[b][align=right][i]In advance, I apologize, Clara. ;__; Had to be done and stoof. We all know we love dead hookers! D: And uhm . . . don't continue beyond this point if you ain't MUHTOIRE.[/i][/align][/b] [align=justify] A guttural growl emanated from the back of Santiago's throat, as she throw her head back, panting a bit. "When do I get my pay?" inquired the equally as exhausted prostitute with quite an irked tone. "Who said you were done? You're [i]mine[/i] for the time being, and for the time being you're worth less than naught. I could so much as snap your neck right now, so don't sit here and bitch at me, you whore," she retorted quickly, pulling the harlot back on top of her. "Is that a threat?" she teased, bucking her hips. "Why yes, I believe it is . . ." Santiago's tongue made its way gently across her whore's jugular, and she supported the other woman with a hand around her back. The prostitute drew out a moan, which stopped briefly as she felt two sets of fangs pierce her flesh. She attempted a gaze at her client, but just as soon as their glances met, she fell limp. Santiago removed her fangs, smirking a bit. "A threat I enjoyed following through with. And this is why you don't test me, see, you just got this job and already you've run into trouble. That wasn't enough venom to kill you, just enough to paralyze you, and swell your windpipe until you suffocate. Oh? What's that? You want to die, now? Mhm, just as I suspected." She moved her mouth gently down the whore's arm, biting, and ripping out a piece of her bicep. Another large bite was taken, and swallowed, and the process repeated until there was little left of the now dead prostitute's arms. A quick post-death fuck, and Santiago took care to pull up, and zip her pants, buttoning them gently, and readjust her package snugly. Santiago stood, and with a great sense of accomplishment, wrote out a quick note, and placed it on the table with a good amount of money. And then she proceeded to leave, as she always did, with no sense of guilt. [i]Domi, Sorry about the mess, but it's a bit late, and I must get going. And excuse the misuse of another one of your whores, I left the money on the table. Count on a visit tomorrow night, Love, S. Herrera <3[/i][/align]

"Oh Shi-" Katsu stopped in his tracks, dropping the groceries, green apples rolling to a stop at the bar. He slowly padded towards the table, and picked up the note, keeping his eyes off the carnage. "Tia... oh man." He flicked open his cell phone. "Domi-sama? ... Yeah, look, that's not important right now... You gotta get over here." "It's happened again." --- Domi stormed into the room, boots heels clicking sharply against the floor. Junjin turned towards her, Katsu keept a protective arm around Uei, who tried to keep his sobs back and buried himself in Katsu's shirt. "Hm." She stood, hands on hips, surveying the dead one without so much as a flinch. "Fumi. She wasn't anything special, thank god. Only been with us a few weeks, right Junnie?" "Yeah. She came from Spearmint Rhino. We're pretty sure she was a hopper*." Junjin crossed his arms, glancing at Fumi's corpse, and then at the untouched money. Domi followed his gaze, picking the money up, flicking purple fingernails between the notes. "It's all well-paid for." "But, Domi-sama, the body..?" Katsu asked, voice concerned. "Listen you two." Domi turned to face them. "Kat-kun, put Uei back to bed. Uei, sweetie, don't worry. Go see Eli, he'll keep you happy. Junnie, Kat, get Sora, Bee and my brother. Tell Doru to find an expendable car. And get Sora to phone Queen. I want you two and Bee to move the body into the back. Then get cleaning. We can't have any traces of blood or anything. We may be Cards, but the police won't be so quick to over-look murder like this, and I don't like wasting money on bribes." "Okay, Domi-Ue. I'll get right on it." Junjin walked towards the stairs, then turned back to his employer. "Wait, Domi. What are you going to do?" She was half-way to the door before she stopped, and half-turned towards them. "I'm going to find our good friend Santiago, of course. And if she's serious about another visit tomorrow, I'm going to have to find a few more... expendable hookers." [i]*Hopper=a hooker who changes from pimp to pimp if she can, looking for the best rates, etc.[/i]

A sly smile crept onto her face, and she ran her nails over her bare stomach, up to the ace bandage binding her breasts, and then over to the scales on her shoulders. "Mmmm, it wassss . . ." Santiago looked over at the calendar, and jotted it down in a notebook under another date. "Last night's whore . . . especially sweet blood, but her skin was a bit tough . . ." She muttered, writing it down. She oved the pen to her lower lip, looking upwards. "I didn't much like that." The room she sat in was fairly simple. It was dark, but had a large window with a very comfortable looking bed right next to it. Normally Santiago would be sunbathing there, but the sun just barely peeked through the clouds. It'd been like this all day, and she was beginning to get a bit impatient. The floor was just concrete, and there was a large hookah with many hoses in the middle of the room. A single black dresser sat in a lonely corner of the room, besides a door with many locks on it--which wasn't the way in. That door, not surprisingly, was falling apart. Another smile crept onto her face as a single, ordinary woman was dragged into the room by two large figures, thrown on the ground, and locked in. "Oooooh. I like the looks of you." She hissed a little, standing. "Come." She commanded, standing, and undoing the locks on the lone door. It opened ever so slightly, a disgusting stench permeating the air. "I--I really can't stay, you see, my children are waiting at home, and, well--" Before the woman could finish her sentence, she felt a rough, scaled finger on her lips. "Sshhh. Tell me now, what is your name?" "I . . . Auset . . ." The woman looked upward, dazed as she was slowly dragged into the other room. She snapped out of the daze as soon as she took a big whiff, and a nice, long glance at the rotting corpses, and screamed as she was pushed backwards. Auset fell directly onto two small, seemingly fresh corpses, and looked down at them. "Your kids wanted to see you." Santiago chortled, quickly unhinging her jaw.