We're in for Nasty Weather

[Corinne]

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[Corinne]

 

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Corrine couldn't fucking believe what she was hearing. A conversation between Verity and Jeremiah regarding their newest acquisition - something that made her long-dead vampire heart harden with such rage that she began pulling her drug-like power into herself. She waited until the young vampire had taken his exit, catching his eyes as he passed her outside of the doors to Verity's office-lounge type thing she had going on. It was where she did business, but it looked more like a goddamned living room if Corinne were asked about it.

She looked Jeremiah dead into his eyes, making a note of who he was and what she could read from him. He was a Bacchite, not that it said much - with the progenitor of that line dead, his kind were fast losing their mystique of being untouchable due to their origins. He would be next on her fucking list.

"Verity, are you in?" she called, pushing open the door, knowing damn well the bitch was in. She shut it behind her, and locked it while she was at it, something that went unnoticed by the Triste as she finished up a phonecall. She held a finger up to indicate she'd be a moment, and Corinne smiled politely.

"Corinne," she greeted her, hanging up the phone on her desk finally. "It's a prosperous day for us here in Midnight," she said, unable to contain herself. She broke into a beaming smile, holding her arms out. Had she forgotten so easily that it wasn't terribly long ago Corinne had been in chains, forced to use her ability on creatures held within their walls? Apparently so, as she wiggled her fingers, beckoning the woman in for a hug.

Corrine came closer to embrace her, unsure of exactly what she was going to do in the moment.

"You wouldn't believe it, Corinne - we've got something really special downstairs," Verity said, pulling away from her; the two still grasped eachother at the arms, like sisters might.

"Oh?" Corinne asked, her voice carefully neutral.

"Yes! My gods, but I never thought it possible - I didn't even believe in them, myself. But, Corinne, we've got a unicorn below deck. We're preparing her now, it should only be a few days before word gets out. This will be global news. We're going to be on top of the food chain once again," she added. She was referring to the hit that Midnight had taken in its credibility since the Guild wars - they'd done damage, but they'd also suffered losses, and the truce was something that the black market and those who occupied it looked upon with disdain. It suggested they were weak.

"Of course you've never seen one," Corinne said. "Unicorns don't reveal themselves to stupid cunts."

"I beg your pardon?" Verity asked. She was so shocked that she didn't react at first, and Corinne took advantage of that. She locked her arms with Verity's, slamming her sideways into the thick wooden desk, hard, aiming to crack her fucking skull. Verity cried out, hitting the desk hard, and rolled off of it. She was back up immediately though, and with her, the Triste magic she used.

Corinne had to admit, once before, that magic had burned. It was the very opposite of what she was - some might describe it as a holy, burning light, compared to the dark, fiery snap of vampiric energy, but as Corinne had drawn all of her power inward onto herself, she felt - well, nothing much at all, honestly.

"You know," Corinne said, smiling as she advanced on Verity, who was going for a weapon in her desk. "I have no idea why I never thought of using my abilities on myself sooner. Then again, had I known it would work quite so well, I might have deprived myself from this moment right now."

"You'll fucking pay for this," Verity spat, bloodied in both mouth and nose. She couldn't get anything to use fast enough, and so ran for the door, throwing another bolt of power out at Corinne, despite being rendered mostly inert.

"Oh, Verity - it seems you're out of shape. When's the last time you had a good fight? You know, you've spent all your time amassing this empire here at Midnight and it never occurred to you that you'd ever have to defend yourself again. You've gotten fat, and lazy," Corinne said, her tone shifting from polite to menacing. "Do you want to know when the last time I had to fight was?"

Verity yanked at the door, not anticipating it being locked. That split second was all Corinne needed to attack; she used her celerity to be across the room in an instant, hand on Verity's throat as she lifted her against the door. She crushed the Triste's windpipe with ease, dropping her and delivering a harsh kick right to the sternum as soon as she'd hit the ground. She heard the crack of the bone, but when she moved to step back for another kick, Verity's hands shot up and grabbed her leg, yanking her down.

"Who's out of shape?" she wheezed, already moving before her bones had time to repair themselves. She couldn't fucking breathe, but that didn't mean anything. She climbed on top of Corinne - if she couldn't user her magic, brute force would be just as effective. "You know," she said casually, her voice still hoarse from her throat being crushed, "it was Niall's idea for Alexander to leave you with Justinian and Iloquil." She hit Corrine two or three times, gaining advantage from Corinne's shock at her still being physically sharp. "And it was my idea to take you and use you." She hit her again, then abandoned that to hold Corinne's neck with one hand while she searched for something to stake her with.

Corinne struggled beneath her, groping around on the floor herself, trying to beat Verity to the punch by finding something equally pointy. Verity mistakenly shifted too far to one side in efforts to reach splintered wood from the desk, and it was enough to give Corinne the upper hand. She threw the Triste off of her, then pushed out with her power as hard as she could. It was all of the rage, all of the pain, all of the time she spent in fear at what Niall and Verity might do to her. And it came in the form of an opium bomb, dropping the Triste, who, despite still being able to physically fight, had gotten lazy indeed magically, and had been too stupid or too arrogant to draw up her defenses.

Corinne walked towards the fallen woman, who had managed to get up onto her knees before folding backward. Slowly, Corinne got on top of her, squatting there like some sort of demon from folklore, crushing her chest and preparing to steal her soul through her mouth or something. But that's not what Corinne did - instead, she reached out, and took Verity's face in her hands.

"You know," she said, smiling as Verity attempted to struggle against her but found herself too weak to do so. "You know, I did always wonder, before they introduced me to you, why they called you the silver-eyed witch. I assumed it was because you had silver eyes, but really, they just seem grey to me," she mused. Before Verity had a chance to gather her strength a second time, Corinne's thumbs danced across Verity's face, and centered around her eye sockets. Then, she pressed as hard as she could. And she kept pressing, through the woman's screaming, until she felt parts of her skull crack in her hands.

"Guess they'll have to find a new name to call you, now," she concluded, standing up. She didn't even bother wiping the blood from her hands, and went to the door to unlock it. She looked back at Verity's body, and then out into the hall. Was she really making this her last stand? She felt like she should have known that before going into it, but perhaps the unicorn had been the last straw for her. Was one really worth dying for? She wagered she'd already walked this earth for far too long, so yes, she felt it was.

She walked back to Verity's body, and thrust her hands into the damaged eye sockets, hard, no hesitation whatsoever when her fingers felt tender flesh embedding into her long nails. And, with a solid yank, began dragging the woman's body along as she walked. Despite the extra weight, Corinne walked fast, and dragged Verity's body directly into the atrium-like center of Midnight. She didn't stop dragging until she hit the center of the room, lifting her head and screaming a name:

"NIALL!" she roared.

She heard a noise behind her, and saw Stefan standing there. "Get to the fucking cells, and let the unicorn out of her cage. Get her out of here," she commanded him. She was surprised when he nodded and vanished, mostly because she could have never guessed his alignment before now, but she was glad that he was choosing to be on the right side.

"NIALL!" she roared again, her voice echoing up through the top of the atrium and beyond. It filtered through every hallway within the estate, and when others heard it, they knew - they knew that this was where the uprising would begin.

"COME AND GET YOUR SILVER-EYED BITCH!" she taunted.

She knew she didn't have what it took to take him on, but it would be one fucking hell of a last stand, wouldn't it?