A KISS WITH A FIST IS BETTER THAN NONE! [PRIVATE||TRACKS ALLOWED]

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female -- skull -- the skulls[/fancypost]
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Now, all she had to do was wait. Easier said than done. Havisham had not been blessed with patience.
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female -- skull -- the skulls[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=lightgray; border: none; border-bottom: double 3px white; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #1C1C1C; font-family: verdana; text-transform: lowercase;]Thud. She had to crane her neck to investigate the sound. When she did, Miss gasped. They were all so weak, it really shouldn't surprise her, but seeing Remilia sprawled out- blank- from something she'd put together gave her a thrill. Finally, some success!

If she was the type to give credit where it was due, the vampires had no reason to have been afraid. They were a relatively secluded clan, and she was pretty strong with her powers. It also seemed she was a bit too trusting. While Miss could brood on occasion, no one suspected she'd end up being a backstabber. But that was exactly what she'd become. "Hey, friend," she mewed softly, jumping down to loom over her lying friend's vacant body. She looked kind of cute, all sleepy and defenseless.

But there was little time to gloat, Miss didn't know how long it would take for the poison to wear off on the Skeleton Queen. Thoughts of stopping there and cutting her potential losses flew in one ear and out the other. Miss Havisham wasn't a bad cat, just a loyal one. Her clan's welfare was more important than being exiled, and that was only if her plan didn't work- which was a ridiculous notion.

Halfway to their destination, Miss had to take a break. It would have been more risky, but maybe it would have been easier to knock Remi out after they'd walked over. Not a time to be lazy, Havisham.
she prodded herself. As she was catching her breath, she slipped into a meditative state, gaining access to her memory manipulation. She attempted to travel the leader's mind and find the darkest memories, the deepest ones. It would have taken too much effort to read them, but she tried to drag them out and magnify them before casting them to a hazy cloud- the center of dreams. This was the part of the plan that had taken her the longest to gain the nerve to do. There was no denying it, casting her friend into her worst nightmares was essentially torture. One that could potentially fry her brain enough to prevent her from leading again, maybe speaking. Nausea was not kind to the calico's stomach. Her drive to follow through was weakening. But not enough. She still reached with her mind to attempt to shut some mental doors from the senses to the brain, incapacitating, particularly the ones to the eyes, nose, and ears. Miss left her touch alone. She claimed exhaustion.

She exited Remilia's mind abruptly, waking up to a bloody nose. Her powers had only been used for minor memory tweaking until then, her body couldn't handle the extensive measures.

It took her a solid hour, but she'd managed to get the winged feline to a special little place. Not in the mansion, she would be too easily discovered there, and not in the forest (it had no place to stash a body). Instead, Miss had found some cute little caves near an abandoned mine flanking the territory. They belonged to their neighbor, twoleg town- the one where it was Halloween all the time. Remilia's body was shoved into a tipped coal cart, the calico panting from the effort. With a strong heave, she pushed the wheeled side of the cart to flip it upside down completely, trapping the creature underneath.

But that probably wouldn't be enough to keep the leader locked in. No, she needed a little more added measure. Her paranoid tendencies took over her reason, knowing that her powers weren't always functional. Birchcub was a prime example, regaining his memories even though Miss had thought her powers were invisible.

She cast some more poisonous prey into the cavern, in case Remi woke up hungry and disoriented enough to eat it again, and stepped outside into the cool air. As she walked up the hill that framed the entrance to the mine, she took in a deep breath- enjoying the fresh air Remilia wouldn't get to enjoy for a nice while. A boulder sat next to her, and with one last gathering of her strength,she pushed it just the right amount to make it roll down the hill- and seal the mine's entrance.

And now she had to go home and face everyone and pretend everything was fine. Miss Havisham had to head back to the mansion with the last scraps of her strength, barely bothering to check for the scents around her. If a predator had crept up on her just then, she would have surely died. Her body was absolutely drained when she got to her room- the one Remilia had helped her find- and she went to sleep, her nose beginning to trickle with blood once more.
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