Unknown title: Chapter 1

“Why are we here?” Alex looked around the room, sat cross legged on an orange fold away chair.

“Meeting”, grunted Carl his zombie flesh taught under the bright sterile lights, leaning back he looked around at the other occupants of this ‘meeting’.

Pushing his glasses up his nose, The Demon stared at his watch, looked up “I got a message from my Matriarch stating I needed to just turn up here at this time, I was asked to not bring weapons…”.

“…Which feels like a waste doesn’t it?” Interjected Cassandra, The Witch pulled out her air pods and placed them back in their case delicately. “A demon, a vampire, a zombie and I are summoned to some underground meeting and my first thought was…”

“…Human propaganda or a bad set up for a joke”, finished Alex, pulling out her gilded fangs out of her handbag after having them filed down, putting them on and grinning.

“Humans!” Howled Carl.

“I know”, the demon Alastair smiled, “it’s not like I owe them my presence on this hell forsaken earth!”

“Really?” Yelled Cassandra, the witch giving him side eye and pouting.

“I am fitting in!” retorted the demon.

“No, you are not”, the vamp showed off her gold fang dentures.

“Ha, Teeth”, mumbled Carl.

“Why is there a fucking Zombie here?” the witch leant forward, looking at Carl, “and how can you talk?”

Carl whipped his head around, pointed at his chest, “master was a voodoo”, he responded in a low growl.

“A voodoo zombie”, said Alex sighing, “how old school”. Rummaging through her handbag she found a blood bag from a drive she had attended, pulled it out and with eyes wide she bit into it. Letting out a sigh it coated her tongue and throat with blood, Relaxing in the chair she giggled.

The Rest stared at her in disbelief.

“So brazen”, Alastair exhaled taking off his glasses.

Alex drained the rest of the blood bag, a little crimson dripping off her fangs.

Carl grunted and looked at the ceiling.

Cassandra got up and prepared to leave.

Alex clearing her throat, “it was I that brought you here”, Cass slowly sat back down.

Alastair frowned, the make up around his sanded down horns shifting.

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I love you baby 🖤