darker_london | Oh, Demons, they never stop (Amaris and then Isabella) (Reply)

Brian Montgomery was not well versed in the world of internet journals. Amaris Vandenhoff, however, was. And when she showed him, he was fascinated. His pathetic siblings, Aly and David, had practically their entire lives written on them until they'd wised up, (thanks to a homicidal Amaris) and started locking things. But some of the early entries were still public and accessible.

As were Spectre Mors'.

It hadn't taken long for Amaris to discover that Quinn Wakefield was dating the bassist from Spectre's band. One Malachy Flynn. This Malachy must have been the wiry young man who seemed to go fucking everywhere with Quinn, making it damn hard to fly down there and snap his worthless neck. On the rock star's own LJ, however, she'd read that they were headed away on on a US tour. Quinn would be hers for the taking for an entire month. But it wouldn't do to take him right away.

Amaris was a cold-blooded killer, with the demonic soul of a torturing rapist inside of her. Amaris liked to kill. Brian liked to hurt. And, considering the amount of time Quinn spent with Spectre, it stood to reason that Spectre and Quinn were friends. And Brian hated Spectre. The man had been his downfall. The reason he'd been sent to prison where he'd been killed. And, for some unknown reason, the angel was bloody untouchable.

But Quinn was mortal.

No, Amaris and Brian would let Spectre and Flynn have their tour. But they were going to come home to a mess.

In the meantime, Amaris had other people to focus on. Brian had noticed his cousin Isabella walking down the street not two days previous. Isabella was Clarisa's sister. And they'd taken care of the useless ballet dancer. And Isabella had come to take her place. Apparently they were just asking for the entire family to be taken out. And Brian was going to have no problem complying. The thought of torturing Aly and David was deliciously sweet.

This one was going to be a work of art too. Simple. Poetic. Slow, like Quinn. Something to distract from Quinn's eventual passing.

When Isabella left her sad little flat at 4 in the afternoon, Amaris fell in step behind her. Brian was used to the way his cousin moved, and he helped Amaris match said movements.

Isabella, however, was not an idiot. She felt someone following her almost immediately. She turned around a few times to notice Amaris behind her. She took a few random turns, always on to crowded streets. And still the dark-haired girl gave chase. Finally, annoyed, Isabella spun around. "What the hell is your problem!? You like my arse or something!?"

"That would be incest." Amaris informed her, though Isabella was hardly going to understand that Amaris carried around the dead soul of Isabella's cousin within her.

"Uh...right. 'Cause we're so obviously related. Go perve on someone else." Isabella turned around, but Amaris didn't desist. Isabella turned again. "Go away!"

"Fine. But you be sure to tell Alyona and David hi from me, won't you?" And she gave Isabella a syrupy sweet smile.

"Oh! You know my cousins! I'm sorry!" Isabella's gave the woman an apologetic smile. "I didn't know! Oh, I called you a perve and everything. They'll never let me forget that. How do you know them?"

"Just old friends." Amaris neared Isabella. "We were quite close, actually. We've grown apart though. I can't stick around. Tell them you ran into Amaris?"

"Okay..." Something about that name didn't sit right with Isabella and she was wary. Again. "Sure. Nice to see you." And once Amaris was out of sight, Isabella turned on her heels and she walked, quite quickly, to Edward and Jacinta's house.

Amaris hummed to herself as she walked back to the house she was staying in. If that wasn't going to plant a seed of fear, she didn't know what would.