[ti]6[/ti]//. something dreadful

 

Something Dreadful
                                                  west and kleo      

plot will be here eventually. i promise. yup. i do.

Margaret Clarke

her name is margaret clarke. daughter to the vampires sweeny todd and miss lovette, she spent much of her time hating what she was. her child hood was one she regretted, and has tried to push back from memory. margaret or marge grew up quickly living with her parents, and learned the only way of living, was to take the lives of those who do. though not full vampire like her parents, she still needed to feed like them, and forced herself to eat the countless victims that were placed upon her father's blade. now at twenty five, margaret suffers from guilt for lives she took as a child. but in times of hunger, she finds the blood of a human sweeter than that of an animal. it is hard for her to deny the cravings, and so in times of hunger, she finds herself killing an innocent as easily has her father did. margaret does her best not to be like her parents. in attempts to right over her wrongs, she has begun killing her own kind, hunting each of them down. all in hopes of an act of vengeance to those who they have murdered so coldly. margaret is cold, cunning, and reserved. she tends to keep her guilt to herself. she can be easily angered, and harsh when provoked. but in times of need, she can be gentle, and soft.

we lay here for            Y     E     A     R     S                 or for                 H    O    U     R    S Missus Amity Strix i. amity stella strix ii. twenty-six iii. heterosexual iv. married to gregory strix iv. childless, loveless v. abusive marriage vi. submissive, obedient, self- loathing, quiet vii. strictly catholic viii. since she believes it to be her fault that her marriage was not blessed with children, amity feels she deserves abuse.

so long we                                            become                                                   the F L O W E R S Miss Acedia Whimsby i. acedia maeve whimsby ii. ah-see-dee-uh may- v wims-bee iii. bisexual iv. refuses to acknowledge her "marriage" v. appears when amity feels most severe emotion vi. bold, daring, crude, violent, impulsive, spirited vii. devout pagan viii. dark magic viii. burning hatred towards amity and her behaviors.

gregory strix; human

sweeney todd ; vampire

nellie lovett ; vampire

M A R G A R E T

     "Watch out!"

     Margaret glanced up from her papers just in time to rush back upon the side cobble before a large carriage went recklessly by. Bloody London. She took in a breath, before taking another glance down at the papers that now were scrunched up against her bosom. It was not ordinary for her to receive a letter, especially one in such beautiful script. After reading the page again for the sixth time that day, she looked up and made her way across the busy street, dodging people and carts.

     It had been quite sometime since her last hunt, especially since her parents denied her the last opportunity to take down a creature of the night. Silently, she hoped her parents would stay away from this one, and allow her to fill her need to vanquish the beast.

     Her shoes tapped and rapped against the stone path that wound about the place. Smaller paths branched out from the original cobble path, leading up to the doors of grand homes, and many a rich folk. Biting her lip, she pulled her large coat closer to herself. These people were known well to be quite cruel to the folk down bellow their station. It was best if she quickly walked past, hoping that no passing gentleman would notice the dull attire she had chosen for the outing to the job. Her boots clicked and crunched as she continued down the street, stepping over puddles from the early days rain.

     Margaret turned a corner and eyed the beautiful home before her. Reaching for the worn paper, she reread the note, making sure she arrived at the right address. Sucking in a deep breath, she strode up the steps, careful not to miss her footing. Once she reached the porch, she raised her hand and rapped against the wooden door that welcomed her here.

     The home was a beautiful one, almost matching the script on the paper that was clutched in her thin fingers. As she waited for someone to answer the door, she wondered what sort of people lived under this elegant roof. What form of horrors had occurred for them to need her aid in hunting a beast. The note had not specified as to what exactly she was after, only promising a wealth some share of money, which of course peeked her interest. But as of now, she did not worry so much as to what she needed to hunt, but rather the door was to ever open.

A  M  I  T  Y   / /   A  C  E  D  I  A                                                                                                 ❝ a thousand teeth, and yours among them ❞     It was not often that she had the opportunity to stick her nose into a good book. It had been a long while since she had opened the yellowing pages of her dusty tomes, untouched by the hands of her husband. Amity sat on a plush, violet colored velvet davino beside the golden light of the lamp beside her. Black hair was knotted intricately upon the top of her head, pale hands grasping the covers of the leather-bound book they held upon her black silk skirt.     It was with a start that she heard the knock on the door. Jumping with a small gasp, forced from habit, her wide eyes followed their live-in butler as he rushed for the door. She gently closed her book in hand, stiffening when her husband's booming voice echoed through the alabaster halls.     "Step aside, Felix." He rushed past the butler, who stopped in his tracks. Amity peered around the corner as her husband's lips curled into a rare grin, fiddling with his sleeves as he paced towards the door. "I would like to take this personally."     Gregory righted himself and inhaled a breath that expanded his chest, sweeping his blonde hair back with one hand. He swung the dark wooden door open, smile only widening when he saw who stood beyond.     "Ah, you must be Ms. Clarke. Please, come in, come in. I have been eager to meet you." He gestured the woman inside, widening his open door before tossing his head over his shoulder. "Amity! Tea, on the double! We must make our guest feel at home!"     Amity shot to her feet once she heard her name, hands shaking and heart racing as it always did when he raised his voice; it needn't matter whether or not it was in malice, or even directed towards her. Skirts swishing at her feet, she hastily made her way towards the bookshelf, returning her story to it's rightful place to wait one more eternity for her to flit through its remaining pages.     Back straight and hands folded neatly before her, Amity passed through the foyer on her way to the kitchen. Normally, the help would have prepared something as mundane as tea. She knew very well, however, that Gregory was a fan of the traditional home values of a wife caring for her family and abode. As she passed, she risked a side glance at the doorway, catching sight of a gorgeous woman in rather unflattering clothing. She couldn't help but be puzzled; surely this was not the assassin her husband had spoken of.

M A R G A R E T

     The sudden swing of the beautiful door surprised Margaret. Taking a step back, her eyes raked over the face of her assumed assigner. Giving him only a small smile, and a nod of her head, she entered the large home. 
     "And you must be Mr. Strix. Delighted to meet you at last." Her eyes darted about the room as her words rolled off her tongue. The inside of the home was just as elegant and tidy as the outside, even more so from what her eyes could make out. It was nothing like her dusty, dirty home. 
     As she continued to allow her eyes to roam about the room, she heard the man behind her raise his voice about tea, asking someone to go and make some for her. Turning quickly, she faced the handsome looking man and gave a small shake of her head. 
     "Thank you, you are too kind, but there is no need," she flashed a small smile at him, before she turned her attention to the sudden shift of fabric, and rush of skirts that passed by a near doorframe. Watching as the blurred figure rush away toward what she assumed to be the kitchen, she looked back at her assigner. 
     "Where shall we talk that is more... private, Mr. Strix." she asked softly. 
     In all truth, she was ready to hear about this contract he was asking her to take,  and the promising some of money that was offered up upon that the well written letter.