Sleeping Beauty Rises

[Middy De Angelique]

She rises from her casket and dusts off her clothes coughing and sneezing a bit as some gets up her nose. "Whew, now that was a good nap." She looks around realizing her room is covered in dust and her personal maid has died in her favorite red velvet chair. "Darn maids just don't last as long as they used to." Steps out of her casket crimson skirts trailing out behind her and she comes to a hault at her desk picking up her phone pressing a lovely neon pink button. She listens to it ring impatiently waiting for the line to be picked up.

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Twirling a piece of hair around her finger, she glares at the boy in front of her. "Will you ever stop that infernal pacing Brandon? It's quite annoying!" She grumbles. "Make me." He growles. Just as pink lighting lights up her fingers her phone rings in. "You got lucky." "'Tis my middle name, doll face." With an annoyed screech the girl the girl turns on her heels, the pink trimed white skirt of her corseted dress flows around her as she snatches the phone from a nearby table. "It's about time you woke up. I was starting to think you never would. Sleep well?" She teases, knowing exactly who is calling her. After all, not just anybody would dare to ring her personal line at this hour. As she waits for the reply she shoots a bolt of pink lighting over her shoulder and to her companion - who curses at the pain. "Females," He mutters, rubbing his shoulder, "Can't live with them and yet you can't kill 'em." Ducking another bolt of lighting he swears some more, this time in Latin.

Just as she gets ready to blow up the phone and go up to knock right on the door the ringing stops as the line gets picked up. Took her long enough, probly buying more pink or torturing some poor boy. Aloud she says, "Hello Darling, you won't believe the things I saw during my lil cat nap!" She goes on to describe several things going on all around the world, oil spills, wars, massive waves, global warming, ect. Things she shouldn't know if she was normal. She finally stops in her rambling about the world to add in, "Oh, I missed you so much. We should have tea and cupcakes as soon as possible and do a lil catching up. Maybe you can help me update my closet" whispers in horror, "the Maid left it for the moths to eat!"

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"Hello Sweetie, you poor thing. It is so hard to find good help these days. How long did this one last? Never mind, that is in the past. Yes, I've seen those dreadful things, not first hand though, mind you. You know how I feel about socializing with those I consider beneath me. And the human species is definately beneth me." She said with a smirk at her reflection. A vampire of her power had quickly found ways to get around the obvious features that marked her as such. "Well as to the cupcakes and tea, lets head on out, no time like the present and all that jazz. Do take heed to remember that the humans have changed their style of dress now so we mustn't stand out more then we already do. Hmm...does that little ol' cafe we used to go to still stand or was it destroyed, do you know?" She asked, slipping inside her boudoir and heading toward her closet. Throwing a light pink and black tweed trench coat, a black shirt, black knee-length pencil skirt, a chunky light pink belt, and tweed high heels that matched her jacket, onto a nearby chair - she set about trying to find the perfect hair accessory. "While were at it you might as well meet my new boy-toy. I met him shortly after you decided on a cat-nap. He's why I took so long to get to the phone. He was aggravating me and then had the nerve to say I would do nothing about it...well, you know I couldn't let that one slide so I gave him a slight shock and he had the nerve to curse at me. Ugh. Males!" She said snatching a black beret off her dresser and throwing it on the bed.

She carries the phone with her into her walk-in closet checking out the remains of things from the late 90s and grumbles to herself cause she hates asking for help of any kind. "Unfortunately, I lack the proper attire for blending in with the human public," she says her tone one of irritation eyes flickering red. As always she's quick to anger and as a result the deadliest vampire ever to walk the Earth, even topping that snazy tasty eye-candy vampire Angel cause instead of just ripping out intestines she wore them as a scarf. The thought cheers her up a bit and she grins spotting something in her closet that would do just the thing. "Nevermind, I've just found something that I have yet to even wear." She reaches into the closet and pulls out a very nice business suit in a lovely burgundy color. Abandoning her more ancient victorian gown she puts on the lacy black cami, flirty but business friendly skirt with a little bit of frill at the hem, slips on the matching burgundy jacket and picks out a pair of killer black heels with her signature purely silver heel (perfect for when you run into the random hostile wolfie). While brushing her hair she gets updated on her friends boy-toy problems tutting sympathicly, "Now you know he'd be dead right now if he'd tried that little potty mouthing in front of me or even better he'd be without a tongue." She smirks applying a touch of rogue to her lips and smiles at her reflection revealing wickedly sharp canines that look deadly yet strangely beautiful. "Oh, and of course our favorite little cafe is still standing that would have woken me up immediately if it had been demolished." She skillfully pins up her hair in a loose bun then puts on her glasses so she looks more like a working woman than a creature of the night. "I think you'll be proud to see my little disguise hun," she says laughing a bit, "See you in ten." She hangs up the phone and turns stepping right into a shadow and vanishing.

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Laughing, she set her phone down and said to herself, "I always am. I always am." Letting her Old South Southern Bell-esque gown hit the floor, she slid into her choosen clothes. Slipping a silver pendent of her initals over her neck she felt it her stomach and then, just to add to the disguise and to get a laugh from her friend, grabbed a pink choker with a black-painted silver gothic cross hanging from it. As soon as she finished tying it she adjusted her hat and smeared a little lip-gloss on - for she, like her friend, had no need of anything else. With one last grin and fluff of her pink tipped, blonde hair she grabbed a pink and black umbrella to finish the look. Plus, as her friend was well aware, she did so hate the sun as much as she loved the rain. With the curved handle of the large umbrella hanging off her wrist she went in search off her new boy. Finding him in the parlor exactly where she left him, she felt his eyes do a slow rake across her body to which she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You know the only reason I keep you around is because I have yet to succeed in catching the horrible yet handsome Spike's eye. So I'd suggest you ship up or ship out. Now follow, we are meeting an old friend of mine. She just woke up and can't wait to catch up. Plus were going shopping and you can't expect us to carry our own bags now can you." "Oh and who are we meeting?" He grumbled, arching an eyebrow. With a grin that not only terrified but also showed off her beautiful yet deadly fangs she replied, "That would be telling, now wouldn't it?" She tucked her hand into the crook of his arm, yanked him into a shadow, and disappeared. Once at the little hole in the wall cafe she glanced around, "Well it certaintly isn't the top notch place I recall." She murmmered just as the sky opened up and a down poor started. With a elegant flick of her wrist, she had the umbrella resting against her shoulder - protecting her from getting wet. "What about me? Don't I get an umbrella?" Brandon complained. Uncaring, she shrugged, "Did you bring one?" "No" "Then it's not my problem." She drawled, her southern accent coming out slightly.

She steps into the little hole-in-the-wall cafe and wrinkles her nose realizing that time has indeed affected the once classy arrangement of the place. As she looks around she hears a faint rumble from outside and smiles to herself knowing the rain has come just as scheduled. She notices the cashier staring right at her even though she has yet to step out of the cloaking shadows and raises an eyebrow. That young stupid little thing, doesn't she know its not nice to stare? Her smile takes on a hint of malice as she gracefully steps out of the shadows approaching the counter her irriation rising as the cashier keeps staring at her. Low soft laugher leaks from her throat as she watches those staring eyes widen recognition coming to the cashier's face and she stops at the counter flashing a brief fanged smile. In a low tone she says, "Its not nice to stare hunny, it ruins the eyes." With that her hand moves too fast to follow as she skillfully and precisely removes the cashiers eyes and walks away towards the exit. She's half way there by the time the cashier starts screaming and the rest of the cafe is up in panic running out into the down pour. She steps aside to avoid being touched by their filthy hands and sits at a table crossing her legs expression cheery hands on her lap one holding a pair of pretty blue eyes in a loose fist.

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Brandon swore in Italian as he saw the crowd rush out, led by a cashier with no eyes. "Whoever did that is a master." He whistled appreciatevly, finally stopping his gripping about being wet. Tilting her head to the side, she surveyed the crowd with amusement, something Brandon didn't fail to notice. "Alright, you haven't left my side so you didn't do it but by your amusement you know who did." She nodded and glanced around before she started smiling as she laid eyes on someone. She stepped forward and as usual the men in the crowd noticed her immediantly. At each step she took the more they parted until she had a perfectly clear path inbetween awed men and jealous women. Brandon murmmered something that made her laugh lightly, "You'd think this was high school and you were the homecoming queen." Still grinning she gracefully sat down across the table from her friend while Brandon got the crowd moving again by simply asking, "May I ask why you have no eyes?" That started up the screaming, running, and general panicked behavior. Crossing her legs, causing her skirt to hike up slightly in the process, she gestured for Brandon to join her. Doing so, he stopped suddenly in his tracks, simply staring - with mouth a gape - at the other vampire. "You're...you're...you're..." He stuttered, causing his companion to roll her eyes and kick him hard in the balls. "It's not polite to stare." She said simply before ignoring the boy rolling on the ground clutching his family jewels and moaning. "So, darling, sleep well? It's been awfully boring without you. So much less chaotic and much more cheerful. And you know how I feel about cheerful." For someone who loved such a bright color as pink she was trully as evil as her friend most of the time, especially when it came to humans and other species.

She looks over the rim of her glasses and gives a closed liped smile seeing her long time friend. As she approaches her table she gives a fanged grin at her little human boy-toy replying curtly to his stuttering statement, "Yes, I am. Do you care for eyes?" She lifts her slightly closed hand and reveals to him the pretty blue eyes neatly and freshly plucked. "I hear you humans don't appreciate their delicacy anymore, such a pitty." She carelessly tosses the eyes at him as she shifts her attention to her friend. "Did you have to bring the stuttering creature?" As she speaks she takes in her friends outfit an amused twinkle in her red eyes. "You never fail to find the perfect outfit." She pauses taking another glance around noting that the cafe is empty save the two of them, since she doesn't count what she considers the toy she brought along. She meets her friends gaze exchanging knowledge silently learning names and faces and a few new places. "I've been asleep a long time darling, but as they say all things have their seasons and mine has come around again. I saw someone...," she pauses glancing down at Brandon then looks back at her friend choosing her words carefully, "outside our territory, but not just someone...something." She puts imphasis on the word thing and pointedly taps the silver heel of her shoe against the floor so she knows exactly what type of thing she's talking about.  

[Middy De Angelique]

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"Of course I did, was there any doubt? I must say, if I knew no better, I would take you as a average business woman. You did such a good job, had we not been friends for so many centuries even I would have second guessed you were you. I brought him along simply for the entertainment value, that and I'd hate to shed blood on my antique Persian rug." She laughes as Brandon fumbles for the eyes before shrieking like a teenage fan girl at a boy band concert when he caught them. Snatching one up, she inspected it, turning it this way and that. "Too dull for earrings and yet they are too small to make a good meal." Her eyebrow raised just slightly when her friend taps her silver heel against the groud, so slightly it was hardly noticable unless you knew her well. Incling her head to Brandon, she grinned sweetly at him before snatching his wrist and draining him dry. Licking her lips to catch the small drop of blood on the corner of her mouth, knowing good and well they were alone - after all she didn't sense anything and if her friend was willing to talk business then it was only a fools bet to say they weren't. "He was growing tiresome. Besides if what you say is true, and I have no doubts it is, then we just may be running into my favorite boy again. And our encounters are always so much more fun when were unattached." She smirked briefly, before growing serious. "So they decided to try and take us on again, hmm? Well then, I guess we'll just have to do what we've always done and show them exactly why messing with us is such a bad idea. Any ideas on what they want?" She asked, un-crossing and re-crossing her legs as she drummed her nails on the table top thinking and plotting.

She smiles and takes off the glasses laughing a bit, "Well, I did learn from the Mistress of Disguise herself." She watches her examine the eyes noding in agreement. "Aye, but I figured I could have them since they were staring at me and besides," she pauses and reaches into her pocket pulling out the now blind cashiers cell phone and tossing it onto the table between them, "she was about to blow my cover and you know how I like to make my own announcements." She snaps her fingers turning Brandon's lifeless body to ashes and blowing sending them scattering everywhere. "I didn't like him hun, he was too outspoken." She tuts at her friend while straightening her skirt then nods when her friend asks for her thoughts. "I think if they wanted to attack they would have been intruding our borders a decade ago, so I don't think they are out for our heads this time. Who knows, maybe they actually learnt something last time they tried that approach. So....on that note, " she taps the blinking screen of the cell phone when it lights up with a text message, "I guess a phone conferance would be best?"  

[Middy De Angelique]

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She grinned smugly when her friend referred to the Mistress of Disguise, "You conquest, you reward." She replied, handing the eyes over to her friend. She grinned as she watched her friend in action, turning her toy into ashes and then scattering them away without even really concentrating. "True, you do have such a flair for announcements and intrances. It would have been such a shame if that talent had gone to waste simply because a little annoyance couldn't keep her tounge from wagging." She said, propping her chin up on her hand while thinking about the last time the wolves had decided to get to big for their breeches and tried to take the two of them on. It was a pure blood bath, well at least on the wolves side and there were a few hundred human casulties but such is the way of war. She grinned, "You do remember the last time we tried a phone conference, don't you? We made the puppy's even more upset at us then they were before. Though that could have been because of our human body part accessories. Let's see what was it? A human skin headband for me, decorated with a flower made of fingernails, and a...human intestine choker for you wasn't it? I didn't pay that much attention. Might as well though, you know they'll never agree to see us on their land and I don't want them in our territory." She replied, tilting her head to the side as the cell phone lit up. "You going to answer it or should I?" She asked, wondering how her friend wanted to approach the situation.

"Hmm, you do have a point." She ponders for a moment making comparasons between the past and the present then suddenly reaches and presses the ignore button on the phone letting the voice mail pick up the message getting a feeling that the call wasn't really one for friendly conversation. A male voice echos through the empty cafe very much full of amusement and mockery. "Hello love, see you've woken up and are up and about again. I was calling to ask if you would like to go to the movies Friday night. We can make it a double date as I'm sure you're pink twin would love to see who would like to see her too. No need to call back. I'm sure we'll see you there. Oh, by the way please don't wear any human remains to the theater you'll stink up the place with rotting flesh." At first she looks confused but as she listens she matches the voice to the face and utters a single name, "Angelus." She looks across the table at her friend her expression somehow managing to look embaressed and pissed at the same time because the unexpected seemed to have just landed and neither of them liked surprises.  

[Middy De Angelique]

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What the... "What just happened? How the hell did Angelus know you've woken up when you only been up for," She paused to pull out her cell phone and check the time before continuing, "About twenty minutes. Does that guy have tabs on you or what? Still...that's kinda odd. We were talking about human remains and he decides to make a coy comment about them. I make an off hand comment about you know who earlier and he mentions someone wants to see me. I don't like that." She pouted prettily, "How does he manage to be one of the only people in the world that manages to surpise us. He knows that we don't like surprises yet he seems instant on giving them to us. I'll never understand that vamp. If I were human right now I'd have a headache." She muttered, rubbing her temples. "One day, I'm going to zap him and there is nothing you can say to stop me. I know it won't hurt him but it'd make me feel better. Much better." She snarled, before taking a deep calming breath and looking at her friend. "So we going? It's your call, he did issue the invite to you after all." She said leaning back in her chair. Friday huh...that's tomorrow. Short notice for a date, still he never was one to beat around the bush. Staring at her friend she watched the emotions play across her face - anger, annoyance, surprise, embaressment. She doubted it would take her friend long to decide but what the answer was would depend on her mood. Either way she had no doubt Angelus was going to get one heck of a greeting when they finally did meet up again - whether he liked it or not.

“Angelus just asked me out on a date.” She answers the question still staring at the phone puzzling over this trying to remember why in the world would Angelus ever get á clue that she even remotely found him attractive? A slight frown comes to her lips, but then shifts into á smirk. “Oh, I think we have á date sis, but I don’t recall him mentioning which Friday. So, lets make it Friday…,” she grins always one to enjoy inconvenincing other people, “the 13th.” She flicks open the cell phone and scans the calender noting that that the date landed on the Friday of next week and not tomorrow. “Yes, I think the 13th is a perfect day for seeing a little flick.” She snaps the phone closed and clenches it in her fist. It starts smoking then melting until she has to get a napkin and wipe the residue off her hand. “Ugh, don’t you just hate the smell of melted plastic?” She wrinkles her nose and something clicks into place in her mind. “Oh my god…” Abruptly, she stands up toppling her chair backwards and grabs her friend by the arm pulling her to her feet as well. “You walked down the street?!?” She doesn’t wait for an answer and drags her friend quickly through á shadow back to her personal crypt sending them both tumbling down onto á red velvet loveseat upon arrival.  

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She blinked in surprise as sister dragged her through the shadows and back to her crypt. Blowing a piece of blonde hair out of her face she arched an eyebrow, "No, me and my toy came through the shadows. The only place we walked was across the street to the table you were sitting at. Why?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes at her twin. "What are you getting at?" She demanded, pulling out her phone and programing in their date on the 13th. She wondered exactly how Angelus would react to them not showing up, though knowing the vampire he probably took her friends love of incovenience into account. Still...this was all quite odd, first the werewolves, then the invite, now she had been dragged out of her seat and out of the cafe to the crypt before being pushed onto a sofa and being looked to for an answer. Tilting her head to the side she stared at her friend suspeciously.

She glares at her friend. “So, you poped out of a shadow and walked across a public street!?” She pinches the bridge of her nose starting to get a headache, but then again she was always the one aware of mass planning. “Sis….he had the café being watched, probly by some stupid little human. So, the moment you showed up at OUR favorite little hole-in-the-wall café after a decade it was obvious I had woken up and we BOTH were there.” Groaning aloud she falls back onto the couch throwing her arm over her face. “We are soo screwed he’s probly got those little fancy..what do they call them? Those like you know, mini microphones.” She gestures with her free hand towards the walls. “All over the place, which is why I said the thirteenth of this month when I ment the 31st of next month that’s also a Friday.” Uncovers her face to look at her sister and smiles showing a hint of fang.  

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Glaring at her sister for the probably unintended insult to her inteligence she sneered, "I'm not stupid! I didn't "pop out of the shadows" as you suggested, I stayed hid until I was sure I could come out without being seen, you causing that little commotion with the human simply gave me the perfect opportunity. Anyway, it was probably your little stunt that caused whoever was watching the cafe to alert him. After all, not many people, vampire or other wise, can get away with simply tearing someone's eyeballs out. And the mini-microphones your talking about are called bugs." She said standing and making her way over to a nearby wall, it was easier for her to think if she was standing. She barely glanced at her friend as she fell back dramaticlly, before she flipped out her cell phone and hit the datebook. Quickly changing the date of the meeting from the 13th to the 31st of next month she spoke again, "What I just can't understand is why he'd go through all that trouble just to get a date with you, especially since I can't ever remember you giving him a hint you like him. It just seems so odd, like a round-a-bout way to do things." She mused, granted she and Angelus never really spoke - she disliked him, especially his attitude, and was pretty darn sure he couldn't stand her. Shaking her head at that she again turned to look at her "red twin" as she was known.

Lays staring up at her dusty ceiling frowning deep in thought barely listening to her sister talk. Starts to wonder if she’ll have to actually behave to stay hidden and grumbles to herself, “I hate being good.” She sits up and starts cleaning out her moth eaten closet while she thinks of what to do next. The one idea that might actually work makes her stamp her foot in protest of her mind even thinking of it. “Why?! Why does this happen before I even get to enjoy one day of torturing somone!?” She lets out a scream of frustration tossing the ruined clothes from the closet into a pile. Looking sad she comes out of the closet holding up a moth eaten red velvet shoe. “Sis…we have to go into hiding…at least till I have a decent wardrobe.”

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She took a look at the moth eaten shoe before arching an eyebrow at her sister. "You have always hated being good, that is nothing new to me. 'Tis why our creator found himself dead within an hour after explaining what we were and why he turned us. You always have been the one with the master plan, so maybe you can explain it to me, why do we have to hide?" She asked, tilting her head to the side before joining her sister at her closet and shuffling through the clothes, tossing most of them in a pile to the left. By the time she was finished there was little more then ten outfits in there. "You are in luck however, there is now such a thing know as online shopping and home delievery." She smirked before grabbing the discarded pile and tossing it in a corner makeing a make-shift chair before flopping down on it. Nodding her head toward the corpse of the former maid, she asked, "Whatcha' going to do with her?"

She tosses the shoe at the corpse of the former maid and it hits her in the head making the head fall off and roll across the floor. “Ewww.” Giggles and snaps her fingers the corpse and head turning to ash instantly. “I’ll sweep it up later…much later.” She looks around her crypt tutting at all the dust and the moldy novels decomposing on her bookshelves. “I’m just gonna relocate. Do they send new crypts in the mail now too?” She turns looking at her sister pouting. “I feel so out of date. I don’t even own, you know,” she gestures towards the little handheld in her sister’s hand, “a palm phone or whatever its called.” Looking put out with herself she plops back down on the loveseat. “We have to hide or at least change our looks so we’re not so recognizeable. I don’t want people pointing us out on the street cause who ever Angelus has spying in our territory is going by our signature items and looks. So, if we look different then there’ll be no reporting unless we want it to be reported.”

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She laughed as her sister refered to her cell phone as a palm phone, "It's actually the newest version of a cell phone. A BlackBerry Curve 8330 to be exact. I know you had the old type but is so much better. If you don't have one though, whose phone was it that you had at the cafe?" She asked, typing in a memo to herself to get her friend a new one. She thought for a moment, "No, land like that must be purchased from a realtor." She replied, opening up the internet on her phone and typing in New York and Company's website before starting to browse. Her head jerked up at the last bit though, "You mean you want me to give up pink? No way, no how!! I'll hide first." She said shaking her head furiously. Pink was her color, in her world every other color was just invented to go with pink not replace it. She gave a shudder at the thought of a world with no pink. "Why would Angelus be watching our territory, he knows we won't just give in and roll over if opposition comes along leaving it free for his taking and besides doesn't he have other places to watch, like his own territory." She muttered with a dark scowl. "And for another thing, he's never given us any real problems before - unless you include giving me headaches, so why start now?" She asked, arching an eyebrow before going back to browsing.

Her expression is one of confusion wondering why she would have to pay anyone for anything when she can just take it. She watches her friend tap at the little handheld device for a few minutes facinated with the little gadget. “I was using the blind cashier’s phone…I knew how to use it to a degree from what I saw while I was asleep.” Her tone starts to hold a bit of irriation feeling like an ancient piece of china. “You wouldn’t have to give up pink, just not wear it while we go undercover and figure out what Angelus is planning. I have a feeling he’s not working alone and the shadowy power I sense at our boarders does not come from just a pack of angry puppies. That kind of power makes me think Council and unlike you I have encountered them before. We both know how that turned out though.” She shudders at the memory of being stuck inside a disgusting human body weak and mortal. “I do NOT want to repeat that process of growing old and actually dying.” She paces thinking trying to figure out how the hell Angelus could get the backing of the Council or even one Council member, which would be bad in and of itself. While she paces she twists a strand of hair around her finger gazing at the beloved highlighted strands of red. Thinking she would hate to give up her favorite color for a time, but if it ment saving her skin from an attack of the Council by the demons she could live a little while redless.