Why do Americans have such low standards for television?
Don’t you have something to do like eyeing Ira’s job?
I have my own job, thank you very much. I wasn’t aware your real job was putting your disgusting nose in other people’s business.
Why do Americans have such low standards for television?
Do they not have access to our shows? Can they not learn?
Don’t you have more to do than watch television? Like your job, perhaps?
The Task at Hand | Evangeline & Charlotte
Six years in Camden had finally cracked her. Or maybe Charlotte was just being an idiot. Most likely, the latter. She had never had a problem leaving home; severing bonds that she even now refused to admit had existed to begin with. Family had never mattered to her and friends were a simple pastime and easily left behind. In the formative years of her late adolescence she had subjected herself to near absolute isolation safe the brief interactions she had with a small list of people—ones who were killed within a week of meeting them. Socially, Charlotte was stunted, and she knew it. She was callous, rude, a tramp and unendingly cruel to those around her. There were, naturally, the select few who were the exception to the rule. Begrudgingly, Charlotte had opened up to a handful of Camdenites, but even those she was close for she treated with an abrasive, aggressive and ultimately surly nature, the exact nature that had landed her in a world of trouble this particular evening.
Well, that, and the absolute mistake of targeting on Stephanie Kimble. Charlotte should have known better, and probably would have any other day she liked to think, but the mistake had been made and the price would be twofold. Stephanie had practically promised to deliver the message to Daniel and Charlotte was also confident Evangeline would hear about her extracurricular activities as well. Well, she’d fought a good fight, hadn’t she? Six years long, and everyone has to go some time.
The vibration of her phone in her pocket nearly shocked Charlotte out of her skin. Black screen with the tight neat letters and numbers reading Evangeline’s name and number. What if Charlotte ignored it? She was too well trained by now. Even though Charlotte was half convinced it would lead to some arrangement resulting in her own bodily harm she tapped her thumb over the green button. Evangeline’s tool, that’s all she was now; an obedient solider.
“Eklund,” Charlotte said into the phone, slowly walking to her bedroom window and looking out the slits to the dark street below. Charlotte watched the beads of water slowly crawl down the pane of glass as she listened to Evangline on the other line. She couldn’t bring herself to breathe as the demoness spoke—a human function, a hole, crack, a weakness. She was almost certain Evangeline had heard of a more prevalent weakness by now. After six years of solitary why had Charlotte decided to increase her sphere of the world? She had done well in her clinical ways, as a shut in, leaving only to report for a job. By now she had already been defeated, and by her own self. “Yes, Miss Gracia.”
Charlotte looked at the open suitcase on her bed, already packed full. She could finish later, after she had spoken with Evangeline. She needed to go, now. After all the things Evangeline had put up with in her tonight, after the crying, mistakes, and insubordination, keeping her waiting a second longer than necessary was the least wise thing Charlotte could do. She made her way to where she knew Evangeline would be waiting.
If this was her death, so be it, Charlotte thought to herself as she forced her face upward, walking the hall, which seemed to extend miles before her. It wouldn’t have been anything she didn’t deserve, nothing she hadn’t earned herself. She was surprisingly self aware…when she wanted to be. However, if by God’s grace Charlotte was given a second chance she wouldn’t destroy her chances again. One thing was for sure, though. Adamantly, fervently, Charlotte refused to ever let the demoness see her cry again.
Evangeline was fuming, and not altogether because of her pesky human. Yes, it was an inconvenience to learn where her loyalties may be turning, and yes she had made a grave mistake to threaten the life of anyone she was not tasked with doing so, but the world seemed to have it out for the demoness lately. She was catching no breaks, and the one person she’d hired to help her was only adding more difficulties. She would do better to eliminate the pest before the situation got more out of hand, but some thought nagged in the back of her mind. It was a feeling she would never admit to, the fact that she more than enjoyed having someone to boss around, rather than being the one bitched at.
Ira trusted her to get her job done, a job that she’d earned, mind you. But with Ira constantly in and out of the town, as busy demons were want to do, it fell on Evangeline’s shoulders to keep everyone in line, a very difficult thing to do when no one gave you the respect you deserve. Except Charlotte. When she was around, that is. Only it seemed the mouse would play when the cat was away, which certainly would not do. Perhaps….
As she waited impatiently for her hired gun to arrive, ideas began floating through her head. No, she wouldn’t expel the girl from this life just yet, after all, her soul would most likely belong to Hell anyway and she would end up in the exact same position. But if Evangeline could take out a few of her frustrations…a nasty smile curled onto the demoness’ slight mouth and she delved through memories of her favorite torturings.
The small girl came into sight slowly, which only added to Evangeline’s irritation. She greeted the human with a sinister smile that looked so out of place on the body she wore. “Well, smart of you to show up. Though you’ve kept me waiting.” She knew there was no way a human could get anywhere fast enough for her, but she enjoyed reminding them of this fact. No matter what they did, Evangeline would never be proud of them. Even humans, who did work for her, like Charlotte, were expendable, slime-filled, disgusting, worthless bags of skin.
“Now if you would accompany me inside…” Her words trailed off ominously as she gestured to the building behind her, a large rundown warehouse of sorts. Perfect for giving lessons in.
(Source: evangeline-gracia)
Grrrr!
No, but you were staring. If you weren’t interested, even if that interest was simply annoyance, then you wouldn’t have been. You would have just kept going.
Then this is me, going.
Now go bother Arthur.
(via sophia-cadell-deactivated201304)
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I highly doubt this lies on Heaven’s shoulders. There was no time in which I was created that I was unaware of anything around me. Maybe it comes with experiencing it all as it happened.
And there’s the bind faith I love so much. Or maybe it is because someone up there messed up.
This town needs some fire.
Ohhh I love torturing vampires. They scream like little bitches! Can we burn them at the stake in front of DDF?
It won’t be the first time I’ve done it. And the public just thinks it’s some new party trick. Fuck, humans are gullible.
(Source: evangeline-gracia)
This town needs some fire.
Somehow I think that might cause more trouble than it’s worth, but why the hell not.
Oh like the world wouldn’t be better off without this shithole?
(Source: evangeline-gracia)
“Destroy society, erase your enemy for trying to break you down. The only thing that exists in their poisoned mind. I’m not gonna take it anymore. This is my life, I wanna have control, I’m gonna make history. She feeds of the other people’s misery, the power is her greed. She’s trying to play God with your life but we all can see through. For how long can a woman hold her position? Do anything and still get away with it? What makes her so fucking special? A corrupted woman with power as her only friend.”