“What’s with the call first thing in the morning?” Herman Miller, Joan’s uncle, said as he got out of his truck.
“I got myself a red widow,” Yancy grunted as he dragged Lyssa behind the church towards an empty field.
“How’d you manage that?” he jogged over to Yancy.
“Found her like this, all wrapped up in a bow for me.”
“What’s the plan. Going to do your usual?”
“Nope, this bitch made me mad. It’s personal now. I’m going to have an early morning celebration. That’s why I called the whole guild here. Serious members only. We are going to have some fun.” He threw Lyssa on the ground next to a pile of sticks.
“You never cease to surprise me Yanc,”
“Well, I figured since this bitch helped get your brother killed, you might want some personal revenge yourself.”
“This is just what I needed to help get me back in the game.”
“A man after my own heart, help me tie her up to a cross. We are going to have a nice fire to start our early morning celebration.”
“What’s going on?” Another member of the guild walked over.
“Yancy caught the red widow. Help me get the cross so we can go tie her up.”
“Won’t the cops come if they see a big fire?”
“They’re coming already.” Yancy laughed, knowing half the police force was in on the slayer’s guild.
Soon more members showed up and it wasn’t long until they had Lyssa tied to a cross much like Jesus when he was crucified.
Lyssa’s head hung at an awkward angle, her eyes half-open. She was brain dead, her neck severed internally from the rest of her body. An injury like that usually took several weeks to heal on its own.
When they lifted Lyssa upright, her body sagged and slid down, so to fix that problem they nailed her hands to the cross and tied a rope around her neck to hold her head in place.
Yancy walked back to his truck to get his plyers. He dug around until he found it and then wobbled back to the large group that had gathered.
Rooney watched in horror as he instructed someone to hold Lyssa’s mouth open.
She found herself backing up towards the parking lot before running back to her car. She didn’t know why she was doing what she was doing, but before she could dwell on it she started her car and booked it to Joan’s house.
There was an inner war waging within herself. Part of her screaming to let Lyssa die, that she was a vampire and deserved it. That Lyssa was a killer, a monster. Another part, a part she hadn’t been in tune with until Joan came along told her that this was wrong. So very wrong. It made her sick to her stomach and her hands shake slightly.
What was she doing? Could she really let that happen?
Her heart had already decided before her mind had time to catch up.
She was at Joan’s house in less than 10 minutes. Running over to Joan’s window and pounding on it.
Joan turned over in bed and mumbled in her sleep, trying to ignore the pounding. When it wouldn’t stop and her phone started ringing she sighed and opened her eyes. It was barley 7:30 in the morning.
“What the hell?” she grumbled before getting up and going to her window.
She opened it and came face to face with Rooney.
“Roo? What’s up? You okay?” Joan rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“No time, come on, you have to come. They are going to kill her.” Rooney said.
“Who?”
“Lyssa! Come on, hurry!”
Joan didn’t have time to process everything all she knew was that someone was about to die, someone, she knew and somewhat cared about. Even if it was a love-hate relationship. She couldn’t let Lyssa die. She swore to herself she wouldn’t lose any more friends.
So she didn’t even change, she slipped on her combat boot and pulled her hair up, grabbing her glasses on the way out.
Joan had on Flannel pajama pants and a yellow shirt that said guess what? on it, with a picture of a chicken and an arrow pointing to its butt. Under the shirt she had on a sports bra, she had been too lazy to take it off last night before going to bed.
Rooney eyed Joan’s sleepwear and smirked as they drove back to the church.
“Can we not,” Joan snarked.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face did.”
“Okay sorry.”
“So what exactly is happening? What are they doing to Lyssa?”
“All I know is I got a call this morning from Bianca saying there was some special slayer meeting this morning.”
“Bianca?” Joan interrupted.
“Focus, anyway when I got there, I saw them nailing Lyssa’s body to a cross. Then Yancy got the plyers to take Lyssa’s fangs off and that was all I needed to see before I freaking ran out of there.”
“Why would they be nailing her to… a…” Joan trailed off as they approached the church and smoke was already filling the morning air.
Rooney hadn’t even come to a complete stop as they entered the church parking lot before Joan jumped out of the car and ran towards the fire.
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