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Scene StudyThe streets are black and cold. A stray black cat runs across the paved backstreets of London, England. She stops to sniff the air, making sure no danger comes her way.Scene Study by vampiresmoon
She sits down, contented. She looks around her at the mayhem that the Green Leaf Fever has caused, not caring about the people littering the streets like garbage.
Why should she care? These dying humans have never caused her anything but harm.
She licks her paws steadily, smoothing out the rough fur upon their callused surface, her green eyes flickering restlessly about. But she has confidence in her sense of smell, which is why she doesnt sense the beast standing behind her, glaring at her with eyes of silver-blue.
And then shes gone.
The only thing that moves tonight on the London streets is a small pool of blood, trickling towards the gutter.
A graceful silver shape lopes down a London street. His eyes are silver-blue, and his silver pelt is matted, ribs poking through the coarse hair that keeps him warm.
The Death of a Candy-CornShe walks along the street, her long black hair torn by the fierce wind. The moon glares down, almost mocking her as she hurries toward the house. The sound of laughter is thick in the air as children run from house to house, begging for candy. She spares them one glance with worried eyes, still walking with purposeful steps towards her destination. She climbs the steep black hill, bathed in an eerie glow from the moon, and takes a deep breath before knocking at the rotted wood of the house door. It creaks open slowly. A voice whispers, "I have been waiting for you." She begins to tremble. "Yes, master, and I'm so sorry-"The Death of a Candy-Corn by vampiresmoon
"No matter, little one. Come in."
She sucks in a deep breath of the autumn air outside, fringed with the excitement of Halloween night, and walks inside.
A large fire blazes in an old hearth. An old, stained armchair sits in front of it, and that's where the voice is coming from. "Have you done it yet?" the voice hisses. Her vocie cracks as she replies, "No, master. I