Things were going as planned, Harley had been up early getting things prepared and now the only thing the boa had to do was leave the letter to get the ball in to motion or so to speak. So with out furthor ado she moved toward the piercing chair an plopped her happy little ass down along the seat, a note pad was in one hand while a pen in the other. Cigar was rolled around in her mouth as she took a moment to herself to ponder what she wanted to write. There was no room for love or compassion in the boa an though she did tolerate Rocca an on some level liked the evil twist in her she thought it was about high time that they danced with the devil beneath the pale moonlight. Meaning Harley was going to proove she was the better beta that this would be sort of like a dominance challange to see who was the better snake. An to see who was willing to fight to the death for Kadra, she wondered to herself what Shane would say an hoped the cobra would not be angry, after all Shane loves a bit of blood here an there. Though tonight the only blood that would paint the walls was going to be her an Rocca's. She looked to the pen an then with a smirk tossed it non to gently to the floor.
Her wrist was held out an up from that chair she went heading over toward a mirror that would be out in plain sight for all in the nest to see. A moment to inhale that toxic cigar air before hand then lowered down to take out a switch blade, the blade was brought up an with a hiss she brought it down slicing it along her wrist. Dark coals bled deeper as she an her counter part the boa watched with dark fascination as the blood trickled down along her wrist to splattered along the floor. She moved her other hand down to spear blood on it an then with a raise of the arm she began to write her note to Rocca in blood upon the mirror.
Rocca,
It's curtain call baby, meet me here tonight for a little one on one.
Red headed Slut
After the message was written she moved back to the piercing chair, bent at the waist an picked up the bag in which she had earlier dropped. A grin took to her lips as she left a package on the counter top with a tag that read Dexter. Inside he would find a nice saw to add to his collection along with the movie saw.
Yeah Harley had a sick sense of humor but actually hoped to watch it with him later if she made it through the blood fest. A package was also left for Shane which consisted of a biker gang t-shirt with a cobra on it an a ring with a snake on it. Then she was out of there to prepare a few more things for tonights activties.
-It had been explained to him that Harley had felt the need to give gifts in case she died fighting Rocca. To him this idea was both ridiculous and superfluous. The gifts had been set aside in his warehouse workshop, the saw not something he would use for it was construction grade and he preferred for his supplies to come from hospital supplies. They made the job much neater, and his natural distaste for messiness made that a necessity.-
-At the time the gifts had been given he had been quite distracted with Dusty, his lovely angel come to him like a gift from the dark heavens. Now however she was gone, to a better place. Leaving only memories of their nights together to brighten his dreary heart. A slow aching need had started in him again. A need to create. It itched at his hands as they waited to grip a pen, a scalpel, a rib spreader. His whole body filled with this longing to give his gift to another needy little cherub. There had been one that caught his eye the other night. An incandescent creature with wings. Wings. How glorious that would be spread out beneath him like a canvas of color for him to dive into. Since that night his mind had been filled with her. She haunted him like a spectre. Just the thought of her made his body react in its cold creeping way.-
-For a week now he had been preparing for the day when he would bring this latest angel home safe in his arms. The cage of Dustys was outfitted once again with fresh linens, new pillows, new mattress. This time he added a lovely little card table and covered it over with a clean tablecloth. After all not all guests could be satisfied with just a coffee mug of blood at night. Dusty really had been such a neat uncomplicated little creature. As he had been getting the warehouse set up he felt practically giddy inside with anticipation. One night as he was about to leave he caught sight of the videos shoved into one of his workbench drawers. Lifting the first one off the stack he turned it over and read the little synopsis on the back. Carrying it with him he went through the back door of the warehouse, the only one that wasn't cemented in, and exited into an alleyway that led to the back door of the warehouse housing the skatepark. Convenience was key. He had to have his little angels close so he could feel them. Otherwise they would get lonely.-
-Since it seemed the rest of the nest was gone, which usually was his favorite occasion, he stuck the video into the DVD player and sat on the couch to watch it on one of the numerous LCD big screens mounted in the store. His posture was rigid, back never touching the couch as he watched, but for him this was relaxed.-