Darkness is Light

[canadiansixpack.livejournal.com]

He smelled them. The familiar scent drew him like a bee to honey;melting away from the Queen while she consulted Marius. He has been a lurking shadow since then, out of sight, biding his time with the self-proclaimed promise of violence. He knew they were far from fond of each other, and now they are in disarray while the blood of Yeshua coats the stone floors in a macabre mosaic of Mystique's making.

Now, when their alliance hangs by the most precarious of threads, is when he strike; and he will take her out, the strongest first.

Teeth and claws, bone and flesh, reveal themselves in split-second anticipation of deadly impact.

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[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

Dani Moonstar lays a cold hand on the hunter's shoulder.

"Leave Roberto for me."

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"Hello, James."

The idiot Spider left her webbed to the floor. Teeth and claws and - oh, God, the smell. The blood and sweat and hair that she smells on her sheets every morning. All coming at her with that familiar feral gleam in his eyes.

Well, this is one way to get free.

[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

Fresh blood. Fresh meat. The smell, oh, the sweet, sweet smell.

Catacombs.

She follows the pack leader; yipping in excitement, nipping at his heels as she runs on all fours, lapping up the blood that flows from his ankles.

[wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com]

A door in the west wall opens. Not with a bang or a crash, but very slowly.

"Be quiet," says the curly-haired woman dressed in scarlet. She is carrying two squirming bundles. On her face is a stern maternal frown. "You woke up my children, and it's so hard getting them to settle for a nap."

She shifts her arms, displaying the babies snuggled up against her. The infants bare their gums and hiss at the invaders.

[wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com]

The Witch shakes her head, pressing a hand to her temple. "I--"

[wanda-maximoff.livejournal.com]

The flames twine lovingly around Wanda, and the stink of burning vampire flesh fills the air.

And then ... the flames begin to dwindle.