a voyeur, sorry."
The ropes stayed fast. Cardinal smiled. "Enchanted ropes, swapped em for a bag of shrunken 'eads with a little shaman in Shoreditch. Now where was I...oh, yeah, I'm dying for a drink!"
Dee looks scared for a moment and whispered. "If I burn through them I'll hurt you, Miss,"
Nene's fear built. With this close proximity, she couldnt manipulate her powers without hurting Dee. That horrible feeling where she didnt know what to do, and even worse, Dee is in danger...
The Cardinal's teeth pierced Dee's neck. Blood spurted and he drank deeply. He raised his head up, blood dripping from his lips. He paused; a look of confusion then fear on his face. Then, as quick as flicking a light switch, his head burst into flames from the inside out. His torso stumbled around the room setting crates filled with spirits before falling to the ground. Still.
Dee looked at Nene. "Now I don't think any of us expected that to happen."
"Indeed." Nene said with an awed expression. "I'm glad that's never happened to me," she said, watching the dead body of Cardinal Black.
Dee looks scared and seems to search in her mind for the positive. "It could be...the angel part of me...in my blood...making it like holy water."
The sound of commotion outside interrupted her train of thought.
"That would be a likely theory... that doesn't sound good though." Nene bit her lip. "You may have to burn through the ropes, I'm not sure if my powers would work on them."
"Ok, it's just...I don't burn people as bad as I burn stuff...I'm just worried that, as far as my powers are concerned, you might be classed as...well...stuff. I don't want to hurt you."
"I'll mend, Dee, and we need to get out of this, the gynoid replied. You've always put your trust in me in whatever we've done, I put my trust in you to get us out of this, no matter the pain." She smiled softly.
Dee closed her eyes and breathed deep. "Ok, I'm going to do the band aid approach...one fast..." Her arms burst into flames and she stood, breaking free of the ropes as she tried to push Nene clear of the flames."
Nene fell back. The flames were gone. Her synthskin was melted and charred in places, stuck to her chassis from the rapid burn. Tendrils of smoke spiralled from where her subdermal gel had burnt. Pulses of feeling ran up her arms from her damaged sensor net, causing her to bite her lip before breathing out. "Okay... I'm good... I'm good. Good work, Dee," she said, getting to her feet.
Dee looked at Nene, scared she has hurt the one person she cared about more than any other. "Yeah, you sure? I mean, you look...you look fine. Honestly!"
Nene smiled at Dee, blowing her a kiss. "I'm sure. I'm very proud of you Dee." she reassured her, giving her a quick hug before looking to the door. "Let's go and arrest these jerks... they're not going to get any more blood from fans."
"Right," said Dee, looking around the room. "Look, I know that we have all these funky powers and stuff but..." She broke a pointed shard of wood from one of the burnt crates. "...what say we go old school on these bloodsucking *************?"
Nene broke off a piece of splintered wood from the crate and chuckled. "They didn't even try to impale us, so we might as well give if we didn't receive."
Dee touched the weeping wound on her neck. "Yeah, I've been penetrated enough for one night, I'm all up for some role reversal."
The door swung open and two vampires band members lunged into the room. Moving as one Dee and Nene staked them through their hearts. They looked shocked for a second then exploded into clouds of dust.
Dee smiled at Nene. "Just like on Buffy...cool!"
"Very cool, yes... and I'll clean that wound up when we get home, Dee." Nene smiled to her. "Let's do this."
They stepped out into the corridor. On one side the female and remaining male vampire stood snarling at them. On the other the large, bald biker guy was running towards them. He morphed into a large grey wolf about the size of a pony.
Dee sighed. "[censored]."
"Let me handle him, Dee?" Nene smiled at Dee, already beginning to manipulate time and space in front of them.
"Sure, I left my silver bullets at home!"
A small portal manifested in front of them, and the guitar of Cardinal Black flies out at high speed like a missile towards the werewolf. The guitar knocks the werewolf out cold but his bulky momentum caused him to continue to slide towards Dee and Nene with the force of a train. Dee held on to Nene's wrist.
"Time for another trick!" Nene said, reaching out with her hands to channel a tear in space from in front of them to a few feet in front of the vampires.
The wolf crashed into the vampires. They began to get up, hurt and angrier than before. The male reached inside his waistband and pulled out a tarnished pistol. Dee spied the bands drum kit in the corridor and yanked off one of the cymbals. She looked at Nene. "Death by rock and roll, it's the way I'd want to go." She threw the cymbal like a warrior princess chakram. It bounced of the walls, veering way off course before it hit the wall one more time sending it back on track. It sliced his head clean off and his body exploded in a cloud of dust like the others.
Nene grinned and leapt forwards towards the female vampire. Raining down blows on her, before hoisting her above her head with apparent ease. Spotting a conveniently places microphone stand, she slammed the vampire down on to it. With a puff of dust, she was gone. "Those lyrics really got to her heart," said Nene.
Dee signed long and hard. She slipped her arm around Nene and held her.
A naked girl stomped out of one of the rooms with a look on thunder on her face. "What the hell have you done? I've been waiting for months to be picked. Jimmy was just about to embrace me when...you [censored]!"
She slapped Dee hard across the face. Dee looked at her for a second before punching her. The girl seemed to be thinking of something to say before slumping to the ground. Knocked out cold.
"Ungrateful [censored]! You just can't help some people, Miss."
"I know, ah well, you know how fangirls can get," Nene sighed.
"Slapped twice in one night...and not even by you!" said Dee, resting her head on Nenes shoulder.
Nene puts her arm around Dee. "I know.... ah well. We should probably leave a tip for the authorities," she said, glancing to her hands. "Then shall we get home? I need to change my skin, and we need to get your neck seen to."
Dee and Nene walked out of the Sunset.
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