Vlad’s Office, Downtown Windenburg
“How could you be so stupid!” she raged, ignoring for the moment, the “aw shucks” look on Bloodvein’s face.
Jimena rubbed her arms, looking around at the decor items warily. Miss Hell tried, and failed to feel some level of empathy for the sim.
You could be an inanimate object without a spell. Miss Hell had spent hours sitting in a parlor as such, waiting to be noticed and chosen and bought for the night.
You are not going back there. Those days are gone.
They certainly were. Miss Hell had survived and Madame Caliente and all her ilk had been dead for centuries.
“Where is the body, Bloodvein, did you think about that for even a moment?”
“I—” he choked off a squeak and cleared his throat. “Of course I did! Buried and taken care of, isn’t it.”
Now that he was nervous, he had dropped his imitation of Vladislaus’s accent. He didn’t look at Miss Hell with desire, more like agitation and guilt. She had gone from lover to mother in the blink of an eye and all because she demanded just a hint of maturity and common sense. Men were all the same, unable to countenance the existence of female anger.
Still furious, she checked her phone. Wherever Vladislaus was, he wasn’t answering and the tracker she installed wasn’t picking anything up. He was prone to rages, though. Just last week she had to reinstall her tracking software after he smashed his phone against a wall. He was probably home, waiting for his errand boys to take him to procure another replacement.
Go big or go home.
“Call our allies, tell them to be at Straud Manor within the hour.”
Bloodvein glanced at Jimena for approval and she smiled encouragingly, as they got up.
As soon as she realized Miss Hell looking, she cut it off. Bloodvein didn’t get the memo, reaching for Jimena’s hand without realizing that Miss Hell was watching.
He was still the same simpering fool she convinced Vladislaus to turn all those years ago.
“Why do you want him?” Vladislaus had asked her.
“Because he’s worthless,” she’d told him. “And sometimes worthless things are good to have around when you’re protecting something of value.”
Jimena tried to follow Bloodvein out, but Miss Hell called her back.
“Why are we keeping you, Jimena?”
“I’m sorry?” she gasped, wringing her hands nervously, “I-I don’t understand…”
“Why. Are. We. Keeping. You?” Miss Hell repeated, punctuating every word. “You aren’t useful. You’re clearly not fucking Vladislaus or you’d have better information. You picked out some idiot surfer as the God of Death, and you mean to tell me you’re attracted to Lionel?”
“What? I’m j-just trying to stay alive…I don’t mean to upset you…” she cast her eyes downward and Miss Hell could not help but notice how long her lashes were.
“You can save the frightened act, I don’t buy it in the least. You can’t possibly be attracted to Richard.”
“Richard Lionel. His real name.”
Jimena could not hide the wince that flashed across her face. “I answer to a higher power,” she said finally.
“What a coincidence,” Miss Hell drawled, arching an eyebrow. “Well, now you answer to me.”
Jimena nodded. She strolled towards the door with confidence, but paused, her hand hovering over the handle. “I really am trying to survive,” she said softly.
Miss Hell knew. It was the same thing she told herself.
If you want some theme music to go along with this next part, here’s what was playing in my head.
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