[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Amy Chang[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://az616578.vo.msecnd.net/files/2016/05/16/635990210541662071-1108165160_8.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Church
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Simpler times and people who won't answer[hr][hr][/center]
 
	Apparently answering questions were not on the womans mind as Amy sat there with her hand wrapped around the wood of her bat. It would have been easy after all this time had passed in silence for Amy to have bashed in her skull and waltzed right out the front door but she really had no intention of leaving so called holy ground right then. 

	Snapping the fingers of her free hand she waved it slightly. [color=a187be]Hey you, yeah you bitch. The one waving the gun around, I ain't moving two steps until you open your fucking trap and give me answers. Like real answers, not this beat around the bush bullshit that I have been getting through out the last forty eight hours. That or you can turn you tush around and waltz right out the door,"[/color] she said as she kept an eye on the woman. She probably should have been scared shitless right then but hey, she had spoken with Satan, a woman waiving a gun around wasn't exactly on the top ten parade of reasons to shake in ones scrubs. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=silver]Belladonna Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/ilUmjoXuoCGBi/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Waltzing down the street
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Her own mind and the counting of days[hr][hr][/center]

	One... Sauntering down the road to see where to go and to find the last ingredient she needed for the potion. Granted it wasn't exactly needed right then but she already had most of it prepped, so she might as well follow though. Belladonna was not one to let things go unfinished. 

	Two... Someone had sent undead into her home. Normally she would have welcomed them with open arm but this time was different. Her beloved daughter had been injured in the tryst. Pain was not something her family was unaccustomed to but they chose what pain they took, it was not dished out. 

	Three... Burn marks on her floor from the spells cast, what a time it would be to scrub those out of the old oaken floor or perhaps she should leave them there. They did give such an ambiance to the place, made it looked lived in.

	Four... Only four short scant hours since she rose from the depths of sleep. It had been a rather eventful day and from the smell of smoke in the air from her daughters arson it would keep being as such. 

	Five... Oh look five crows flying through the sky. It was a group and therefor a murder. It caused a cold curl to the corner of Belladonna's lips to form. 

	Six... Drams of blood needed but Belladonna seriously doubted that was all she planned on harvesting. It was always better to have too much than too little. Six pints sounded more like it. 

	Seven... Seven days, why I am typing this, so my counter doesn't hit seven.