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The fire was dying. The source of it’s heat was gone as soon as the thoughts of him vanished for the time being. Satine would be over the moon once the son of a ***** was out of her damned head for good. It was so vivid each time he came calling that she could almost smell the stench of his dirty socks glued to his unwashed feet. She could pinch and twist her cold skin ridiculously tight and it would have no effect. How her mother never shot him before she grabbed an ax was beyond her. It must have been the drugs the woman continually ingested, snorted or shot up. It had to have been. No one in their right mind would settle for living with the likes of Chester. Surely prison was a blessing in disguise to the hopefully sober woman that gave birth to her.

Fifteen minutes later with no sign of his return the roll of the budding necromancer’s body took her to the curved wall of the pillow pit in the center of her hotel room in Pandemonium. One too many black silk lengths of fabric twisted around her limbs as she attempted to free them from the caressing hold they had on her. She groaned as the possibility of not getting up at all tempted her to sink into the refuge of silk beneath her. It was short lived.

The rise of that insatiable appetite beneath the layers of Satine’s cold skin demanded to be fed. So much for being able to ride out the hours of darkness where she was. She could hear a faint pulse mixing with sound of a breath dragging slowly to an end. It was a beautiful sound that tugged at her dry mouth, her knotted up stomach and her skin. She could taste the promise of it on the surface of her flesh. Hunger was her constant companion.

Satine moved cautiously. Each limb still was heavy with fatigue as if the endless hours she spent sleeping were not enough. She would only grow weaker staying where she was. Cinnabuns. The random grab for distraction from the outskirts of her questionable mind was just what she needed. Yes, those would work. Freshly baking in the mall. Not the ones in the vacuum closed tubes from the store that you had to crack on the edge of the kitchen counter to bust open. Real cinnabuns. The thought of that made her gut rot inside. How could she ever eat those balls of artery blockage and feel satisfied? Blood. She was going mad from the lack of it. She popped up and crawled out of the pit of pillows like a soldier in the boat reaching land ready to rise and invade the space ahead of her.

Wisps of material lifted in the air floated back down as one piece after another was pulled out for a review that lasted as long as a single blink of Satine’s silver orbs. Towards the bottom of the chest her hands finally ceased their flurry of activity. She pulled out a pair of black glove tight pants and a top that was the last item left in the trunk she was digging in. Figures. Bunny hated her that much? The black top clearly was not her size. She took the shirt in both hands and gave it a firm pull. She was too tired to give a **** what she looked like. Hunger was winning out.

Once Satine worked her body into the half planned outfit she slid her feet into the first set of shoes she could find in her increasingly irritated mood. Lime green sandals snapped loudly at the backs of heels as she made her way out of the door and into the lobby. If she got to the fade portal and landed in Bullwood she would be feeling better in no time at this time of night. That was what she figured. The pulse she heard before and the fading breath was not needing to hold on much longer. She was on her way. Just as she approached the fade portal things changed. What happened next was the last thing she was prepared for.

Satine was nearly ready to take the step that would send her into town and on her way. That is when she heard a female voice she had never heard before reading her the riot act. Surely the ***** was confused. Satine spun around on her heels to confirm it. The raging woman was going on like she had a stick up her *** at the very least and a chip on her shoulder all at the same time. The fight was in full swing as the female continued to rant as if she was the only one in the world doing a thing about the less than appealing monster that was giving her double what she was dishing out. With all the commotion it took a second for Satine to register that the dark haired woman likely thought she was Velveteen.

A smirk was forming across her lips as the insults continued to fly. Being fucked so hard she was dense? Wow. This one really must have more than that unseen stick getting her all riled up. Someone was having a hard time not being in Velveteen’s shoes and it sure as hell was not Satine. The chick seemed to have it bad for the tattooed tower of a vampire that was married to her sister. This could be amusing.

With a light click of her hideous sandals Satine stepped aside to let the woman be all bad *** and go after the beast. The last thing she was going to do is steal the raging bitches thunder and lightning. She found, she could have the honors. Satine shook her head and chuckled as the steps she took had her once again farther from the female. She would be perfectly content to not hear the sounds of that voice anytime soon. That was of course until she was about to use the fade portal and remembered why she was even able to use the damn thing in the first place.

The King and Queen of Hearts. She referred to them as such in the privacy of her mind. She had so much yet to learn about their history and the large lineage they had created but she did know one thing without question. Her sister had a mate who would crush anything and tear apart a world for her. This was their castle and it would appear that they seemed to have an unhappy camper in wonderland. One that she would be expected to assist under that whole family taking care of family thing Micah talked to her about and that she was still getting used to.


The beast was not letting up and the woman was getting hell tossed back at her. This was a mess guaranteed to get further out of hand if she stepped another inch into the space that would deliver her body elsewhere. She pulled out her sword and kicked off the sandals that could disappear for all she cared. Satine was feeling the rush of a whole different kind as she got bold and hopped up on the counter and took a brave dive towards the beast and the female. As her body was airborne she had two thoughts. One...it was going to hurt like hell when this was over. Two...the woman she was coming to the aid of was going to get an earful as soon as the beast was down.

“I-N-C-O-M-I-N-G!”

Satine yelled at the top of her lungs. She had no clue what the plan was on one of these deals but it seemed to be a good idea to let the female know she was about to get the help she wasn’t anticipating or perhaps even appreciate.

There was something to be said for planning ahead. Satine was sure of it. She just wasn’t able to recall what it was since her *** felt like it had just been transplanted to the top of her head and her arm holding her weapon either was gone or lost somewhere between mid-flight and the less than skilled landing on the back of the beast. She thought it was the back. Perhaps it was the front and that is why what was left of her felt like she divided into a tower of serrated blades and teeth. She rolled to her side and felt like curling up and calling it right there. She had so much to learn. However, there was a simmering that began and it reminded her that there was some unfinished business. She would have time to nurse her extensive wounds later.

“You seemed to need a bit of help so don’t be break your arm patting yourself on the back.” Satine growled at the pain involved in getting up.

The woman didn’t just have a stick wedged somewhere. Satine was pretty sure that it was a trunk of some bristling tree yet to be discovered. Someone else could have the honors. The head to toe throbbing was increasing as every muscle in her beaten body tried to move as it was expected to. She set her silver orbs on the one who was responsible for her difficulty putting her sword back since her arm was mauled like it she raked it over a industrial sized cheese shredder. Finally she succeeded in getting the weapon back in it’s place. Now for the earful she had intended on delivering.

“And you really better watch just who the **** you are talking to like that. ”

Satine stepped in a bit closer getting a good eyeful of the female who obviously been at the whole wonderland trip than she had been. She knew she was the runt in the hotel and wasn’t selling herself as anything but a ***** on questionable heels for the moment. She had enough **** to deal with. Sure most of it was self-imposed but still. The young necromancer felt like this chick never left the playground and was still riding high on the fact perhaps she was once the girl that stood two feet taller than everyone else and took her ‘someone pissed in my cornflakes’ attitude to the sandpile to get her kicks. She knew that type. World was full of them.

“And you can’t be the sharpest knife in the drawer if you are talking like you are about someone who can simply look at the **** you are trying to kick and it runs but when you are on the job it nearly hands you your ***.” Satine was feeling that roll of anger rising. She may have lost skin in that poorly planned attempt at fadebeast breaking but she had some left and was ready to give this ***** a run for what she had to offer if she wanted to keep up her attitude. “Slow and mouthy makes for a really bad outcome. Trust me.”

Satine should and would eventually take her own advice. Once she got over that growing desire to rip the world apart when her insides got to raging like they were currently. She waited to see if the woman was done or she wanted to say something else that could set her off.

Satine’s attitude was met instantly with one more than ready to fire back. The bar was raised instantly. Of course it was. The woman she was looking at through her fixed steel orbs was obviously wearing some seriously sharp edges. From the brief exchange it was apparent the female was more than happy to drag them across anything in her way to draw some blood. She required about as many reasons as Satine did to start a fight. For the moment with the way she was feeling there were two possible outcomes with this whole scene playing out between them. One was she took her wounded body and headed out missing more than she had when she started out. The other would be to ride out the storm brewing between them.

Glass started clinking in the distance while the random lights began their irregular pulse. The proverbial fire started in her head while the sounds of the lobby waking to her irritation filled her with awareness. Rion Andras had a cow sized chip on her shoulder and was letting her know the ‘sibling’ thing was in name only. Satine deadpanned giving a blink or two with her eyes. There was no warning labels that could cover her the young necromancer’s issues and she was pretty sure Rion was **** out of luck having a single one that could apply to her and her chip she had riding high on her bristling shoulders.

“Good because I doubt it would be worth the energy I would waste trying to figure it out. Your attitude is your problem. Not mine.” Satine moved to step away. That settled things unless Rion had something else to say to secure her lack of mention in Satine’s book of awesomesauce.

Pain had the necro weighing her options on what she would do next. The wounds were not small. Her cool hand pressed to her side and she hissed at the pain that traveled through her. The flesh that was failing to rejoin the rest of her body stuck to the shirt that was ruined. Her fingers curled and yanked off what was about ready to drop off. She tucked the mangled piece of flesh into her pocket which also needed some repair or discarding. The outfit was nothing worth saving to begin with but still was annoying along with everything else that was unplanned.

**** it. Satine realized she was not going anywhere except perhaps back to her hotel room to change into clothes that would cover the current damage. She looked at Rion slowly and paused instead of continuing on her way to the hallway that would lead her there. Healing. It was offered. Did she dare bite and take the chance that the woman was serious. Worst case scenario if the dark haired fadebeast fighter was just not serious Satine would tell her to **** off and make a mental note to enter her in the ‘needs a future kick in the ***’ file along with Micah’s sidekick Bunny. That blonde cupcake was living on a prayer.

“If you are offering then sure.” Satine shrugged and made her way back to Rion. Could the woman do more damage? Probably but she could also be saving her the limited energy she had left to do so herself. “I won’t be going anywhere if I try to do it myself at this point.”