09-29-2011, 11:16 PM
Tonight is the big night.. The night everyone dies.. Livian thought. She sat in her large armchair facing her bay window, Shadowfax, her cat, curled up in her lap. Her fingers were laced together and positioned under her chin. Everything would go perfectly, she knew that. She had played the night out in her head over fifty times. It would be utter perfection. Mistakes were unacceptable. She sat, unmoving, for the rest of the hour, until the set had set. Then, without hesitation she stood, Shadowfax fell to the floor. She brushed her dressed slightly. Cat hair clung to it but she couldn't care less. She had never cared much about material items. Her family was the riches family of the state, she could have anything she wanted, and all she wanted was for all the filthy, rotten, liars, thieves, and criminals coming to her house tonight to burn. And she'd make sure they did. Her door squeaked behind her. "Are you ready Antonette?" She asked, looking out her window she could see the first car arrive. The ballroom would soon be filled with scum. Laughing, dancing, smiling, scum. "Let the game begin." She said quietly before turning to her sister with a smile. On a normal night she would feel hallow, empty, hungry. But tonight she was almost excited, almost. Like any good sociopath, Liv was, for the most part, emotionless. She faked her emotions well though, when it suited her. Of course there were two people she never had to fake emotions around. Her beloved sister Antonette and her, for all intensive purposes, companion Jack. They were the only two that knew the true her because they were the only two just as screwed up as her. The only two people that knew about the horrifying things that would take place in Ambrose Manor tonight.
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