The Burning Claw
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The group seemed to take this as a sign that the meeting was over, and everyone began to disperse and talk among themselves.
“I’m thinking we totally need some sort of official supernatural gang uniform or something,” Jen said to the girls closest to her.
“That’s actually a pretty cool idea,” Zara said.
Jacque and Sally groaned the loudest this time as they both turned to Zara. “For the love of history boys everywhere, please, please stop encouraging her.”
Zara held her hands up. “My bad.” She laughed.
“Zara don’t mind the two biddies. They’re just jealous.”
Both girls turned with dropped jaws and wide eyes. “Jealous?” Jacque seethed.
Jen nodded and looked at her nails as if they were the most interesting thing ever.
“Jealous of what, exactly?” Sally asked.
“Me, just in general.”
Sally scoffed. “Jacque, are you jealous of Jen?”
“Totally, not jealous.”
Guess that settles it. Peri thought.
“Fine, then you just can’t stand it that I have better ideas,” Jen blurted out suddenly.
“Honey, a raccoon on crack, going through withdrawals, while afflicted with food poisoning and rabies has better ideas than you,” Sally said sweetly.
Jen glared at her and after several minutes she started laughing. “That was a good one, Sally. Raccoon on crack, ha! Classic.”
“Do we want to know why she thinks a raccoon on crack is classic?” Zara whispers to Jacque and Sally.
“The answer to any question regarding Jen that begins with do we want to know is always, without a doubt no.”
“Good to know,” Zara said, giving them a thumbs up.
“Okay people, clear out,” Vasile rumbled. “Get some rest.”
“And by rest you mean getting it on like raccoons on crack, right?” Jen asked as Decebel attempted to push her from the room.
Sincaro picked up the phone, dialed a number, and waited for it to be answered. As soon as someone picked up, he said, “They need a message. Send them one and make it loud and clear.”
“Yes sir,” the voice on the other end said just before the vampire ended the call.
“Skender,” he said coolly. “It’s time for you to make an appearance to your old pack.”
“I’m thinking we totally need some sort of official supernatural gang uniform or something,” Jen said to the girls closest to her.
“That’s actually a pretty cool idea,” Zara said.
Jacque and Sally groaned the loudest this time as they both turned to Zara. “For the love of history boys everywhere, please, please stop encouraging her.”
Zara held her hands up. “My bad.” She laughed.
“Zara don’t mind the two biddies. They’re just jealous.”
Both girls turned with dropped jaws and wide eyes. “Jealous?” Jacque seethed.
Jen nodded and looked at her nails as if they were the most interesting thing ever.
“Jealous of what, exactly?” Sally asked.
“Me, just in general.”
Sally scoffed. “Jacque, are you jealous of Jen?”
“Totally, not jealous.”
Guess that settles it. Peri thought.
“Fine, then you just can’t stand it that I have better ideas,” Jen blurted out suddenly.
“Honey, a raccoon on crack, going through withdrawals, while afflicted with food poisoning and rabies has better ideas than you,” Sally said sweetly.
Jen glared at her and after several minutes she started laughing. “That was a good one, Sally. Raccoon on crack, ha! Classic.”
“Do we want to know why she thinks a raccoon on crack is classic?” Zara whispers to Jacque and Sally.
“The answer to any question regarding Jen that begins with do we want to know is always, without a doubt no.”
“Good to know,” Zara said, giving them a thumbs up.
“Okay people, clear out,” Vasile rumbled. “Get some rest.”
“And by rest you mean getting it on like raccoons on crack, right?” Jen asked as Decebel attempted to push her from the room.
Sincaro picked up the phone, dialed a number, and waited for it to be answered. As soon as someone picked up, he said, “They need a message. Send them one and make it loud and clear.”
“Yes sir,” the voice on the other end said just before the vampire ended the call.
“Skender,” he said coolly. “It’s time for you to make an appearance to your old pack.”
