Post by Chilli on Apr 28, 2005 19:15:11 GMT -8
Sunday Evening, 9PM
Matthew arose to the sound of The Imperial March coming from his cell phone. Hideo would be calling him to see where they should meet. The tune was fitting for such a Weapon like his childe. "Hello?" the Brujah responded.
"Uh... Mr. Kincaid? This is Margret from Holyrood Catholic Cemetery. Am I disturbing you?"
Holyrood? What would they want? Matthew thought. Something might me be up. May need the Don in this.
"Hit me. What's up?"
"Bonney-Watson has just contacted us, sir. They apparently have an Arendson in holding. We thought-"
"What? That they may be directly associated with me or Jez?"
"Well, sir I - "
"Well, sir you uh what? Not every Arendson in the world is a relative, Marge. I got enough to be worried about right now. I don't need -"
"Mr Kincaid. The person here - "
Matthew stopped. The beast growled at the interruption. "Don't you ever cut me off again..." He hissed. "I'll be over in a moment."
The cycle roared up I-5 to the Mountlake Exit. Hideo was given specific instructions: Wait. Just... wait. His toy, his pet, his... Weapon. Wait. The wait would be soon over. Rant would be this Saturday. Hideo will learn...
Matthew knocked on the door of the Funeral Home.
CLOSED
He knocked louder. "Open up!" He declared. People on the street passing by stared at the grimacing Brujah with thoughts to tell him to leave the body in the drop slot. They were only thoughts however... no one dared to speak.
A petite woman, early 20's came to the door. She unlocked the padlock and peered her tiny head through the door. "I'm sorry sir, we're closed this evening. Can I help you somehow?"
Matthew towered over the little blonde bombshell. "My name is..." He stopped again. Should he?
It may be important...
The Brujah sighed. "Joshua Arendson..."
God... haven't heard that name in a long time...
"Oh... Mr. Arendson! I am so sorry. My name is Alyssa Hanes. I take it Margret told you about something that might concern you. Then again, maybe not. We just wanted to make sure."
"I understand." He replied. "Can I come in to see whether or not... ?" He left the question open.
"Oh, absolutely!" Alyssa replied. She stepped aside as the Brujah and his demanding ego stepped into the quaint, peaceful final resting home.
Death always brought comfort... but not to the undead. Matthew's sour expression became quite evident in the pale glow of the funeral home. They made their way down into the basement morgue. He felt his fingers tingle at the thought of who could be.
Nobody, dude. Don't worry. Who could it possibly be? Exactly... no one.
Alyssa led the way. Kincaid couldn't help but look the beautiful creature down... walking after her as if she were something to be desired... prey and otherwise.
Business first... Pleasure later.
Alyssa walked in to one of the vault doors and opened it. Reaching inside she pulled out the slab containing the body to be determined. "She arrived today. Cause of death right now is unknown. We think perhaps heart-attack but still unsure. The husband didn't ask for an autopsy." Alyssa explained as she unzipped the bag and opened it for viewing. She stepped aside and quietened for a response from the man in question.
The woman lay sleeping. Hair in loose, strawberry blonde curls with wisps of silver and grey potruding from the sides.
She colored her hair...
Skin pale and winter white from the blood settling. Lips blue and eyes shut...
Beautiful as ever...
Alyssa continued to stand quiet. She hesitated as Matthew stared blankly at the female on the cold slab. "Mr. Arendson?"
Matthew shook from his trance. "hrmm?"
"Do you know who she is?"
He stared back into the face of the corpse. "Lois Arendson..."
Alyssa blinked.
His lips parted as the shock came in a wave...
No... not...
His beast wanted to scream.
"...Mom..."
Matthew arose to the sound of The Imperial March coming from his cell phone. Hideo would be calling him to see where they should meet. The tune was fitting for such a Weapon like his childe. "Hello?" the Brujah responded.
"Uh... Mr. Kincaid? This is Margret from Holyrood Catholic Cemetery. Am I disturbing you?"
Holyrood? What would they want? Matthew thought. Something might me be up. May need the Don in this.
"Hit me. What's up?"
"Bonney-Watson has just contacted us, sir. They apparently have an Arendson in holding. We thought-"
"What? That they may be directly associated with me or Jez?"
"Well, sir I - "
"Well, sir you uh what? Not every Arendson in the world is a relative, Marge. I got enough to be worried about right now. I don't need -"
"Mr Kincaid. The person here - "
Matthew stopped. The beast growled at the interruption. "Don't you ever cut me off again..." He hissed. "I'll be over in a moment."
The cycle roared up I-5 to the Mountlake Exit. Hideo was given specific instructions: Wait. Just... wait. His toy, his pet, his... Weapon. Wait. The wait would be soon over. Rant would be this Saturday. Hideo will learn...
Matthew knocked on the door of the Funeral Home.
CLOSED
He knocked louder. "Open up!" He declared. People on the street passing by stared at the grimacing Brujah with thoughts to tell him to leave the body in the drop slot. They were only thoughts however... no one dared to speak.
A petite woman, early 20's came to the door. She unlocked the padlock and peered her tiny head through the door. "I'm sorry sir, we're closed this evening. Can I help you somehow?"
Matthew towered over the little blonde bombshell. "My name is..." He stopped again. Should he?
It may be important...
The Brujah sighed. "Joshua Arendson..."
God... haven't heard that name in a long time...
"Oh... Mr. Arendson! I am so sorry. My name is Alyssa Hanes. I take it Margret told you about something that might concern you. Then again, maybe not. We just wanted to make sure."
"I understand." He replied. "Can I come in to see whether or not... ?" He left the question open.
"Oh, absolutely!" Alyssa replied. She stepped aside as the Brujah and his demanding ego stepped into the quaint, peaceful final resting home.
Death always brought comfort... but not to the undead. Matthew's sour expression became quite evident in the pale glow of the funeral home. They made their way down into the basement morgue. He felt his fingers tingle at the thought of who could be.
Nobody, dude. Don't worry. Who could it possibly be? Exactly... no one.
Alyssa led the way. Kincaid couldn't help but look the beautiful creature down... walking after her as if she were something to be desired... prey and otherwise.
Business first... Pleasure later.
Alyssa walked in to one of the vault doors and opened it. Reaching inside she pulled out the slab containing the body to be determined. "She arrived today. Cause of death right now is unknown. We think perhaps heart-attack but still unsure. The husband didn't ask for an autopsy." Alyssa explained as she unzipped the bag and opened it for viewing. She stepped aside and quietened for a response from the man in question.
The woman lay sleeping. Hair in loose, strawberry blonde curls with wisps of silver and grey potruding from the sides.
She colored her hair...
Skin pale and winter white from the blood settling. Lips blue and eyes shut...
Beautiful as ever...
Alyssa continued to stand quiet. She hesitated as Matthew stared blankly at the female on the cold slab. "Mr. Arendson?"
Matthew shook from his trance. "hrmm?"
"Do you know who she is?"
He stared back into the face of the corpse. "Lois Arendson..."
Alyssa blinked.
His lips parted as the shock came in a wave...
No... not...
His beast wanted to scream.
"...Mom..."
