Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 17:27:53 GMT -5
(OOC: Lilith and Logan used with permission)
To know one's enemy the way that you know yourself allows you to walk into battle with unyielding confidence and a complete lack of fear. You are certain that the outcome will always be in your favor. My enemy has been foolish to seek fights with me on so many an occasion, as he has shown me the entirety of his arsenal. I have shown him a glimpse of my strengths, and have allowed him to take caution in what I am capable of. However, I have not shown him all that awaits within my own arsenal. That is best reserved for the blow of finality. The one bullet left in the chamber to put down that old dog. I have grown indifferent to this prospect of doing battle once again with a man whose every step I can anticipate. The time has come to dispose of the carcass and close out this chapter of my career ... with yet another name scratched from the list of those whose careers and lives I have shattered. In the end, there can be just One ... the Only One.
Sunday, November 10th 2013 - Pierre, South Dakota
Expo Center - 8:43pm CST
Slam is currently in progress as WCF Owner Sarah Twilight sits behind the large oak desk in her office. She is wearing a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a gray turtleneck sweater and a pair of high heeled, lace up leather boots. Neatly hung over the large, cushioned office chair she sits in is a trench style, black leather coat. As usual, her silver penatcle charm dangles from her neck, sparkling brightly under the florescent lights above against the dark backdrop of her sweater. The stunning redhead brushes a few of the stray, wavy strands of her fiery hair from her face as she presses the index finger of her left hand onto the intercom button impatiently, summoning her secretary. After a few moments, a scratchy voice is heard over static as the page is answered.
"Yes Miss Twilight?"
Sarah again jabs her finger against the intercom with a good deal of frustration.
Sarah: Is my fucking ticket ready, or what?
"Oh, my apologies Miss Twilight. I stepped away for a delivery. I'll get right on that now."
Sarah: You had better hurry it the fuck up. I don't have all night.
"Yes ma'am. Right away."
Sarah slams her palm down over the intercom, obviously in a foul mood as usual. Such abuse of the main system is probably the reason for the static, as the intercom system itself was fairly new. Sarah rises from her chair, switching the intercom to the wireless setting as she takes her earpiece attachment and places it on her left ear before heading to an adjacent portion of her office to retrieve some files. The stunning, and very ostentacious redhead rifles through several manila envelopes in a large file cabinet before removing a folder and throwing it down on a small table beside the cabinet. She hastily closes the drawer shut with a forceful agitation. Suddenly, the faint sound of "The Only One" by Evanescence can be heard emerging from her jeans pocket. She sighs as she rolls her emerald green eyes in disgust, digging into her pocket for her cell phone. Once she removes it and looks at the screen, her facial features contort to express even moreso of a disdain. The contact name that comes up for the incoming call reads "Selene." Sarah is hesitant to answer the call, but reluctantly does so.
Sarah: What do you want Selene?
Selene:(on phone) Well hello to you too.
Sarah: I don't have time for chit-chat. There's a reason for your call, I'm pretty fucking sure I know what it is. So cut the shit and just get it over with.
Sarah takes the file from the table and heads back into the main portion of her office, sliding the folder onto her desk. She listens on as Selene now speaks, impatiently tapping the tips of her fingernails along the top of her desk.
Selene:(on phone) Sarah listen I ... I saw what took place earlier. With ... well with Eric and Rachel. I just don't want to see you do anything rash.
Sarah rolls her eyes, not at all interested in what Selene had to say.
Sarah: That's nice. I think I'm capable of making my own decisions Selene. I'm not a little girl, alright?
Selene sighs heavily on the other end of the phone.
Selene:(on phone) Sarah, she's your sister.
Sarah: She is not my sister any longer. I don't need the bitch. She's nothing but a burden.
Selene:(on phone) You don't mean that!
Sarah: The hell I don't!
Sarah digs her nails into the oak would, peeling back the top layer off of the desk with her furious anger boiling inside of her. She decides to wrap up this conversation.
Sarah: I have other shit to do. So if that's all you wanted to say to me, good job ... you said it. Now I have somewhere else to be.
Selene:(on phone) Wait! No, Sarah stay where you are. You're going to do something you'll regret. I think you should talk to Rachel, calmly.
Just then, the door to Sarah's office opens as a camera crew enters. This was the norm for Slam as the crew would generally catch glimpses from backstage and these things would go to air. Sarah briefly looks up at them, and does NOT look pleased that they are there filming her during the live broadcast. However, rather than address them at this time, she was intent on ending this phone conversation.
Sarah: No, I'm not staying. I have other business. I'll handle that next week.
Selene:(on phone) Handle it? You talk about that as just another form of business. Whether you want to accept it or not, Rachel is your sister. You need to give her a bit more respect and tolerance than what you show to everyone else. Can't you just be happy that your sister is happy? Let her do something that she wants? Even Seth would have allowed someone to be happy every now and then.
Sarah: That's just it. I'm NOT like Seth, or Eric or any of these fucking pussies who want to placate people. Things are going exactly how I want them to and that will continue next week, and every other week.
Selene:(on phone) What are you going to do?
Sarah: That's none of your fucking business. Just understand that the announcement I'll be making next week is going to ensure that EVERY pathetic waste of space on my roster knows EXACTLY what is to come.
Just then, the earpiece to Sarah's wireless intercom goes off. She scowls as a loud pitch of static rings in her ear followed by the same scratchy voice from earlier.
Secretary: Miss Twilight, I have a few flights that leave in two hours from now. They're rather pricey. Do you want me to book one of those or keep looking?
Sarah: Look, I don't give a shit. Just make sure my ticket is waiting at Pierre Regional. Got it?
Selene:(on phone) What are you talking about Sarah?
Selene obviously thought Sarah had been speaking to her. And to anyone watching at home, the shift in conversation was almost unnoticeable. Sarah completely ignores Selene at this point as she just wanted to make sure her ticket was purchased.
Secretary: Ok Miss Twilight. I'll book one of them.
There is a brief pause.
Secretary: Where are you flying to again? I forget.
Sarah's emerald green eyes narrow as she is clearly annoyed.
Sarah: How many fucking times do I have to repeat myself? Seattle. I'm going to Seattle!
Selene:(on phone) What is in Seattle? ... Sarah? ... Sarah?
She abruptly hangs up the phone and throws it down on her desk, glaring up at the camera crew who immediately cut the feed. The live broadcast returns to ringside. Sarah is LIVID.
Sarah: Just what the FUCK do you think you're doing in here? OUT! Get the fuck OUT!!
The camera crew make a hasty retreat, having garnered the ire of the WCF Owner. Sarah heads to the door, SLAMMING it closed behind them. She runs her fingers through her hair in an attempt to calm her temper and overall annoyance with the events thus far this evening. Leaning back against her desk, she thinks fo a long moment as the emeralds of her eyes darken to a cold, callous stare straight ahead. Every prospect of action that crosses her mind more devious than the last. Finally, after much contemplation, a coy smirk forms upon her lips. She pushes herself away from the desk, taking the file in hand as she makes her way from her office.
Sunday, November 10th 2013 - Seattle, Washington
Lincoln General Hospital - 10:04pm PST
High winds whisp violently through the night sky as lightning crashes far in the horizon. The rumbling of thunder almost shakes the very Earth below as barren trees, devoid of any foliage twist and sway in a menacing fashion. Heavy rain falls, pattering rapidly as it splashes onto the ground. Though its sound, even in large quantities is not enough to mask the eerie winds. This haunting storm carries out on the other side of a large window to a quiet waiting room inside of Lincoln General Hospital. There isn't much going on in this lobby wait room as opposed to the hectic emergency department on the other wing of the hospital. Visiting hours were less than an hour from being over and the waiting room itself was nearly empty. A security officer sits leaned back in a small cushioned chair, completely entranced by his iphone and whatever useless nonsense he was currently entertaining himself with. Meanwhile, a very impatient Sarah Twilight paces back and forth in the waiting room, glancing at her watch as she continued to wait for one of the charge nurses to return. She turns her attention to the large window. Her emerald eyes glistening with each violent crash of lightning beyond the pane of glass. Her thoughts now enveloped into the storm. The wicked workings of nature reminding her that chaos thrives no matter what. Suddenly her concentration is broke by the sound of a very forceful and obnoxious voice.
"May I help you?"
Sarah turns her gaze from the window to see a rather overweight, unsightly woman in a Nurse's uniform. The large mole on her chin sprouting hair of its own that most likely matched the salt and peppered hair pinned into a bun on her head. This large woman folds her arms over and they seem to rest on her gut. She appeared to be bothered that someone was arriving for a visit at this hour. Sarah of course held no concern for any of this.
Sarah: I'm here to see a patient on this floor. I've been waiting long enough.
Sarah's own tone was sarcastic and equally obnoxious. No doubt she was going to make it clear to this disgusting pig of a nurse that her hideousness and attitude would not intimidate Sarah in the slightest. The nurse however, does not take well to the returned hostility. Now this would become a game of spite.
Nurse: Visiting hours end in about thirty minutes sweetheart. You might think about coming back tomorrow.
Sarah shakes her head, tossing the folder she'd taken with her earlier onto the counter of the Nurse's station.
Sarah: Then I have thirty minutes to conduct my business. That patient is here, I am her employer and I am going to see her ... tonight.
The nurse takes the folder and looks at it. She then glances back up at Sarah, still annoyed.
Nurse: Family only. Sorry, can't help you.
Sarah folds her arms as she takes a step closer to the behemoth of a woman and leans forward, speaking in a soft, yet very firm tone.
Sarah: My company is paying for this medical care, so I suggest you let me see exactly what condition of care that is. If you don't feel like allowing me to do so, then you can waddle your fat ass down the hall and get me your supervisor.
The nurse's jaw drops and she is obviously very insulted by Sarah's comments. However, she kew there would be a problem if she had to involve any of the managerial staff at the hospital. Begrudgingly, she hands Sarah back her folder and responds through gritted teeth.
Nurse: Right this way.
About halfway down the corridor, the nurse calls out to another. Either because she couldn't bring herself to deal with being around Sarah any longer, or perhaps because she'd exerted far too much energy with the short walk she'd just endured. Either way, she opts out of going any farther.
Nurse: Suzie. Take this one down to 614.
The second Nurse nods her head. This nurse much younger, and less grotesque in appearance to the previous. The young woman is a blonde with her hair pinned up neatly and her outfit pressed to professional perfection. She smiles and greets Sarah as she prepares to lead her the rest of the way.
Suzie: A bit late for a visit, huh?
Sarah smirks a bit.
Sarah: I just want to check up on her, that's all.
Suzie nods as she leads Sarah toward the patient area. Using her ID badge she buzzes them through into the Intensive Care Unit. As they walk, Suzie takes the chart for room 614 and looks it over. Midway down the hall she pauses.
Suzie: Oh dear. She's in a coma. I don't think they're going to be very much of a visit.
Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah: That's alright. I am simply here to see what kind of care my employee is receiving.
She smiles warmly, masking the dark aura that normally carries with her. Suzie nods and the two continue down the hall, turning the corner.
Suzie: She's doing well. Her injuries are mostly healed, but she remains in a coma. I'm not sure if she will ever come out of it.
Sarah nods with a forced frown, showing some concern as they arrive in from of the room.
Suzie: If there's anything you need, just give us a buzz, alright?
Sarah nods. She enters the room as Suzie returns to the nurse's station. The room is dimly lit in order to provide a serene, comforting atmosphere for the patient. The very person that Sarah herself had placed here about a month ago ... Lilith. The dark haired vixen lies motionless on the hospital bed wearing a hospital gown, with various tubes and sensors attached to her. A heart monitor beeps quietly every few moments and currently the sound of air being rushed into a cuff can be heard as through a timed interval, Lilith's blood pressure was being recorded. Her head is wrapped in bandages where her skull had been fractured. The faint hue of purple stains the outer portion of Lilith's left eye, creasing what would be her entire socket which had once been heavily bruised. Her hands are arranged neatly over her stomach to give the appearance of a peaceful rest, much in the way the deceased are arranged inside of a casket. Lilith was alive, but by how much? Sarah pulls up a chair beside Lilith's bed and sits, waiting. Though she knew that if Lilith remained comatose for the duration of the half an hour she had to spend there, the trip will have been a wasted one. Sarah, unsure of what action to take in this situation, tries to nudge Lilith's arm a bit to wake her.
Sarah: Lilith?
She quietly calls out. Of course this provided no change in Lilith's state. The dark haired beauty just lay there. Sarah sighs, already having figured that a traditional "wake up" wasn't going to work. Though she didn't exactly know how it is you wake someone from a coma. The answer that brings a sigh to her breath is of course ... you don't. Frustrated, Sarah comments to Lilith ... though probably moreso to herself out of annoyance.
Sarah: So you're just going to fucking lay there?
Sarah places her face into her hands, extremely frustrated. But there wasn't anything she could do. Lilith was comatose and could remain that way for months ... even years. Though as the Mistress of Mischief remains agitated with the situation, the monitors connected to Lilith begin to beep more rapidly. Sarah brings her head up to watch Lilith's body jolt back and forth. It was clear however, that she was still unconscious. Something was happening, and Sarah watches on unsure of what.
Sarah: Lilith? What the fuck are you doing?
Her comments weren't going to help anything. Not that she was putting forth much of an effort. Sarah was almost incapable of helping someone else. Lilith could be having a seizure or a heart attack and Sarah just sits there, more or less yelling at her. It soon becomes somewhat clear as to what was happening as Lilith involuntarily begins to speak out. Her eyes still shut, and by all accounts, she's still in her comatose state.
Lilith: No! No! Stop! Don't!
Sarah stands up from her chair, looking down at Lilith who is trashing back and forth in the bed. She continues to call out as if something was happening to her right then and there. The more that Sarah continues to talk to her, the more violent the thrashing and screaming becomes.
Sarah: Lilith, wake up dammit!
Lilith: Stop! Stop! I love you!
Lilith's head turns from side to side in almost a whiplash effect. Her hands are pulled up in front of her face as expressions contort on her lips, though her eyes are still closed. It appears as though she is trying to protect her face and head from something ... someone.
Lilith: Why? Why are you doing this? Stop! Please! I love you! I love you!
Sarah throws her hands up and sinks back into the chair. Those comments out of Lilith's mouth, comatose or not were definitely not ones that Sarah wanted to hear. She sighs heavily again.
Sarah: I knew this was a bad fucking idea.
She shakes her head and starts up from the chair to leave when suddenly Lilith shoots up to a seated position in her bed. Her eyes open and she is panting heavily. Cold sweats and a rapid heart rate accompany her panicked state. The remaining monitors indicate elevated vital signs and brain activity has more than quadrupled in that single moment. Lilith looks around the room, trying to gather where she was and she spots Sarah. Her heart nearly sinks as she scoots herself toward the other side of the bed.
Lilith: You ... you came to finish me off, didn't you?
She reaches to her side, sliding her fingers along the sheets in search of something. Finally, she can feel the plastic with her fingertips and grabs hold of the panic button to alert the nurses. Her urge to press grows with each passing second. Sarah looks at her, amazed that she wound up snapping out of the coma. Sarah simply shakes her head.
Sarah: If I wanted to finish you off, I wouldn't have had to wait until you woke up to do so. I think you should know that much.
Lilith continues to clutch the panic button in her hand. She is confused and a bit dizzy as she'd just woken from a coma. Perhaps the sound of Sarah's voice had jogged the memory in the very recesses of her brain and allowed her to experience the event unfolding again before her very eyes. Lilith was unaware of the day, nor the time. All she knew was that the last time she'd seen Sarah, the violent redhead was viciously beating her to a pulp.
Lilith: Th ... then why are you here?
Sarah again runs her fingeers through her hair and sighs. Second thoughts had crossed her mind as the reminder of Lilith's misplaced affection for her had rung through. Sarah slowly shakes her head and now, she does get up from the chair.
Sarah: Nothing. Nevermind.
She makes her way toward the door. Lilith looks very confused and cannot accept this unexplained visit from Sarah who is just about to walk out now.
Lilith: Sarah wait!
Sarah pauses, looking back at Lilith briefly. She doesn't look much in the mood to keep talking.
Sarah: What?
Lilith: You put me in here over me checking you out and wanting a relationship, even as friends. You show up here now and can't tell me why? That is not very nice!
As Lilith speaks, her words spark another reminder for Sarah ... one from earlier that night as Eric Price's words ring through her head. "Like it or not, Rachel and I have are dating and in a relationship." Sarah balls her fists in anger as she turns completely back toward Lilith, who now has the strongest urge to hit that panic button she was holding so tightly onto. Sarah moves back to her seat. She looks at Lilith for a long moment before exhaling heavily and finally speaking.
Sarah: I'm sure you don't wish to continue being here, do you?
Lilith looks at her, puzzled.
Lilith: No of course not.
Sarah smirks.
Sarah: Good, well get dressed then.
Lilith blinks a few times. Now she was REALLY confused.
Lilith: What are you getting at Sarah?
Sarah stands from the chair once again and moves to the small closet area where Lilith's clothing had been placed by hospital staff. She takes hold of the clothing and tosses the items to Lilith.
Sarah: Either you can remain here, or you can sign yourself out and leave. The choice is yours.
Lilith looks down at her clothing, despite being laundered by hospital staff, some of the blood stains remained, again reminding her of that horrific night and what Sarah had done to her. She looks back up at Sarah.
Lilith: And what am I going to do if I leave here?
Sarah smirks heavily and this makes Lilith very uncomfortable once again. The Mistress of Mischief takes several slow, steady steps back toward Lilith's bed, leaning down and getting face to face with the raven haired woman. Lilith fights the urge to start tapping away madly at that panic button as Sarah begins to speak.
Sarah: Well Lilith, you've wanted a friend so fucking bad ... I'm going to give you something better than that.
Lilith's eyes light up for a moment, the possibility that she and Sarah might actually wind up a couple crossed her mind once again. But she dared not speak anything just yet. She wanted to hear the words from Sarah's own lips. Though they never came. Though the offer given wasn't a total loss.
Sarah: You're going to be my new sister.
She smiles devilishly. Lilith's expression is blank and riddled with confusion again.
Lilith: Uhm, Sarah? I can't be your sister because ... well I'm not your sister.
Sarah rolls her eyes at Lilith's ... stupidity. However, she brushes it off on this occasion.
Sarah: In the sense that we're going to be close ... like sisters. You stood in that ring and took a beating because you wanted my attention. That shows me loyalty. I need someone who is going to appreciate the things that I do for them, not some self righteous little bitch who takes for granted all that I've sacrificed for her.
Lilith wasn't exactly sure why she should appreciate the beating that Sarah had given to her. Nonetheless, she certainly did appreciate this offer to be close to Sarah ... like sisters. Besides, there was always the possibility that it could lead to more ... at least from Lilith's perspective.
Lilith: I would never take you for granted. Never!
Sarah tilts her head slightly to the side, looking at Lilith who has nothing but sincerity in her eyes. Finally, when satisfied by the response, Sarah offers her hand to Lilith to help her up from the bed. Lilith is hesitant as of course she was still a bit wary after the beating she had received the last time the two were face to face. However, she certainly din't want to seem unappreciative of an offer from the woman she admired so very much. She reaches out and takes Sarah's hand and is pulled up from the bed. Still woozy she stumbles a few steps before gathering her bearings. She moves forward and wraps her arms tightly around Sarah with a hug, resting her head against Sarah's shoulder so very contently. Sarah stares ahead, obviously not thrilled with the show of affection. But there was work to be done, and the end result of that work far outweighed her disgust with Lilith's crush on her, so reluctantly, she allows the hug ... half heartedly putting her arms around Lilith and patting her on the back. By all accounts the gesture was uncaring and without any emotion, but for Lilith it was more than enough. After a few awkward moments of Lilith embracing Sarah, the two finally part from one another. Sarah is relieved by this as affection was undesirable to her. Her emerald eyes lock with Lilith's dark eyes.
Sarah: I'll be right outside. Hurry up, alright?
Lilith nods her head and is overcome with joy as Sarah exits the room, waiting just outside of her room. It doesn't take long before Lilith had discarded her bandages, hospital gown and the various sensors attached to her in exchange for her own clothing. She emerges from her room fully dresses with a pair of black leather pants, buckle lace leather boots and a long sleave black ruffle top that was still hinted with stains of her blood. The confidence upon her face now was unmistakable. She gazes at Sarah with a genuine smile as the two women begin down the corridor and toward the elevators. They don't get very far before one of the charge nurses hops up from her seat and stops them.
Charge Nurse: Hey, what are you doing out of your room?!
Lilith glares at the Nurse, her demeanor fully charged by Sarah's presence.
Lilith: I'm leaving!
The charge nurse shakes her head vehemently as she grabs hold of Lilith's wrist in an attempt to lead her back to her room.
Charge Nurse: We can't allow that. You've suffered severe head trauma and have been n a coma for the better part of a month. We need to keep you for observation.
Lilith yanks her arm away from the nurse and looks furiously at her.
Lilith: NO! I said I'm leaving.
The nurse is still not having any of it and insists upon Lilith's returning to her room. Sarah steps in at this point.
Sarah: She has every right to discharge herself at any time that she wishes. I believe she's made it clear that is what she intends to do.
The charge nurse sighs and shakes her head.
Charge Nurse: Ma'am, she's been in a coma for ...
Sarah cuts her off.
Sarah: And now she isn't comatose, no thanks to you. She's laid here like a fucking vegetable for a month under your care. I've been here less than thirty minutes and she's on her feet, responsive and very determined to get as far away from this shithole as she possibly can. Now I suggest you gather up you little discharge sheet, let her sign it and get the fuck out of our way.
Reluctantly the nurse obliges. If Lilith was intent on leaving under her own will, there wasn't much that could be done about it. She returns to the nurses station where she gathers up the paperwork and hesitantly slides it along the counter. Lilith wastes no time in signing the sheet. She grins sarcastically at the charge nurse before turning to join Sarah once again and the two make their way to the elevators.
They emerge on the ground floor and head toward the lobby exit. The quiet serenity of the peaceful hospital was to be replaced by the thunderous sounds of the raging storm outside. Sarah pauses just short of the main exit and glances back at Lilith.
Sarah: Stay here, my rental isn't far. I'll be right back.
Lilith nods her head as the redhead quickly rushes out into the depths of the powerful storm. Lilith peers out through the clear glass of the sliding door, hoping to catch glimpse of Sarah returning. After some delay, the sinking feeling that she'd just been abandoned at the hopsital and fooled once more takes over. She sighs, feeling hopeless when just then two blinding lights shine through the glass as they move, turning the corner. A dark colored Mustang rolls up just outside of the lobby and Lilith hears the repeated sounds of the horn honking. She pulls her shirt over her head to shield herself from the downpour that awaited just on the other side of the glass and she dashes outside for the car. Quickly fidgiting with the doorhandle and hopping inside. Sarah shakes her head with a small laugh, looking at her. The Mistress of Mischief soaking wet. Her long red hair weighted down and stringy as it drips with rain water.
Lilith: What's so funny?
Sarah: It's just water, Lilith. Don't tell me you thought you'd melt or something?
Lilith frowns a bit at being teased. She shakes her head.
Lilith: I just had bandages over my head and I didn't want to get that area wet!
Sarah laughs a bit more as the two of them pull out from the pick up area and turn onto the main road.
Sarah: Alright, calm down. It wasn't all that serious.
Lilith is still very confused by this side of Sarah ... the one that wasn't trying to murder her in cold blood. It was going to take some getting used to. Of course, it still made Lilith very fulfilled and happy deep inside that Sarah was even talking to her at all.
With the wipers going full blast, the waterfall of rain that glides along the windshield is pushed aside over and over again. Visibility wasn't the greatest as the new model Mustang rolled along toward the airport. Sarah's eyes remained focused on the road ahead, following the twists and turns as they approached. Lilith's eyes remained fixated on Sarah. Watching as rapid flashes of light from the street lights outside illuminated Sarah's face in the dark interior of the vehicle. In this quiet darkness and concelament of night, Lilith smiles contently. As she continues to gaze longingly at the woman she so loved, her trance is momentarily interrupted as Sarah speaks.
Sarah: Where you headed for tonight?
Lilith blinks a few times. Her long eyelashes almost appear as if she's batting them at Sarah. Though in this instance it is a reflex response out of even more confusion.
Lilith: I ... I thought I was going with you?
Sarah turns briefly to look at Lilith and respond.
Sarah: Yeah, we have plenty of work to do. But for tonight, I'm taking you home. Don't worry about the flight, I'll cover it. Just tell me where it is you're going.
Lilith stares at Sarah blankly for a long time as they continue down the road. The airport just a few miles ahead. She remains silent, unsure of what to say. Sarah quickly turns her head away from the road once more and looks at her questioningly.
Sarah: You going to answer or what?
Lilith stammers for words ... still unsure of what to say.
Lilith: I ... I don't know.
Sarah: What do you mean you don't know? What have you got amnesia or some shit? How do you not know where you live?
Lilith's eyes face downward to look at the floor of the car, ashamed. She didn't want to respond to that last question, but she knew she had no other choice. With a slightly quivering lip she manages to eek the words out in a soft whisper.
Lilith: I don't live anywhere.
Sarah: What was that?
Lilith sighs as she speaks up this time. Her lip begins to quiver violently as she does not want to give Sarah this information at all.
Lilith: I don't live anywhere.
The sound of screetching tires follow as Sarah swiftly pulls the vehicle to the shoulder of the road, bringing it to a complete stop. She looks over at Lilith, almost angry at the response.
Sarah: What the fuck do you mean you don't live anywhere? I fucking pay you, I know you can afford it. What kind of bullshit are you handing me now?
Lilith shakes her head and looks a bit frightened at Sarah's sudden shift toward anger.
Lilith: No! I'm not lying, I really don't have a home. I mean it!
Sarah narrows her eyes and is trying to digest this information she's been given as fact.
Sarah: So then what the fuck do you do with your paycheck every month?
Lilith shrugs.
Lilith: I haven't done anything.
Sarah for about the third time this evening throws her hands up before dropping them harshly back on the steering wheel. She shakes her head as she'd run out of ideas about Lilith. She leats out a disappointed sigh.
Sarah: Alright then ... I guess you're staying with me until we sort this shit out.
The idea that those words had just escaped her lips leaves a sour lump in the pit of her stomach. The thought of Lilith living under the same roof as her was less than appealing. However, as she lets her decision settle, it did in fact have its benefits. It would certainly showcase the fact that in less than a day after Rachel's announced betrayal and committment to Eric Price, she had been replaced. Lilith's jaw is agape and she almost doesn't know how to respond. This was like a dream come true for her. Spending every single day with Sarah was something she, until this point could only imagine. She bursts out with a joyous emotion.
Lilith: Really?! Sarah you've just made me the most happiful girl in the entire world!
Happiful? Was that even a word. Sarah squints with a slight look of disgust as she tries to process what Lilith even said. Though she isn't given the time to ponder it much as Lilith abruptly leans forward and plants a kiss on Sarah's cheek. The Mistress of Mischief's eyes widen and her emerald greens darken with the enmity that she held for such infatuation. Her instinct was to cause harm once again to Lilith for the kiss as it was not welcomed by any means. However, her dedication toward finally dispatching of Eric Price for good allowed her to simmer silently, without violent reaction.
Sarah: It's settled then. Two tickets to Los Angeles.
She forces the words out. Every fiber of her knowing the awkwardness this would establish in her daily routine. She knew well the emotional attachment Lilith harbored for her deep inside. This was a small price however ... when compared to the larger picture. Eric Price had dug his own grave in his attempts to once again get under her skin. He hadn't realized to what lengths she'd go to ensure his demise. The mustang peels back out onto the road and races toward the airport kicking up large waves of water from the puddles below as the tires screetch out.
Sunday - Decemeber 8th 2013
American Bank Center - Corpus Christi, Texas - 11:08pm CST
It has been one week now since Lilith appeared at Slam with Sarah Twilight and the two viciously assaulted Eric Price and Sarah's own sister, Rachel suring their wedding ceremony. Slam for this week had gone off air eight minutes prior as Sarah emerges from her office and begins off toward the parking lot. The gorgeous redhead is dressed in an emerald green tee shirt that compliments the pigment within the irises of her eyes, a pair of white denim jeans and a pair of white Nike sneakers with green swoosh and trim. Her long red hair flows perfectly over her shoulders as she makes her way down the hall. She looks a bit annoyed at the moment. As she turns the corner, she runs into Lilith who had been very busy this evening with some business of her own. Sarah scowls, glaring at her.
Sarah: What the fuck are you doing?
Lilith looks back at Sarah and returns the cold glare. Not appreciating the disrespectful approach.
Lilith: I'm heading off to take care of my new toy. What is your problem?
Sarah places her hands on her hips, her anger boiling over inside.
Sarah: My problem?! What the fuck is your problem?! We have shit to do and you're fucking around with infants and now ... now this Cooper girl. What the hell is all that about?
Lilith mirrors Sarah by placing her own hands on her hips now.
Lilith: I have my own business to handle to you know? After you put me in the hospital, you know what that bitch, Chelsea did to me!
Sarah shakes her head and sighs. Her temper still flaring underneath the attempted calm demeanor .. as in, she wasn't strangling Lilith and instead was talking.
Sarah: I get all of that. But you're spending too much time parading around with all of that bullshit ... or did you NOT want to be close to me as you said?
Lilith stares blankly at Sarah for a while, and the answer she gives is as unexpected as any.
Lilith: I don't know, Sarah. I really don't know anymore.
Sarah looks at her with some confusion ... which probably overtakes the festering anger brewing inside of her.
Sarah: You don't know? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Lilith: I've been living with you for a month ... and when do we ever spend any time together? Never! That's when. I've only had Shelley and Logan to spend time with because the only time you want to be around me is when you want something from me. And you know I'd do anything for you. I did so last week. But what have you done for me?
Sarah blinks a few times, certainly not expecting such a response out of Lilith of all people.
Sarah: I've given you a place to live. In fact, I employ you ... and I haven't until now said a word about all of this nonsense you've been gallivanting about with.
Lilith: Oh whooptey doo!
Lilith shakes her head.
Lilith: I don't think you want to be my friend ... or anything else. You are only happy when I do something for you, like when I kept Eric all tied up so you could beat up Rachel. But I am starting to think it's just like with Eric and Jeff, you're just using me.
Sarah shakes her head vehemently.
Sarah: It's not like those pathetic wastes of space. I have taken you into my home ... and I have told you everything already. I've laid this all out for you from the start. There's nothing I have left out so you tell me exactly what.the.fuck you're trying to pull here with this shit?
Lilith now folds her arms and she lowers her eyes, not wanting to look at Sarah ... at least for the moment.
Lilith: The way you've acted ... I think I am in Jeff or Eric's shoes. The first chance you get you're going to turn on me.
Sarah throws her hands up.
Sarah: Whatever! What the fuck ever, just go .. go do whatever it is you're going to do with that stupid Cooper girl. I'll take care of the rest myself.
In perhaps the most shocking turn of events thus far, Lilith suddenly reaches out and SLAPS Sarah hard across the face. Sarah's eyes widen as her cheek is forced to the side and in seething anger she looks completely ready to rip Lilith limb from limb.
Sarah: Biggest ... fucking mistake ... of your life!
Lilith doesn't flinch, she doesn't retreat and she doesn't cower at the display of anger. Instead she gets right into Sarah's face now, very daringly.
Lilith: What kind of an answer was that, huh? You expected me to just say ok? I have done everything for you! Everything you've asked. You wanted someone who appreciates you and what you do ... well so do I!
Sarah is still completely losing it and looks ready to attack at any second. But Lilith isn't finished with her grievances just yet.
Lilith: You just give up on me because I want to be appreciated too? If I'm not like Jeff or Eric was to you ... then PROVE IT!
Sarah's eyes remain cold, and her anger still very blatantly courses through her as she stares at Lilith, breathing heavily. She takes one final deep breath and she reaches forward, grabbing hold of Lilith's cheeks with her palms. Lilith looks back at Sarah, not knowing what to expect, but she was fully ready for a fight. Instead, Sarah leans in and plants a kiss onto Lilith's lips. Lilith's arms hover awkwardly at her sides as she certainly didn't expect this at all. But it doesn't take long for her to embrace it and she wraps her arms around Sarah, returning the kiss. The two of them remain liplocked for a moment, until finally parting from one another. Lilith gazes into Sarah's deep emerald green eyes as their faces rest just inches from one another. Sarah smiles a bit ... Lilith is unable to read the level of sincerity in her expression.
Sarah: Is that good enough for your ... appreciation?
Lilith begins to nod her head without even thinking about it. She was definitely unable to give a proper verbal response to the question. The only sound that was able to be formed by way of her vocal cords, tongue and lips was a long, drawn out ...
Lilith: Mmmhmmm.
Somewhere in the back of Lilith's mind, she had to be questioning whether or not Sarah was using the knowledge of Lilith's attraction to her as an advantage to get what she wanted. But yet there did remain the possibility that this was in fact ... sincere. Lilith remains with her arms loosely dangled around Sarah's shoulders and the two women remain about as close as two people can get.
Sarah: Well then, I assume I can count on you to be there when I ask?
Again Lilith nods. Her heart is racing inside of her chest. The warmth and overall good feeling she had being this close to Sarah was enough to send her emotions into overdrive. Sarah takes a step back, allowing separation between herself and Lilith. It takes a few moments for the raven haired woman to compose herself, buts she manages.
Lilith: Anything you want ... anything at all.
Sarah smiles and nods as she moves passed Lilith again toward the parking lot. She turns back briefly to see Lilith watching every last step she took.
Sarah: Don't you have too much fun with the Cooper girl now.
She winks. Lilith stands there, taking a deep breath with a sigh of contentment. She continues to watch Sarah until the stunning redhead disappears down the corridor and into the parking lot.
Friday, December 20th 2013
Pacific Palisades, California - 12:48pm PST
Outside the loft of Eric Price
A dirty, beat up, hunter green Range Rover sits on the corner adjacent to the luxury highrise that was home to Eric Price. The vehicle is idling currently as the occupants inside keep a sharp eye on the building across the way. Seated on the passenger side is Lilith, who looks quite different than usual. Her long dark hair has been styled and long curls hang from the sides of her face, accentuating her features and giving off the radiance of natural beauty. No longer are her lips stained in black and her eyes shadowed with mascara. She is beaming with delight as obviosuly the slight bit of affection she'd been shown in recent days by Sarah Twilight was enough to boost her confidence. Seated next to her in the driver's seat was Mr. Hardcore himself, Logan. He cannot help but to keep looking over at Lilith, who as of right now was the picture of beauty.
Logan: Come on babygurl. Let's get naughty!
Lilith shakes her head.
Lilith: I told you, we can't.
Logan: You ... you can't sit there like that and expect me to contain myself!
Lilith: Aww. You're so cute Logan. But I've told you, I'm with Sarah now.
Logan: Nuh-uh!
Lilith: Uh-huh!
Logan: I don't buy it. Sarah is a snake in the grass. She can't be trusted.
Lilith smiles a bit with a slight laugh.
Lilith: Well, she kissed me.
Logan tilts his head and his eyes widen. To say he is in total disbelief is an understatement. He shakes his head.
Logan: Pics or it never happened!
Lilith just continues to laugh.
Lilith: Oh you do make me smile, Logan. I am not joking. She kissed me.
Logan scratches his head.
Logan: What the hell did you say to get that to happen?!
Lilith shrugs, seeing the answer as being pretty obvious.
Lilith: I was honest with her.
Logan slams his fists down on the horn.
Logan: Dammit! Why didn't that work for me?!
Lilith: Careful, we're trying to be all ... sneaky here and stuff.
Logan: Oh, right. Sorry.
Logan turns to Lilith again.
Logan: Why exactly are we here again?
Lilith chuckles quite a bit at this. Her smile only further bringing radiance to her face.
Lilith: Oh come on silly, I've told you. We're here for Rachel.
Logan: Sarah's sister?!
Lilith nods her head.
Logan: Babygurl, I don't think that's a good idea. You said you and Sarah have a thing ...
Lilith: ... She's the one who asked me to be here.
Logan: Oh ...
He thinks for a moment.
Logan: OH!
Just then, Lilith's phone goes off. She reaches for it and her eyes light up as she sees that it's Sarah on the other end of the line. She waves a hand in front of Logan.
Lilith: Shhhhh, this is her now.
She answers the call.
Lilith: Hey!
Sarah:(on phone) Hey. You have anything yet?
Lilith: We've been here for three hours. I don't think she's going to show up.
Sarah:(on phone) I'm telling you, she's going to go for her stuff. She'll be leaving there at some point. ... And who is "we?"
Lilith doesn't exactly want to answer that question and let Sarah know that Logan was accompanying her. She wouldn't have to as suddenly Logan nudges her with a whisper. Lilith looks up, and sure enough, just as Sarah said, Rachel emerges from the building and starts making her way toward the parking lot to her car.
Logan: That's here, she's right there.
Lilith: I gotta go! She just came outside.
Lilith hangs up the phone, feeling bad that she'd just hung up on Sarah, but relieved that she didn't have to explain that Logan was with her. As Rachel makes her way toward the parking lot, Logan and Lilith spring into action. Logan floors it out of the parking space they were in and races toward Rachel, SLAMMING the brakes as the two pull up alongside of her. Rachel is startled as the vehicle comes dangerously close to her. Before she can even understand what was taking place, the passenger door swings open and Lilith hops out from the car. Rachel screams as Lilith grabs her by the hair and forces her into the back seat. The entire abduction takes place in a matter of seconds. Logan puts his foot on the gas and the trio are out of sight and out of the neighborhood before anyone could realize something had occurred. Rachel kicks and screams in the back seat as Lilith holds her down against her will.
Rachel: HELP! HELP ME SOMEONE!!
Lilith slaps Rachel across the face several times until the young, timid woman is reduced to tears. Lilith looks down at her while laughing.
Lilith: That's right cry! Cry! Cry! Cry! Cry! Just keep on crying cause no one is gonna help you.
Logan checks the rear view mirror a few times and he is getting excited as he'd watched Lilith slap the taste out of Rachel's mouth. Through the commotion, and Logan's excitement ... he realizes something.
Logan: Lilith, where the hell are we going?!
Lilith glances toward the front seat and looks at Logan with an "are you serious?" expression.
Lilith: We're going to Sarah's ... what do you think?
Logan: Sarah's?! Are you nuts?
Lilith: Where else are we gonna bring the bitch?
Logan: ...
His eyes light up with joy as a thought crosses his mind.
Logan: My house!
Lilith: No, that isn't what Sarah wants. Just drive, we're taking her to Sarah's house.
Rachel still doesn't fully understand what's going on. But she grows increasingly nervous at the mention of being taken to her sister's. Especially with what had occurred recently during her wedding to Eric Price. The range rover continues up the highway as we momentarily fade out.
Friday, December 20th - 2013
Hollywood Hills, California
The Home of Sarah Twilight
Loose gravel is kicked up as the dirty green range rover pulls into the circular driveway of Sarah's luxury home there on Vale Vista Drive. This was a sight very familiar to Rachel as she had been here a thousand times before willingly ... this was the first occasion in which she was being taken here by force. The scenery was picturesque, pine tress sway in the gentle mountain breeze coming off of the valley below. Various wildflowers still in full bloom, despite it being nearly winter. The beatiful mahogany deck overlooking the valley decorated flawlessly with various trinkets and a full bar. The serenity of appearance, nestled far from prying eyes masked the horrors that would soon take place within the walls of this three story estate.
The doors to the range rover are pushed open as Lilith steps out, dragging a screaming Rachel behind her. Logan leans in to grab hold of a cheap six pack of beer he'd picked up earlier. He joins Lilith at the front door as she presses a long black fingernail against the bell. Inside, Sarah is pacing back and forth awaiting Lilith's arrival. Upon hearing the sound of the bell, she wastes no time with making her way to the door. She opens it, and Lilith shoves Rachel inside. The mousy brunette stumbles forward a few steps and nearly loses her balance. Lilith steps inside behind her captive and greets Sarah with a hug and a smile.
Lilith: I told you I'd do anything for you.
She wraps her arms tightly around Sarah's waist, and Sarah returns the hug, grinning with a sadistic glee as Rachel remains frightened and nervous. Sarah is about to close the door when Logan steps inside just behind Lilith. Sarah narrows her eyes and her demeanor changes.
Sarah: What the fuck are YOU doing here?
Lilith tries to explain.
Lilith: Oh, well ... since I can't drive, Logan helped me out.
Logan: Yeah! I helped!
Logan steps inside as Sarah eyes him with disdain. As he closes the door behind him, Sarah unloads a vicious slap upside his head.
Logan: OW! What was that for?!
Sarah: You think it's funny being a fifteen year old little shit?
Lilith suddenly remembers why Sarah would be angry with Logan, and now she slaps Logan upside the head as well.
Logan: OW! DAMMIT STOP!
Lilith: Apologize to Sarah for leaving poop outside her office!
She slaps Logan upside the head again.
Logan: OW! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!
Logan straightens himself out and looks at Sarah sincerely.
Logan: Sarah ... I'm sorry I took a crap in a bag and left it outside your office.
Sarah rolls her eyes at him and turns away, her attention more focused on Rachel.
Sarah: Whatever.
Logan shrugs as he looks over at Lilith.
Logan: I tried.
Lilith shakes her head and slaps him upside his again.
Logan: OW! DAMMIT! I said I was sorry!
Rachel looks at Sarah, an obvious fear in her eyes as she had no idea what her older sister was going to do to her.
Rachel: Sarah, please ... we just need to talk.
Sarah stares at Rachel with cold, emotionless eyes for a long moment. She ignores the plea and doesn't even offer her sister a response. Instead, she turns to Lilith.
Sarah: Bring her to the den.
Lilith nods as she walks by Sarah toward Rachel.
Lilith: With pleasure.
She grabs hold of Rachel by the hair once again and forcefully leads her into the den. Her hand grips Rachel's hair tightly, yanking at the roots as she keeps a firm grip, enjoying the opportunity to inflict pain upon Sarah's "former" sister and in fact take her place as the only person in Sarah's life with whom she'd show any affection at all. The terrified young woman cries as she is taken into the room. Sarah and Logan soon follow. Lilith shoves Rachel down into the sofa.
Sarah: Are you happy?
Rachel looks up, tears in her eyes. She doesn't understand what Sarah means.
Rachel: W-w-what?
Sarah hauls off and SLAPS Rachel across the face with such force that it sends her tumbling down from the sofa.
Sarah: I said ... are you fucking happy?
She kneels down, now grabbing a handful of Rachell's hair on her own and forcing her sister to come face to face with her.
Sarah: Don't play fucking stupid with me. I'm done being your fucking babysitter!
Rachel has tears streaming down her face as she looks at her furious sister. She tries to plead with her once again.
Rachel: Sarah ... p-p-please. I ... I d-didn't do this to hurt you. I-I can't help how I feel about Eric.
Sarah again SLAPS Rachel HARD across the face and foces her back down to the floor. Logan and Lilith both watch on as Sarah's demeanor changes to something far more sinister. She cackles maniacally as she slowly, callously shakes her head at Rachel.
Sarah: Hurt me? You think you've hurt me by whoring yourself to Eric Price?
She continues to cackle as she now begins to pace back and forth in a very slow, very calculated manner.
Sarah: The very same Eric Price who abducted you earlier this year and held you against your will ... and now, here you are finding comfort in his arms?
She shakes her head a few more times. The menacing tone of laughter overlaying her inquisition.
Sarah: You've been nothing but a burden to me, Rachel. Ever since we've been children. Do you even understand how much I've sacrificed for you?! Do you have the slightest fucking clue?!
Rachel: Sarah I --
The Mistress of Mischief cuts her off abruptly.
Sarah: I don't want to hear your fucking excuses! It is because of YOU that I have missed out on opportunity after opportunity with my career. It is because of YOU that I have sacrificed the things that I have wanted so that I could protect you! You have been the only thing in my entire life that has cost me. And that is exactly why Eric thought it would be such a great idea to lay my PATHETIC little sister down in bed with him. Because he thought it would cost me.
Her laughter grows to almost insanity. Logan and Lilith both look at one another, expecting the very worst.
Sarah: He thought ... that I would care. He thought that I would drop everything and forget all about him as I worried alllll about you and what he possibly could have said or done to alter your thinking. Eric thought that a wedding to you would grant him an edge ... and Eric, well he thought WRONG!
Sarah leans down and AGAIN she slaps Rachel across the face.
Sarah: He fucked up ... his little game that he thought he was going to play and he fucked up. Because when Lilith and I destroyed you just a few weeks back ... I saw it in his eyes. He does care ... he loves you Rachel. Isn't that sweet? He is concerned for your well being.
Sarah continues to laugh as she circles around her cowering sister who lay there on the floor is complete fear. Sarah looks down at her with disgust as she continues to shed some light on what was going to occur.
Sarah: You see, you are no longer MY burden, Rachel. You are now Eric's burden. He is going to have to live with the fact that he's placed you in harm's way. He will have to live with the consequence of everything that happens to you.
She grins wickedly at Rachel, whose eyes grow even widen with fear. Sarah responds with a sarcastic frown now and is enjoying every minute of this.
Sarah: What's wrong Rach? You feel so safe with the man who abducted you back in March but yet you're afraid of me? Oh come on Rachel ... I'm just your sister, right? I would never do anything to hurt you now would I?
She begins to cackle once again as Rachel starts screaming at the top of her lungs.
Rachel: HELP ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! ERIC! ERIC HELP ME!
Sarah reaches down holding her hand over Rachel's mouth, pinching her nostrils as Rachel now struggles to breath. Sarah forces all of heer wait down onto Rachel's face.
Sarah: I think it would be a good idea for you to shut your fucking mouth. No one is going to hear you ... and it's annoying. You DON'T want to fucking annoy me right now!
Rachel nods her head, trying to be calm despite the panic that she couldn't breath. Sarah finally releases her grip and Rachel gasps for air. Sarah rises back to her feet and dismisses her sister's struggled breaths.
Sarah: I am going to take everything from you, just as you have taken from me. Everything that you hold so dear ... everything that Eric holds so dear is going to be shattered. This is far beyond a competitive rivarly. This isn't about championships or accolades. I will END your husband at One. On that night, I break his body ... every ounce of pain he endures will be physical and he will suffer dearly ...
Her wicked grin grows to that of a Cheshire cat as she contemplates every last ounce of suffering she would not only inflict upon Eric, but also onto Rachel.
Sarah: But tonight ... sweet, "innocent" sister of mine ... I break his spirit, his soul ... I break every ounce of will that he has to live.
Sarah turns away from Rachel and exits the room. Logan and Lilith follow, closing the door behind them and locking it shut. Sarah turns to Lilith with a sadistic smile.
Sarah: Disfigure the bitch.
Lilith's eyes light up with glee and she nods with a twisted smile of her own. She flexes her fingers, exposing the long, sharp claws that she'd grown accustomed to using as weapons.
Lilith: Ya'know ... this is kinda turning me on.
She winks at Sarah who smirks back at her.
Sarah: We'll talk about that later.
She nods at Lilith, giving the order. Lilith grabs the doorknob to go and get to work. Logan however unintentionally intervenes.
Logan: Wait a fuckin' minute here!
Lilith pauses and locks back at Logan. Sarah turns her attention to him as well as she narrows her eyes at him. Logan is in full protest mode.
Logan: Lilith gets to bounce around with you later in some lesbo romp and I get nothing? I put my ass on the line here too and I got not so much as a fuckin' hotdog in return for it! ... What I'm trying to say babygurl ... this is turning me on too!
Logan fires off several pelvic thrusts.
Sarah folds her arms looking at him, she then turns to Lilith. The two women look back at him and in unison.
Sarah/Lilith: No!
Logan huffs. He looks disappointed for a moment when suddenly ... a lightbulb goes off.
Logan: Well can I at least have a crack at your sister before Lilith makes her look like Shannan Lerch after a rough night with Jay Price?
Sarah and Lilith look at one another once again. Lilith shakes her head with laughter at Logan's attempts. Logan huffs again.
Logan: FINE! ... BOUDLES!
Sarah however places a finger to her chin for a moment and a sly grin crosses her lips.
Sarah: You know ... that's actually not a bad idea.
Logan: WHA? You're fuckin' kiddin' me?!
Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah: Nope, she's all yours.
Logan scratches his head.
Logan: This is some kinda trick, I know it!
Sarah sighs and shakes her head.
Sarah: Just fucking get it over with before I change my mind.
Lilith holds a finger up to halt the proceedings.
Lilith: I have an idea!
Sarah: Oh this should be good ...
Lilith heads into the den where she begins setting up a camcorder. Once it is set, she presses record and emerges from the room.
Lilith: All set!
Logan dances with glee just before he MARCHES passed Sarah and Lilith toward the den. He stops at the door and looks back at Sarah once more.
Logan: You're sure now?
Sarah, infuriated at the repeated questioning.
Sarah: JUST FUCKING GO!
Logan nods as he puts his attention back toward the room. Before he closes it, Sarah and Lilith can hear him call out to Rachel.
Logan: BABYGURL!
Lilith looks at Sarah longingly as she runs a soft hand along the redhead's cheek.
Lilith: You know, they don't have to be the only ones having a bit of fun.
Sarah takes Lilith's hand and pulls it slowly from her cheek, looking back at her.
Sarah: Like I said, we'll talk about this later, alright?
Lilith nods a bit reluctantly. From the den, screams can be heard clearly through the walls.
Rachel: GET OFF OF ME! STOP IT! NO! NO!
Logan: JUMBO HOTDOG OF TREACHERY!
Sarah shakes her head, not wanting to hear any of that commotion and she heads away from the den into the kitchen. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Lilith grows extremely nervous, hoping that no one had seen her and Logan abduct Rachel. Sarah however, is very calm about the situation and casually makes her way to the door and has a peak out the window. Outside is a delivery man who has two large cages set down beside him. Inside are a pair of Rottweillers. And by the way they are ramming themselves into the cage and barking viciously, it appears they aren't the friendliest of dogs. Sarah opens the door.
Delivery Man: Order for ... Twilight?
Sarah nods her head as the man hands her a sign off form.
Delivery Man: Two of the finest guard dogs I've ever seen. Anyone tries to break in around here, these two brutes would rip em' to shreds.
Sarah takes the paper and signs her name to it, smiling.
Sarah: Good, that's exactly what I'm looking for.
She hands the paper back to the man who tips his hat and turns back to his truck. Sarah turns to Lilith and the two begin the undaunting task of dragging the two large dogs ... while still in the cages into the house. This takes the two of them a little while to accomplish, especially with the dogs constantly trying to snap at their fingers. But they manage to get the dogs inside after a good half an hour. As they head back into the house, the door to the den swings open and out walks Logan with the most satisfied grin we've ever seen upon his face. He has one of his bottles of beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. He takes a long pull of the tobacco. Sarah nearly flips her shit as she rushes up toward Logan and grabs the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it down and crushing it out.
Sarah: You don't smoke that filthy thing in here!
Logan: Sorry babygurl, take it easy. Everyone knows you have to have a smoke after some great sex.
Sarah simply rolls her eyes. Lilith chuckles quite a bit.
Logan: She loved it. Everyone loves the jumbo hotdog of --
Sarah: Yeah whatever. Where's the tape?
Logan: Oh!
Logan reaches into his back pocket and produces a disk recording of his deed. He hands it to Sarah.
Logan: But hey ... I want a copy!
Sarah ignores him, shaking her head as she heads over to a small desk near the kitchen. The heavy barking of the large dogs echoes throughout the house. Sarah grabs hold of a manilla envelope and drops the disk inside. She makes her way back to the living room and pauses for a moment by the den, looking inside. Rachel lies there on the sofa, with a sheet pulled over her naked body ... sobbing. She was emotionally broken as well as completely devastated. Her eyes catch glimpse of Sarah standing in the doorway, arms folded, and Rachel looks up, tears in her eyes.
Rachel: I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! How could you do this to me? HOW COULD YOU?!
She wails on and on. Her cries fall on deaf ears as Sarah simply shakes her head and walks away, leaving her sister there in misery. Lilith approaches Sarah now.
Lilith: You still want me to ... ??
Sarah nods, giving Lilith the okay to disfigure Rachel. Lilith does not hesitate as she enters the room, closing the door behind her. Almost immediately, there are loud screams from the room. Sarah calmly takes a seat on her living room sofa as she glances over to Logan.
Sarah: Make sure ... you and Lilith both that if anyone ... ANYONE tries to come into this home ... you let those dogs go. We're going to place them in the den with Rachel before I go.
Logan: Whoa ... that's intense.
Sarah smirks as she folds the crease on the manilla envelope. The most horrific, blood curdling screams ever heard before continue to cry out from within the den as Lilith inflicts her very worst upon Rachel. Sarah continues to ignore the cries and screams of her sister as she leans back, looking at the envelope that contained the indecent deeds carried out by Logan onto Rachel and she smirks heavily. She places the envelope down on the coffee table in front of her and in dark ink she begins to adress the envelope.
... "Mr. Eric Price"
Rachel continues to scream long into the afternoon as her horrors had only just begun. Eric's horros ... were soon to follow. We fade out.
To know one's enemy the way that you know yourself allows you to walk into battle with unyielding confidence and a complete lack of fear. You are certain that the outcome will always be in your favor. My enemy has been foolish to seek fights with me on so many an occasion, as he has shown me the entirety of his arsenal. I have shown him a glimpse of my strengths, and have allowed him to take caution in what I am capable of. However, I have not shown him all that awaits within my own arsenal. That is best reserved for the blow of finality. The one bullet left in the chamber to put down that old dog. I have grown indifferent to this prospect of doing battle once again with a man whose every step I can anticipate. The time has come to dispose of the carcass and close out this chapter of my career ... with yet another name scratched from the list of those whose careers and lives I have shattered. In the end, there can be just One ... the Only One.
Sunday, November 10th 2013 - Pierre, South Dakota
Expo Center - 8:43pm CST
Slam is currently in progress as WCF Owner Sarah Twilight sits behind the large oak desk in her office. She is wearing a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a gray turtleneck sweater and a pair of high heeled, lace up leather boots. Neatly hung over the large, cushioned office chair she sits in is a trench style, black leather coat. As usual, her silver penatcle charm dangles from her neck, sparkling brightly under the florescent lights above against the dark backdrop of her sweater. The stunning redhead brushes a few of the stray, wavy strands of her fiery hair from her face as she presses the index finger of her left hand onto the intercom button impatiently, summoning her secretary. After a few moments, a scratchy voice is heard over static as the page is answered.
"Yes Miss Twilight?"
Sarah again jabs her finger against the intercom with a good deal of frustration.
Sarah: Is my fucking ticket ready, or what?
"Oh, my apologies Miss Twilight. I stepped away for a delivery. I'll get right on that now."
Sarah: You had better hurry it the fuck up. I don't have all night.
"Yes ma'am. Right away."
Sarah slams her palm down over the intercom, obviously in a foul mood as usual. Such abuse of the main system is probably the reason for the static, as the intercom system itself was fairly new. Sarah rises from her chair, switching the intercom to the wireless setting as she takes her earpiece attachment and places it on her left ear before heading to an adjacent portion of her office to retrieve some files. The stunning, and very ostentacious redhead rifles through several manila envelopes in a large file cabinet before removing a folder and throwing it down on a small table beside the cabinet. She hastily closes the drawer shut with a forceful agitation. Suddenly, the faint sound of "The Only One" by Evanescence can be heard emerging from her jeans pocket. She sighs as she rolls her emerald green eyes in disgust, digging into her pocket for her cell phone. Once she removes it and looks at the screen, her facial features contort to express even moreso of a disdain. The contact name that comes up for the incoming call reads "Selene." Sarah is hesitant to answer the call, but reluctantly does so.
Sarah: What do you want Selene?
Selene:(on phone) Well hello to you too.
Sarah: I don't have time for chit-chat. There's a reason for your call, I'm pretty fucking sure I know what it is. So cut the shit and just get it over with.
Sarah takes the file from the table and heads back into the main portion of her office, sliding the folder onto her desk. She listens on as Selene now speaks, impatiently tapping the tips of her fingernails along the top of her desk.
Selene:(on phone) Sarah listen I ... I saw what took place earlier. With ... well with Eric and Rachel. I just don't want to see you do anything rash.
Sarah rolls her eyes, not at all interested in what Selene had to say.
Sarah: That's nice. I think I'm capable of making my own decisions Selene. I'm not a little girl, alright?
Selene sighs heavily on the other end of the phone.
Selene:(on phone) Sarah, she's your sister.
Sarah: She is not my sister any longer. I don't need the bitch. She's nothing but a burden.
Selene:(on phone) You don't mean that!
Sarah: The hell I don't!
Sarah digs her nails into the oak would, peeling back the top layer off of the desk with her furious anger boiling inside of her. She decides to wrap up this conversation.
Sarah: I have other shit to do. So if that's all you wanted to say to me, good job ... you said it. Now I have somewhere else to be.
Selene:(on phone) Wait! No, Sarah stay where you are. You're going to do something you'll regret. I think you should talk to Rachel, calmly.
Just then, the door to Sarah's office opens as a camera crew enters. This was the norm for Slam as the crew would generally catch glimpses from backstage and these things would go to air. Sarah briefly looks up at them, and does NOT look pleased that they are there filming her during the live broadcast. However, rather than address them at this time, she was intent on ending this phone conversation.
Sarah: No, I'm not staying. I have other business. I'll handle that next week.
Selene:(on phone) Handle it? You talk about that as just another form of business. Whether you want to accept it or not, Rachel is your sister. You need to give her a bit more respect and tolerance than what you show to everyone else. Can't you just be happy that your sister is happy? Let her do something that she wants? Even Seth would have allowed someone to be happy every now and then.
Sarah: That's just it. I'm NOT like Seth, or Eric or any of these fucking pussies who want to placate people. Things are going exactly how I want them to and that will continue next week, and every other week.
Selene:(on phone) What are you going to do?
Sarah: That's none of your fucking business. Just understand that the announcement I'll be making next week is going to ensure that EVERY pathetic waste of space on my roster knows EXACTLY what is to come.
Just then, the earpiece to Sarah's wireless intercom goes off. She scowls as a loud pitch of static rings in her ear followed by the same scratchy voice from earlier.
Secretary: Miss Twilight, I have a few flights that leave in two hours from now. They're rather pricey. Do you want me to book one of those or keep looking?
Sarah: Look, I don't give a shit. Just make sure my ticket is waiting at Pierre Regional. Got it?
Selene:(on phone) What are you talking about Sarah?
Selene obviously thought Sarah had been speaking to her. And to anyone watching at home, the shift in conversation was almost unnoticeable. Sarah completely ignores Selene at this point as she just wanted to make sure her ticket was purchased.
Secretary: Ok Miss Twilight. I'll book one of them.
There is a brief pause.
Secretary: Where are you flying to again? I forget.
Sarah's emerald green eyes narrow as she is clearly annoyed.
Sarah: How many fucking times do I have to repeat myself? Seattle. I'm going to Seattle!
Selene:(on phone) What is in Seattle? ... Sarah? ... Sarah?
She abruptly hangs up the phone and throws it down on her desk, glaring up at the camera crew who immediately cut the feed. The live broadcast returns to ringside. Sarah is LIVID.
Sarah: Just what the FUCK do you think you're doing in here? OUT! Get the fuck OUT!!
The camera crew make a hasty retreat, having garnered the ire of the WCF Owner. Sarah heads to the door, SLAMMING it closed behind them. She runs her fingers through her hair in an attempt to calm her temper and overall annoyance with the events thus far this evening. Leaning back against her desk, she thinks fo a long moment as the emeralds of her eyes darken to a cold, callous stare straight ahead. Every prospect of action that crosses her mind more devious than the last. Finally, after much contemplation, a coy smirk forms upon her lips. She pushes herself away from the desk, taking the file in hand as she makes her way from her office.
Sunday, November 10th 2013 - Seattle, Washington
Lincoln General Hospital - 10:04pm PST
High winds whisp violently through the night sky as lightning crashes far in the horizon. The rumbling of thunder almost shakes the very Earth below as barren trees, devoid of any foliage twist and sway in a menacing fashion. Heavy rain falls, pattering rapidly as it splashes onto the ground. Though its sound, even in large quantities is not enough to mask the eerie winds. This haunting storm carries out on the other side of a large window to a quiet waiting room inside of Lincoln General Hospital. There isn't much going on in this lobby wait room as opposed to the hectic emergency department on the other wing of the hospital. Visiting hours were less than an hour from being over and the waiting room itself was nearly empty. A security officer sits leaned back in a small cushioned chair, completely entranced by his iphone and whatever useless nonsense he was currently entertaining himself with. Meanwhile, a very impatient Sarah Twilight paces back and forth in the waiting room, glancing at her watch as she continued to wait for one of the charge nurses to return. She turns her attention to the large window. Her emerald eyes glistening with each violent crash of lightning beyond the pane of glass. Her thoughts now enveloped into the storm. The wicked workings of nature reminding her that chaos thrives no matter what. Suddenly her concentration is broke by the sound of a very forceful and obnoxious voice.
"May I help you?"
Sarah turns her gaze from the window to see a rather overweight, unsightly woman in a Nurse's uniform. The large mole on her chin sprouting hair of its own that most likely matched the salt and peppered hair pinned into a bun on her head. This large woman folds her arms over and they seem to rest on her gut. She appeared to be bothered that someone was arriving for a visit at this hour. Sarah of course held no concern for any of this.
Sarah: I'm here to see a patient on this floor. I've been waiting long enough.
Sarah's own tone was sarcastic and equally obnoxious. No doubt she was going to make it clear to this disgusting pig of a nurse that her hideousness and attitude would not intimidate Sarah in the slightest. The nurse however, does not take well to the returned hostility. Now this would become a game of spite.
Nurse: Visiting hours end in about thirty minutes sweetheart. You might think about coming back tomorrow.
Sarah shakes her head, tossing the folder she'd taken with her earlier onto the counter of the Nurse's station.
Sarah: Then I have thirty minutes to conduct my business. That patient is here, I am her employer and I am going to see her ... tonight.
The nurse takes the folder and looks at it. She then glances back up at Sarah, still annoyed.
Nurse: Family only. Sorry, can't help you.
Sarah folds her arms as she takes a step closer to the behemoth of a woman and leans forward, speaking in a soft, yet very firm tone.
Sarah: My company is paying for this medical care, so I suggest you let me see exactly what condition of care that is. If you don't feel like allowing me to do so, then you can waddle your fat ass down the hall and get me your supervisor.
The nurse's jaw drops and she is obviously very insulted by Sarah's comments. However, she kew there would be a problem if she had to involve any of the managerial staff at the hospital. Begrudgingly, she hands Sarah back her folder and responds through gritted teeth.
Nurse: Right this way.
About halfway down the corridor, the nurse calls out to another. Either because she couldn't bring herself to deal with being around Sarah any longer, or perhaps because she'd exerted far too much energy with the short walk she'd just endured. Either way, she opts out of going any farther.
Nurse: Suzie. Take this one down to 614.
The second Nurse nods her head. This nurse much younger, and less grotesque in appearance to the previous. The young woman is a blonde with her hair pinned up neatly and her outfit pressed to professional perfection. She smiles and greets Sarah as she prepares to lead her the rest of the way.
Suzie: A bit late for a visit, huh?
Sarah smirks a bit.
Sarah: I just want to check up on her, that's all.
Suzie nods as she leads Sarah toward the patient area. Using her ID badge she buzzes them through into the Intensive Care Unit. As they walk, Suzie takes the chart for room 614 and looks it over. Midway down the hall she pauses.
Suzie: Oh dear. She's in a coma. I don't think they're going to be very much of a visit.
Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah: That's alright. I am simply here to see what kind of care my employee is receiving.
She smiles warmly, masking the dark aura that normally carries with her. Suzie nods and the two continue down the hall, turning the corner.
Suzie: She's doing well. Her injuries are mostly healed, but she remains in a coma. I'm not sure if she will ever come out of it.
Sarah nods with a forced frown, showing some concern as they arrive in from of the room.
Suzie: If there's anything you need, just give us a buzz, alright?
Sarah nods. She enters the room as Suzie returns to the nurse's station. The room is dimly lit in order to provide a serene, comforting atmosphere for the patient. The very person that Sarah herself had placed here about a month ago ... Lilith. The dark haired vixen lies motionless on the hospital bed wearing a hospital gown, with various tubes and sensors attached to her. A heart monitor beeps quietly every few moments and currently the sound of air being rushed into a cuff can be heard as through a timed interval, Lilith's blood pressure was being recorded. Her head is wrapped in bandages where her skull had been fractured. The faint hue of purple stains the outer portion of Lilith's left eye, creasing what would be her entire socket which had once been heavily bruised. Her hands are arranged neatly over her stomach to give the appearance of a peaceful rest, much in the way the deceased are arranged inside of a casket. Lilith was alive, but by how much? Sarah pulls up a chair beside Lilith's bed and sits, waiting. Though she knew that if Lilith remained comatose for the duration of the half an hour she had to spend there, the trip will have been a wasted one. Sarah, unsure of what action to take in this situation, tries to nudge Lilith's arm a bit to wake her.
Sarah: Lilith?
She quietly calls out. Of course this provided no change in Lilith's state. The dark haired beauty just lay there. Sarah sighs, already having figured that a traditional "wake up" wasn't going to work. Though she didn't exactly know how it is you wake someone from a coma. The answer that brings a sigh to her breath is of course ... you don't. Frustrated, Sarah comments to Lilith ... though probably moreso to herself out of annoyance.
Sarah: So you're just going to fucking lay there?
Sarah places her face into her hands, extremely frustrated. But there wasn't anything she could do. Lilith was comatose and could remain that way for months ... even years. Though as the Mistress of Mischief remains agitated with the situation, the monitors connected to Lilith begin to beep more rapidly. Sarah brings her head up to watch Lilith's body jolt back and forth. It was clear however, that she was still unconscious. Something was happening, and Sarah watches on unsure of what.
Sarah: Lilith? What the fuck are you doing?
Her comments weren't going to help anything. Not that she was putting forth much of an effort. Sarah was almost incapable of helping someone else. Lilith could be having a seizure or a heart attack and Sarah just sits there, more or less yelling at her. It soon becomes somewhat clear as to what was happening as Lilith involuntarily begins to speak out. Her eyes still shut, and by all accounts, she's still in her comatose state.
Lilith: No! No! Stop! Don't!
Sarah stands up from her chair, looking down at Lilith who is trashing back and forth in the bed. She continues to call out as if something was happening to her right then and there. The more that Sarah continues to talk to her, the more violent the thrashing and screaming becomes.
Sarah: Lilith, wake up dammit!
Lilith: Stop! Stop! I love you!
Lilith's head turns from side to side in almost a whiplash effect. Her hands are pulled up in front of her face as expressions contort on her lips, though her eyes are still closed. It appears as though she is trying to protect her face and head from something ... someone.
Lilith: Why? Why are you doing this? Stop! Please! I love you! I love you!
Sarah throws her hands up and sinks back into the chair. Those comments out of Lilith's mouth, comatose or not were definitely not ones that Sarah wanted to hear. She sighs heavily again.
Sarah: I knew this was a bad fucking idea.
She shakes her head and starts up from the chair to leave when suddenly Lilith shoots up to a seated position in her bed. Her eyes open and she is panting heavily. Cold sweats and a rapid heart rate accompany her panicked state. The remaining monitors indicate elevated vital signs and brain activity has more than quadrupled in that single moment. Lilith looks around the room, trying to gather where she was and she spots Sarah. Her heart nearly sinks as she scoots herself toward the other side of the bed.
Lilith: You ... you came to finish me off, didn't you?
She reaches to her side, sliding her fingers along the sheets in search of something. Finally, she can feel the plastic with her fingertips and grabs hold of the panic button to alert the nurses. Her urge to press grows with each passing second. Sarah looks at her, amazed that she wound up snapping out of the coma. Sarah simply shakes her head.
Sarah: If I wanted to finish you off, I wouldn't have had to wait until you woke up to do so. I think you should know that much.
Lilith continues to clutch the panic button in her hand. She is confused and a bit dizzy as she'd just woken from a coma. Perhaps the sound of Sarah's voice had jogged the memory in the very recesses of her brain and allowed her to experience the event unfolding again before her very eyes. Lilith was unaware of the day, nor the time. All she knew was that the last time she'd seen Sarah, the violent redhead was viciously beating her to a pulp.
Lilith: Th ... then why are you here?
Sarah again runs her fingeers through her hair and sighs. Second thoughts had crossed her mind as the reminder of Lilith's misplaced affection for her had rung through. Sarah slowly shakes her head and now, she does get up from the chair.
Sarah: Nothing. Nevermind.
She makes her way toward the door. Lilith looks very confused and cannot accept this unexplained visit from Sarah who is just about to walk out now.
Lilith: Sarah wait!
Sarah pauses, looking back at Lilith briefly. She doesn't look much in the mood to keep talking.
Sarah: What?
Lilith: You put me in here over me checking you out and wanting a relationship, even as friends. You show up here now and can't tell me why? That is not very nice!
As Lilith speaks, her words spark another reminder for Sarah ... one from earlier that night as Eric Price's words ring through her head. "Like it or not, Rachel and I have are dating and in a relationship." Sarah balls her fists in anger as she turns completely back toward Lilith, who now has the strongest urge to hit that panic button she was holding so tightly onto. Sarah moves back to her seat. She looks at Lilith for a long moment before exhaling heavily and finally speaking.
Sarah: I'm sure you don't wish to continue being here, do you?
Lilith looks at her, puzzled.
Lilith: No of course not.
Sarah smirks.
Sarah: Good, well get dressed then.
Lilith blinks a few times. Now she was REALLY confused.
Lilith: What are you getting at Sarah?
Sarah stands from the chair once again and moves to the small closet area where Lilith's clothing had been placed by hospital staff. She takes hold of the clothing and tosses the items to Lilith.
Sarah: Either you can remain here, or you can sign yourself out and leave. The choice is yours.
Lilith looks down at her clothing, despite being laundered by hospital staff, some of the blood stains remained, again reminding her of that horrific night and what Sarah had done to her. She looks back up at Sarah.
Lilith: And what am I going to do if I leave here?
Sarah smirks heavily and this makes Lilith very uncomfortable once again. The Mistress of Mischief takes several slow, steady steps back toward Lilith's bed, leaning down and getting face to face with the raven haired woman. Lilith fights the urge to start tapping away madly at that panic button as Sarah begins to speak.
Sarah: Well Lilith, you've wanted a friend so fucking bad ... I'm going to give you something better than that.
Lilith's eyes light up for a moment, the possibility that she and Sarah might actually wind up a couple crossed her mind once again. But she dared not speak anything just yet. She wanted to hear the words from Sarah's own lips. Though they never came. Though the offer given wasn't a total loss.
Sarah: You're going to be my new sister.
She smiles devilishly. Lilith's expression is blank and riddled with confusion again.
Lilith: Uhm, Sarah? I can't be your sister because ... well I'm not your sister.
Sarah rolls her eyes at Lilith's ... stupidity. However, she brushes it off on this occasion.
Sarah: In the sense that we're going to be close ... like sisters. You stood in that ring and took a beating because you wanted my attention. That shows me loyalty. I need someone who is going to appreciate the things that I do for them, not some self righteous little bitch who takes for granted all that I've sacrificed for her.
Lilith wasn't exactly sure why she should appreciate the beating that Sarah had given to her. Nonetheless, she certainly did appreciate this offer to be close to Sarah ... like sisters. Besides, there was always the possibility that it could lead to more ... at least from Lilith's perspective.
Lilith: I would never take you for granted. Never!
Sarah tilts her head slightly to the side, looking at Lilith who has nothing but sincerity in her eyes. Finally, when satisfied by the response, Sarah offers her hand to Lilith to help her up from the bed. Lilith is hesitant as of course she was still a bit wary after the beating she had received the last time the two were face to face. However, she certainly din't want to seem unappreciative of an offer from the woman she admired so very much. She reaches out and takes Sarah's hand and is pulled up from the bed. Still woozy she stumbles a few steps before gathering her bearings. She moves forward and wraps her arms tightly around Sarah with a hug, resting her head against Sarah's shoulder so very contently. Sarah stares ahead, obviously not thrilled with the show of affection. But there was work to be done, and the end result of that work far outweighed her disgust with Lilith's crush on her, so reluctantly, she allows the hug ... half heartedly putting her arms around Lilith and patting her on the back. By all accounts the gesture was uncaring and without any emotion, but for Lilith it was more than enough. After a few awkward moments of Lilith embracing Sarah, the two finally part from one another. Sarah is relieved by this as affection was undesirable to her. Her emerald eyes lock with Lilith's dark eyes.
Sarah: I'll be right outside. Hurry up, alright?
Lilith nods her head and is overcome with joy as Sarah exits the room, waiting just outside of her room. It doesn't take long before Lilith had discarded her bandages, hospital gown and the various sensors attached to her in exchange for her own clothing. She emerges from her room fully dresses with a pair of black leather pants, buckle lace leather boots and a long sleave black ruffle top that was still hinted with stains of her blood. The confidence upon her face now was unmistakable. She gazes at Sarah with a genuine smile as the two women begin down the corridor and toward the elevators. They don't get very far before one of the charge nurses hops up from her seat and stops them.
Charge Nurse: Hey, what are you doing out of your room?!
Lilith glares at the Nurse, her demeanor fully charged by Sarah's presence.
Lilith: I'm leaving!
The charge nurse shakes her head vehemently as she grabs hold of Lilith's wrist in an attempt to lead her back to her room.
Charge Nurse: We can't allow that. You've suffered severe head trauma and have been n a coma for the better part of a month. We need to keep you for observation.
Lilith yanks her arm away from the nurse and looks furiously at her.
Lilith: NO! I said I'm leaving.
The nurse is still not having any of it and insists upon Lilith's returning to her room. Sarah steps in at this point.
Sarah: She has every right to discharge herself at any time that she wishes. I believe she's made it clear that is what she intends to do.
The charge nurse sighs and shakes her head.
Charge Nurse: Ma'am, she's been in a coma for ...
Sarah cuts her off.
Sarah: And now she isn't comatose, no thanks to you. She's laid here like a fucking vegetable for a month under your care. I've been here less than thirty minutes and she's on her feet, responsive and very determined to get as far away from this shithole as she possibly can. Now I suggest you gather up you little discharge sheet, let her sign it and get the fuck out of our way.
Reluctantly the nurse obliges. If Lilith was intent on leaving under her own will, there wasn't much that could be done about it. She returns to the nurses station where she gathers up the paperwork and hesitantly slides it along the counter. Lilith wastes no time in signing the sheet. She grins sarcastically at the charge nurse before turning to join Sarah once again and the two make their way to the elevators.
They emerge on the ground floor and head toward the lobby exit. The quiet serenity of the peaceful hospital was to be replaced by the thunderous sounds of the raging storm outside. Sarah pauses just short of the main exit and glances back at Lilith.
Sarah: Stay here, my rental isn't far. I'll be right back.
Lilith nods her head as the redhead quickly rushes out into the depths of the powerful storm. Lilith peers out through the clear glass of the sliding door, hoping to catch glimpse of Sarah returning. After some delay, the sinking feeling that she'd just been abandoned at the hopsital and fooled once more takes over. She sighs, feeling hopeless when just then two blinding lights shine through the glass as they move, turning the corner. A dark colored Mustang rolls up just outside of the lobby and Lilith hears the repeated sounds of the horn honking. She pulls her shirt over her head to shield herself from the downpour that awaited just on the other side of the glass and she dashes outside for the car. Quickly fidgiting with the doorhandle and hopping inside. Sarah shakes her head with a small laugh, looking at her. The Mistress of Mischief soaking wet. Her long red hair weighted down and stringy as it drips with rain water.
Lilith: What's so funny?
Sarah: It's just water, Lilith. Don't tell me you thought you'd melt or something?
Lilith frowns a bit at being teased. She shakes her head.
Lilith: I just had bandages over my head and I didn't want to get that area wet!
Sarah laughs a bit more as the two of them pull out from the pick up area and turn onto the main road.
Sarah: Alright, calm down. It wasn't all that serious.
Lilith is still very confused by this side of Sarah ... the one that wasn't trying to murder her in cold blood. It was going to take some getting used to. Of course, it still made Lilith very fulfilled and happy deep inside that Sarah was even talking to her at all.
With the wipers going full blast, the waterfall of rain that glides along the windshield is pushed aside over and over again. Visibility wasn't the greatest as the new model Mustang rolled along toward the airport. Sarah's eyes remained focused on the road ahead, following the twists and turns as they approached. Lilith's eyes remained fixated on Sarah. Watching as rapid flashes of light from the street lights outside illuminated Sarah's face in the dark interior of the vehicle. In this quiet darkness and concelament of night, Lilith smiles contently. As she continues to gaze longingly at the woman she so loved, her trance is momentarily interrupted as Sarah speaks.
Sarah: Where you headed for tonight?
Lilith blinks a few times. Her long eyelashes almost appear as if she's batting them at Sarah. Though in this instance it is a reflex response out of even more confusion.
Lilith: I ... I thought I was going with you?
Sarah turns briefly to look at Lilith and respond.
Sarah: Yeah, we have plenty of work to do. But for tonight, I'm taking you home. Don't worry about the flight, I'll cover it. Just tell me where it is you're going.
Lilith stares at Sarah blankly for a long time as they continue down the road. The airport just a few miles ahead. She remains silent, unsure of what to say. Sarah quickly turns her head away from the road once more and looks at her questioningly.
Sarah: You going to answer or what?
Lilith stammers for words ... still unsure of what to say.
Lilith: I ... I don't know.
Sarah: What do you mean you don't know? What have you got amnesia or some shit? How do you not know where you live?
Lilith's eyes face downward to look at the floor of the car, ashamed. She didn't want to respond to that last question, but she knew she had no other choice. With a slightly quivering lip she manages to eek the words out in a soft whisper.
Lilith: I don't live anywhere.
Sarah: What was that?
Lilith sighs as she speaks up this time. Her lip begins to quiver violently as she does not want to give Sarah this information at all.
Lilith: I don't live anywhere.
The sound of screetching tires follow as Sarah swiftly pulls the vehicle to the shoulder of the road, bringing it to a complete stop. She looks over at Lilith, almost angry at the response.
Sarah: What the fuck do you mean you don't live anywhere? I fucking pay you, I know you can afford it. What kind of bullshit are you handing me now?
Lilith shakes her head and looks a bit frightened at Sarah's sudden shift toward anger.
Lilith: No! I'm not lying, I really don't have a home. I mean it!
Sarah narrows her eyes and is trying to digest this information she's been given as fact.
Sarah: So then what the fuck do you do with your paycheck every month?
Lilith shrugs.
Lilith: I haven't done anything.
Sarah for about the third time this evening throws her hands up before dropping them harshly back on the steering wheel. She shakes her head as she'd run out of ideas about Lilith. She leats out a disappointed sigh.
Sarah: Alright then ... I guess you're staying with me until we sort this shit out.
The idea that those words had just escaped her lips leaves a sour lump in the pit of her stomach. The thought of Lilith living under the same roof as her was less than appealing. However, as she lets her decision settle, it did in fact have its benefits. It would certainly showcase the fact that in less than a day after Rachel's announced betrayal and committment to Eric Price, she had been replaced. Lilith's jaw is agape and she almost doesn't know how to respond. This was like a dream come true for her. Spending every single day with Sarah was something she, until this point could only imagine. She bursts out with a joyous emotion.
Lilith: Really?! Sarah you've just made me the most happiful girl in the entire world!
Happiful? Was that even a word. Sarah squints with a slight look of disgust as she tries to process what Lilith even said. Though she isn't given the time to ponder it much as Lilith abruptly leans forward and plants a kiss on Sarah's cheek. The Mistress of Mischief's eyes widen and her emerald greens darken with the enmity that she held for such infatuation. Her instinct was to cause harm once again to Lilith for the kiss as it was not welcomed by any means. However, her dedication toward finally dispatching of Eric Price for good allowed her to simmer silently, without violent reaction.
Sarah: It's settled then. Two tickets to Los Angeles.
She forces the words out. Every fiber of her knowing the awkwardness this would establish in her daily routine. She knew well the emotional attachment Lilith harbored for her deep inside. This was a small price however ... when compared to the larger picture. Eric Price had dug his own grave in his attempts to once again get under her skin. He hadn't realized to what lengths she'd go to ensure his demise. The mustang peels back out onto the road and races toward the airport kicking up large waves of water from the puddles below as the tires screetch out.
Sunday - Decemeber 8th 2013
American Bank Center - Corpus Christi, Texas - 11:08pm CST
It has been one week now since Lilith appeared at Slam with Sarah Twilight and the two viciously assaulted Eric Price and Sarah's own sister, Rachel suring their wedding ceremony. Slam for this week had gone off air eight minutes prior as Sarah emerges from her office and begins off toward the parking lot. The gorgeous redhead is dressed in an emerald green tee shirt that compliments the pigment within the irises of her eyes, a pair of white denim jeans and a pair of white Nike sneakers with green swoosh and trim. Her long red hair flows perfectly over her shoulders as she makes her way down the hall. She looks a bit annoyed at the moment. As she turns the corner, she runs into Lilith who had been very busy this evening with some business of her own. Sarah scowls, glaring at her.
Sarah: What the fuck are you doing?
Lilith looks back at Sarah and returns the cold glare. Not appreciating the disrespectful approach.
Lilith: I'm heading off to take care of my new toy. What is your problem?
Sarah places her hands on her hips, her anger boiling over inside.
Sarah: My problem?! What the fuck is your problem?! We have shit to do and you're fucking around with infants and now ... now this Cooper girl. What the hell is all that about?
Lilith mirrors Sarah by placing her own hands on her hips now.
Lilith: I have my own business to handle to you know? After you put me in the hospital, you know what that bitch, Chelsea did to me!
Sarah shakes her head and sighs. Her temper still flaring underneath the attempted calm demeanor .. as in, she wasn't strangling Lilith and instead was talking.
Sarah: I get all of that. But you're spending too much time parading around with all of that bullshit ... or did you NOT want to be close to me as you said?
Lilith stares blankly at Sarah for a while, and the answer she gives is as unexpected as any.
Lilith: I don't know, Sarah. I really don't know anymore.
Sarah looks at her with some confusion ... which probably overtakes the festering anger brewing inside of her.
Sarah: You don't know? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Lilith: I've been living with you for a month ... and when do we ever spend any time together? Never! That's when. I've only had Shelley and Logan to spend time with because the only time you want to be around me is when you want something from me. And you know I'd do anything for you. I did so last week. But what have you done for me?
Sarah blinks a few times, certainly not expecting such a response out of Lilith of all people.
Sarah: I've given you a place to live. In fact, I employ you ... and I haven't until now said a word about all of this nonsense you've been gallivanting about with.
Lilith: Oh whooptey doo!
Lilith shakes her head.
Lilith: I don't think you want to be my friend ... or anything else. You are only happy when I do something for you, like when I kept Eric all tied up so you could beat up Rachel. But I am starting to think it's just like with Eric and Jeff, you're just using me.
Sarah shakes her head vehemently.
Sarah: It's not like those pathetic wastes of space. I have taken you into my home ... and I have told you everything already. I've laid this all out for you from the start. There's nothing I have left out so you tell me exactly what.the.fuck you're trying to pull here with this shit?
Lilith now folds her arms and she lowers her eyes, not wanting to look at Sarah ... at least for the moment.
Lilith: The way you've acted ... I think I am in Jeff or Eric's shoes. The first chance you get you're going to turn on me.
Sarah throws her hands up.
Sarah: Whatever! What the fuck ever, just go .. go do whatever it is you're going to do with that stupid Cooper girl. I'll take care of the rest myself.
In perhaps the most shocking turn of events thus far, Lilith suddenly reaches out and SLAPS Sarah hard across the face. Sarah's eyes widen as her cheek is forced to the side and in seething anger she looks completely ready to rip Lilith limb from limb.
Sarah: Biggest ... fucking mistake ... of your life!
Lilith doesn't flinch, she doesn't retreat and she doesn't cower at the display of anger. Instead she gets right into Sarah's face now, very daringly.
Lilith: What kind of an answer was that, huh? You expected me to just say ok? I have done everything for you! Everything you've asked. You wanted someone who appreciates you and what you do ... well so do I!
Sarah is still completely losing it and looks ready to attack at any second. But Lilith isn't finished with her grievances just yet.
Lilith: You just give up on me because I want to be appreciated too? If I'm not like Jeff or Eric was to you ... then PROVE IT!
Sarah's eyes remain cold, and her anger still very blatantly courses through her as she stares at Lilith, breathing heavily. She takes one final deep breath and she reaches forward, grabbing hold of Lilith's cheeks with her palms. Lilith looks back at Sarah, not knowing what to expect, but she was fully ready for a fight. Instead, Sarah leans in and plants a kiss onto Lilith's lips. Lilith's arms hover awkwardly at her sides as she certainly didn't expect this at all. But it doesn't take long for her to embrace it and she wraps her arms around Sarah, returning the kiss. The two of them remain liplocked for a moment, until finally parting from one another. Lilith gazes into Sarah's deep emerald green eyes as their faces rest just inches from one another. Sarah smiles a bit ... Lilith is unable to read the level of sincerity in her expression.
Sarah: Is that good enough for your ... appreciation?
Lilith begins to nod her head without even thinking about it. She was definitely unable to give a proper verbal response to the question. The only sound that was able to be formed by way of her vocal cords, tongue and lips was a long, drawn out ...
Lilith: Mmmhmmm.
Somewhere in the back of Lilith's mind, she had to be questioning whether or not Sarah was using the knowledge of Lilith's attraction to her as an advantage to get what she wanted. But yet there did remain the possibility that this was in fact ... sincere. Lilith remains with her arms loosely dangled around Sarah's shoulders and the two women remain about as close as two people can get.
Sarah: Well then, I assume I can count on you to be there when I ask?
Again Lilith nods. Her heart is racing inside of her chest. The warmth and overall good feeling she had being this close to Sarah was enough to send her emotions into overdrive. Sarah takes a step back, allowing separation between herself and Lilith. It takes a few moments for the raven haired woman to compose herself, buts she manages.
Lilith: Anything you want ... anything at all.
Sarah smiles and nods as she moves passed Lilith again toward the parking lot. She turns back briefly to see Lilith watching every last step she took.
Sarah: Don't you have too much fun with the Cooper girl now.
She winks. Lilith stands there, taking a deep breath with a sigh of contentment. She continues to watch Sarah until the stunning redhead disappears down the corridor and into the parking lot.
Friday, December 20th 2013
Pacific Palisades, California - 12:48pm PST
Outside the loft of Eric Price
A dirty, beat up, hunter green Range Rover sits on the corner adjacent to the luxury highrise that was home to Eric Price. The vehicle is idling currently as the occupants inside keep a sharp eye on the building across the way. Seated on the passenger side is Lilith, who looks quite different than usual. Her long dark hair has been styled and long curls hang from the sides of her face, accentuating her features and giving off the radiance of natural beauty. No longer are her lips stained in black and her eyes shadowed with mascara. She is beaming with delight as obviosuly the slight bit of affection she'd been shown in recent days by Sarah Twilight was enough to boost her confidence. Seated next to her in the driver's seat was Mr. Hardcore himself, Logan. He cannot help but to keep looking over at Lilith, who as of right now was the picture of beauty.
Logan: Come on babygurl. Let's get naughty!
Lilith shakes her head.
Lilith: I told you, we can't.
Logan: You ... you can't sit there like that and expect me to contain myself!
Lilith: Aww. You're so cute Logan. But I've told you, I'm with Sarah now.
Logan: Nuh-uh!
Lilith: Uh-huh!
Logan: I don't buy it. Sarah is a snake in the grass. She can't be trusted.
Lilith smiles a bit with a slight laugh.
Lilith: Well, she kissed me.
Logan tilts his head and his eyes widen. To say he is in total disbelief is an understatement. He shakes his head.
Logan: Pics or it never happened!
Lilith just continues to laugh.
Lilith: Oh you do make me smile, Logan. I am not joking. She kissed me.
Logan scratches his head.
Logan: What the hell did you say to get that to happen?!
Lilith shrugs, seeing the answer as being pretty obvious.
Lilith: I was honest with her.
Logan slams his fists down on the horn.
Logan: Dammit! Why didn't that work for me?!
Lilith: Careful, we're trying to be all ... sneaky here and stuff.
Logan: Oh, right. Sorry.
Logan turns to Lilith again.
Logan: Why exactly are we here again?
Lilith chuckles quite a bit at this. Her smile only further bringing radiance to her face.
Lilith: Oh come on silly, I've told you. We're here for Rachel.
Logan: Sarah's sister?!
Lilith nods her head.
Logan: Babygurl, I don't think that's a good idea. You said you and Sarah have a thing ...
Lilith: ... She's the one who asked me to be here.
Logan: Oh ...
He thinks for a moment.
Logan: OH!
Just then, Lilith's phone goes off. She reaches for it and her eyes light up as she sees that it's Sarah on the other end of the line. She waves a hand in front of Logan.
Lilith: Shhhhh, this is her now.
She answers the call.
Lilith: Hey!
Sarah:(on phone) Hey. You have anything yet?
Lilith: We've been here for three hours. I don't think she's going to show up.
Sarah:(on phone) I'm telling you, she's going to go for her stuff. She'll be leaving there at some point. ... And who is "we?"
Lilith doesn't exactly want to answer that question and let Sarah know that Logan was accompanying her. She wouldn't have to as suddenly Logan nudges her with a whisper. Lilith looks up, and sure enough, just as Sarah said, Rachel emerges from the building and starts making her way toward the parking lot to her car.
Logan: That's here, she's right there.
Lilith: I gotta go! She just came outside.
Lilith hangs up the phone, feeling bad that she'd just hung up on Sarah, but relieved that she didn't have to explain that Logan was with her. As Rachel makes her way toward the parking lot, Logan and Lilith spring into action. Logan floors it out of the parking space they were in and races toward Rachel, SLAMMING the brakes as the two pull up alongside of her. Rachel is startled as the vehicle comes dangerously close to her. Before she can even understand what was taking place, the passenger door swings open and Lilith hops out from the car. Rachel screams as Lilith grabs her by the hair and forces her into the back seat. The entire abduction takes place in a matter of seconds. Logan puts his foot on the gas and the trio are out of sight and out of the neighborhood before anyone could realize something had occurred. Rachel kicks and screams in the back seat as Lilith holds her down against her will.
Rachel: HELP! HELP ME SOMEONE!!
Lilith slaps Rachel across the face several times until the young, timid woman is reduced to tears. Lilith looks down at her while laughing.
Lilith: That's right cry! Cry! Cry! Cry! Cry! Just keep on crying cause no one is gonna help you.
Logan checks the rear view mirror a few times and he is getting excited as he'd watched Lilith slap the taste out of Rachel's mouth. Through the commotion, and Logan's excitement ... he realizes something.
Logan: Lilith, where the hell are we going?!
Lilith glances toward the front seat and looks at Logan with an "are you serious?" expression.
Lilith: We're going to Sarah's ... what do you think?
Logan: Sarah's?! Are you nuts?
Lilith: Where else are we gonna bring the bitch?
Logan: ...
His eyes light up with joy as a thought crosses his mind.
Logan: My house!
Lilith: No, that isn't what Sarah wants. Just drive, we're taking her to Sarah's house.
Rachel still doesn't fully understand what's going on. But she grows increasingly nervous at the mention of being taken to her sister's. Especially with what had occurred recently during her wedding to Eric Price. The range rover continues up the highway as we momentarily fade out.
Friday, December 20th - 2013
Hollywood Hills, California
The Home of Sarah Twilight
Loose gravel is kicked up as the dirty green range rover pulls into the circular driveway of Sarah's luxury home there on Vale Vista Drive. This was a sight very familiar to Rachel as she had been here a thousand times before willingly ... this was the first occasion in which she was being taken here by force. The scenery was picturesque, pine tress sway in the gentle mountain breeze coming off of the valley below. Various wildflowers still in full bloom, despite it being nearly winter. The beatiful mahogany deck overlooking the valley decorated flawlessly with various trinkets and a full bar. The serenity of appearance, nestled far from prying eyes masked the horrors that would soon take place within the walls of this three story estate.
The doors to the range rover are pushed open as Lilith steps out, dragging a screaming Rachel behind her. Logan leans in to grab hold of a cheap six pack of beer he'd picked up earlier. He joins Lilith at the front door as she presses a long black fingernail against the bell. Inside, Sarah is pacing back and forth awaiting Lilith's arrival. Upon hearing the sound of the bell, she wastes no time with making her way to the door. She opens it, and Lilith shoves Rachel inside. The mousy brunette stumbles forward a few steps and nearly loses her balance. Lilith steps inside behind her captive and greets Sarah with a hug and a smile.
Lilith: I told you I'd do anything for you.
She wraps her arms tightly around Sarah's waist, and Sarah returns the hug, grinning with a sadistic glee as Rachel remains frightened and nervous. Sarah is about to close the door when Logan steps inside just behind Lilith. Sarah narrows her eyes and her demeanor changes.
Sarah: What the fuck are YOU doing here?
Lilith tries to explain.
Lilith: Oh, well ... since I can't drive, Logan helped me out.
Logan: Yeah! I helped!
Logan steps inside as Sarah eyes him with disdain. As he closes the door behind him, Sarah unloads a vicious slap upside his head.
Logan: OW! What was that for?!
Sarah: You think it's funny being a fifteen year old little shit?
Lilith suddenly remembers why Sarah would be angry with Logan, and now she slaps Logan upside the head as well.
Logan: OW! DAMMIT STOP!
Lilith: Apologize to Sarah for leaving poop outside her office!
She slaps Logan upside the head again.
Logan: OW! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!
Logan straightens himself out and looks at Sarah sincerely.
Logan: Sarah ... I'm sorry I took a crap in a bag and left it outside your office.
Sarah rolls her eyes at him and turns away, her attention more focused on Rachel.
Sarah: Whatever.
Logan shrugs as he looks over at Lilith.
Logan: I tried.
Lilith shakes her head and slaps him upside his again.
Logan: OW! DAMMIT! I said I was sorry!
Rachel looks at Sarah, an obvious fear in her eyes as she had no idea what her older sister was going to do to her.
Rachel: Sarah, please ... we just need to talk.
Sarah stares at Rachel with cold, emotionless eyes for a long moment. She ignores the plea and doesn't even offer her sister a response. Instead, she turns to Lilith.
Sarah: Bring her to the den.
Lilith nods as she walks by Sarah toward Rachel.
Lilith: With pleasure.
She grabs hold of Rachel by the hair once again and forcefully leads her into the den. Her hand grips Rachel's hair tightly, yanking at the roots as she keeps a firm grip, enjoying the opportunity to inflict pain upon Sarah's "former" sister and in fact take her place as the only person in Sarah's life with whom she'd show any affection at all. The terrified young woman cries as she is taken into the room. Sarah and Logan soon follow. Lilith shoves Rachel down into the sofa.
Sarah: Are you happy?
Rachel looks up, tears in her eyes. She doesn't understand what Sarah means.
Rachel: W-w-what?
Sarah hauls off and SLAPS Rachel across the face with such force that it sends her tumbling down from the sofa.
Sarah: I said ... are you fucking happy?
She kneels down, now grabbing a handful of Rachell's hair on her own and forcing her sister to come face to face with her.
Sarah: Don't play fucking stupid with me. I'm done being your fucking babysitter!
Rachel has tears streaming down her face as she looks at her furious sister. She tries to plead with her once again.
Rachel: Sarah ... p-p-please. I ... I d-didn't do this to hurt you. I-I can't help how I feel about Eric.
Sarah again SLAPS Rachel HARD across the face and foces her back down to the floor. Logan and Lilith both watch on as Sarah's demeanor changes to something far more sinister. She cackles maniacally as she slowly, callously shakes her head at Rachel.
Sarah: Hurt me? You think you've hurt me by whoring yourself to Eric Price?
She continues to cackle as she now begins to pace back and forth in a very slow, very calculated manner.
Sarah: The very same Eric Price who abducted you earlier this year and held you against your will ... and now, here you are finding comfort in his arms?
She shakes her head a few more times. The menacing tone of laughter overlaying her inquisition.
Sarah: You've been nothing but a burden to me, Rachel. Ever since we've been children. Do you even understand how much I've sacrificed for you?! Do you have the slightest fucking clue?!
Rachel: Sarah I --
The Mistress of Mischief cuts her off abruptly.
Sarah: I don't want to hear your fucking excuses! It is because of YOU that I have missed out on opportunity after opportunity with my career. It is because of YOU that I have sacrificed the things that I have wanted so that I could protect you! You have been the only thing in my entire life that has cost me. And that is exactly why Eric thought it would be such a great idea to lay my PATHETIC little sister down in bed with him. Because he thought it would cost me.
Her laughter grows to almost insanity. Logan and Lilith both look at one another, expecting the very worst.
Sarah: He thought ... that I would care. He thought that I would drop everything and forget all about him as I worried alllll about you and what he possibly could have said or done to alter your thinking. Eric thought that a wedding to you would grant him an edge ... and Eric, well he thought WRONG!
Sarah leans down and AGAIN she slaps Rachel across the face.
Sarah: He fucked up ... his little game that he thought he was going to play and he fucked up. Because when Lilith and I destroyed you just a few weeks back ... I saw it in his eyes. He does care ... he loves you Rachel. Isn't that sweet? He is concerned for your well being.
Sarah continues to laugh as she circles around her cowering sister who lay there on the floor is complete fear. Sarah looks down at her with disgust as she continues to shed some light on what was going to occur.
Sarah: You see, you are no longer MY burden, Rachel. You are now Eric's burden. He is going to have to live with the fact that he's placed you in harm's way. He will have to live with the consequence of everything that happens to you.
She grins wickedly at Rachel, whose eyes grow even widen with fear. Sarah responds with a sarcastic frown now and is enjoying every minute of this.
Sarah: What's wrong Rach? You feel so safe with the man who abducted you back in March but yet you're afraid of me? Oh come on Rachel ... I'm just your sister, right? I would never do anything to hurt you now would I?
She begins to cackle once again as Rachel starts screaming at the top of her lungs.
Rachel: HELP ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! ERIC! ERIC HELP ME!
Sarah reaches down holding her hand over Rachel's mouth, pinching her nostrils as Rachel now struggles to breath. Sarah forces all of heer wait down onto Rachel's face.
Sarah: I think it would be a good idea for you to shut your fucking mouth. No one is going to hear you ... and it's annoying. You DON'T want to fucking annoy me right now!
Rachel nods her head, trying to be calm despite the panic that she couldn't breath. Sarah finally releases her grip and Rachel gasps for air. Sarah rises back to her feet and dismisses her sister's struggled breaths.
Sarah: I am going to take everything from you, just as you have taken from me. Everything that you hold so dear ... everything that Eric holds so dear is going to be shattered. This is far beyond a competitive rivarly. This isn't about championships or accolades. I will END your husband at One. On that night, I break his body ... every ounce of pain he endures will be physical and he will suffer dearly ...
Her wicked grin grows to that of a Cheshire cat as she contemplates every last ounce of suffering she would not only inflict upon Eric, but also onto Rachel.
Sarah: But tonight ... sweet, "innocent" sister of mine ... I break his spirit, his soul ... I break every ounce of will that he has to live.
Sarah turns away from Rachel and exits the room. Logan and Lilith follow, closing the door behind them and locking it shut. Sarah turns to Lilith with a sadistic smile.
Sarah: Disfigure the bitch.
Lilith's eyes light up with glee and she nods with a twisted smile of her own. She flexes her fingers, exposing the long, sharp claws that she'd grown accustomed to using as weapons.
Lilith: Ya'know ... this is kinda turning me on.
She winks at Sarah who smirks back at her.
Sarah: We'll talk about that later.
She nods at Lilith, giving the order. Lilith grabs the doorknob to go and get to work. Logan however unintentionally intervenes.
Logan: Wait a fuckin' minute here!
Lilith pauses and locks back at Logan. Sarah turns her attention to him as well as she narrows her eyes at him. Logan is in full protest mode.
Logan: Lilith gets to bounce around with you later in some lesbo romp and I get nothing? I put my ass on the line here too and I got not so much as a fuckin' hotdog in return for it! ... What I'm trying to say babygurl ... this is turning me on too!
Logan fires off several pelvic thrusts.
Sarah folds her arms looking at him, she then turns to Lilith. The two women look back at him and in unison.
Sarah/Lilith: No!
Logan huffs. He looks disappointed for a moment when suddenly ... a lightbulb goes off.
Logan: Well can I at least have a crack at your sister before Lilith makes her look like Shannan Lerch after a rough night with Jay Price?
Sarah and Lilith look at one another once again. Lilith shakes her head with laughter at Logan's attempts. Logan huffs again.
Logan: FINE! ... BOUDLES!
Sarah however places a finger to her chin for a moment and a sly grin crosses her lips.
Sarah: You know ... that's actually not a bad idea.
Logan: WHA? You're fuckin' kiddin' me?!
Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah: Nope, she's all yours.
Logan scratches his head.
Logan: This is some kinda trick, I know it!
Sarah sighs and shakes her head.
Sarah: Just fucking get it over with before I change my mind.
Lilith holds a finger up to halt the proceedings.
Lilith: I have an idea!
Sarah: Oh this should be good ...
Lilith heads into the den where she begins setting up a camcorder. Once it is set, she presses record and emerges from the room.
Lilith: All set!
Logan dances with glee just before he MARCHES passed Sarah and Lilith toward the den. He stops at the door and looks back at Sarah once more.
Logan: You're sure now?
Sarah, infuriated at the repeated questioning.
Sarah: JUST FUCKING GO!
Logan nods as he puts his attention back toward the room. Before he closes it, Sarah and Lilith can hear him call out to Rachel.
Logan: BABYGURL!
Lilith looks at Sarah longingly as she runs a soft hand along the redhead's cheek.
Lilith: You know, they don't have to be the only ones having a bit of fun.
Sarah takes Lilith's hand and pulls it slowly from her cheek, looking back at her.
Sarah: Like I said, we'll talk about this later, alright?
Lilith nods a bit reluctantly. From the den, screams can be heard clearly through the walls.
Rachel: GET OFF OF ME! STOP IT! NO! NO!
Logan: JUMBO HOTDOG OF TREACHERY!
Sarah shakes her head, not wanting to hear any of that commotion and she heads away from the den into the kitchen. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Lilith grows extremely nervous, hoping that no one had seen her and Logan abduct Rachel. Sarah however, is very calm about the situation and casually makes her way to the door and has a peak out the window. Outside is a delivery man who has two large cages set down beside him. Inside are a pair of Rottweillers. And by the way they are ramming themselves into the cage and barking viciously, it appears they aren't the friendliest of dogs. Sarah opens the door.
Delivery Man: Order for ... Twilight?
Sarah nods her head as the man hands her a sign off form.
Delivery Man: Two of the finest guard dogs I've ever seen. Anyone tries to break in around here, these two brutes would rip em' to shreds.
Sarah takes the paper and signs her name to it, smiling.
Sarah: Good, that's exactly what I'm looking for.
She hands the paper back to the man who tips his hat and turns back to his truck. Sarah turns to Lilith and the two begin the undaunting task of dragging the two large dogs ... while still in the cages into the house. This takes the two of them a little while to accomplish, especially with the dogs constantly trying to snap at their fingers. But they manage to get the dogs inside after a good half an hour. As they head back into the house, the door to the den swings open and out walks Logan with the most satisfied grin we've ever seen upon his face. He has one of his bottles of beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. He takes a long pull of the tobacco. Sarah nearly flips her shit as she rushes up toward Logan and grabs the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it down and crushing it out.
Sarah: You don't smoke that filthy thing in here!
Logan: Sorry babygurl, take it easy. Everyone knows you have to have a smoke after some great sex.
Sarah simply rolls her eyes. Lilith chuckles quite a bit.
Logan: She loved it. Everyone loves the jumbo hotdog of --
Sarah: Yeah whatever. Where's the tape?
Logan: Oh!
Logan reaches into his back pocket and produces a disk recording of his deed. He hands it to Sarah.
Logan: But hey ... I want a copy!
Sarah ignores him, shaking her head as she heads over to a small desk near the kitchen. The heavy barking of the large dogs echoes throughout the house. Sarah grabs hold of a manilla envelope and drops the disk inside. She makes her way back to the living room and pauses for a moment by the den, looking inside. Rachel lies there on the sofa, with a sheet pulled over her naked body ... sobbing. She was emotionally broken as well as completely devastated. Her eyes catch glimpse of Sarah standing in the doorway, arms folded, and Rachel looks up, tears in her eyes.
Rachel: I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! How could you do this to me? HOW COULD YOU?!
She wails on and on. Her cries fall on deaf ears as Sarah simply shakes her head and walks away, leaving her sister there in misery. Lilith approaches Sarah now.
Lilith: You still want me to ... ??
Sarah nods, giving Lilith the okay to disfigure Rachel. Lilith does not hesitate as she enters the room, closing the door behind her. Almost immediately, there are loud screams from the room. Sarah calmly takes a seat on her living room sofa as she glances over to Logan.
Sarah: Make sure ... you and Lilith both that if anyone ... ANYONE tries to come into this home ... you let those dogs go. We're going to place them in the den with Rachel before I go.
Logan: Whoa ... that's intense.
Sarah smirks as she folds the crease on the manilla envelope. The most horrific, blood curdling screams ever heard before continue to cry out from within the den as Lilith inflicts her very worst upon Rachel. Sarah continues to ignore the cries and screams of her sister as she leans back, looking at the envelope that contained the indecent deeds carried out by Logan onto Rachel and she smirks heavily. She places the envelope down on the coffee table in front of her and in dark ink she begins to adress the envelope.
... "Mr. Eric Price"
Rachel continues to scream long into the afternoon as her horrors had only just begun. Eric's horros ... were soon to follow. We fade out.
