[center][sub][h3]Kayla[/h3][/sub][/center][hr]

[i]"Ooooooh, how about we skip the intimidation and just wipe them out? After all; the only good enemy is a dead one."

"I've heard about how to kill a vamp, but I've never really... done it. I can't guarantee I can do anything but act as a decoy, but I'm not sure I can stake a vamp if I have to."[/i]

Kayla immediately reeled at the statements, and her hand came up to her face in exasperation. She was going to drown someone later, she knew it. She understood the risks of inviting a bunch of estrogen crazed egomaniac (and Herik) to battle in her name, but she didn't expect anyone in the group to jump to murder. She doubted any of these women had actually killed anyone in their lives, and she double doubted that anyone here understood the affects that had on one's psyche.

Kayla knew what it was like to be unmade. She knew what it was like to have a monster inside of you, lurking in the shadows, waiting for a chance to escape and destroy everything you held dear. She had a bit of a ledger, after all. She imagined briefly imagined what it would be like if the others did too. She imagined that they knew the name of every person the they had ever hurt or worse, intentionally or no; she could see them lying in bed at night, reciting that list from memory, like a prayer. If they could, she imagined they would want to meet with every victim's family like her, to explain, to apologize, to beg for forgiveness that they would never really be able to accept, because [i]she[/i] hadn't been able to forgive herself. At least- not in full. Claudette used her abilities in that moment to silence everyone, much to Kayla's eternal gratitude. Breaking her silence, she nodded to the elder witch in silent thanks, and then addressed everyone's concerns.

"Let me be extremely clear," Kayla said, her voice like a razor blade- but not directed at either of the two people who had insinuated murder. It was to the general group. "We are not going to be killing [i]anyone[/i]. I still plan on [i]selling[/i] to these idiots. We're breaking bones and blowing homes- I'm not looking for murder charges. If I find out one of you cant keep a lid on it and kills someone... and that trails back to me, then [b]I'll kill you[/b] myself."

The pupils of Kayla's eyes seemed to glow unnaturally, like molten metal, but her hardened expression did not change. There was no humor or wolfish grin tacked onto her face to mask the thinly masked threat- because it was just that. She massaged the bridge of her nose and blinked, and just like that the hellfire in her eyes had died away as if it had never been there at all. She began addressing each individual who had spoken.

[i]"Let me just say, for the record, I think both of these are bad ideas... I'm going to tag along anyhow to make sure that this doesn't, y' know, go wrong."[/i]

"Then don't come." Kayla said evenly. "I want you there, but if you aren't going to help, then don't show up. The less witnesses, the better."

Kayla turned away from Madison, allowing the resounding statement of 'stay out of the way then' sink in. She paid no mind to any response- it was nut up or shut up, and Madison's two cents mattered like a fart in the wind if she wasn't going to do the former.

[i]”If you really need me, I can tag along, but it sounds like you have a lot of volunteers already, Kayla.”
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"Every able bodied person is invited. If you can swing a bat, you're in if you think you can keep yourself from getting turned into a smear on the floor. If you get hurt, hurt 'em back. If you get killed, walk it off."

[i]"So you got a plan of attack, or are we just going there looking tough?"
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"This is mostly intimidation." Kayla stated, crossing her arms. "We're going to show up and see the group of lowlife thugs. I'm going to beat the macaroni and shit out of their ringleader. They are either going to back down, or they're going to come at me. Your jobs are to pick a dance partner and keep them away from me, and to beat the shit out of your chosen dance partner. I don't care how you do it."

[i]""This one is going to have to go, unless you guys think if a Chimera is too much... Hey, I'm here for a good time, not a long time, let's go fuck up some vampires."[/i]

"Everyone here has been to grade school, headass." Kayla said, motioning to the entire table dismissively. "Your greek mythology, Walmart brand Percy Jackson and the Olympians summoner ass isn't surprising anyone. Use whichever works, but if you cant keep them on a leash, then I'm going to put it down before it kills someone. Or kills someone a second time."

[i]“So when are we doing this? Today? The sooner the better, if you ask me.”[/i]

"Today." Kayla stated. "I deal to them today every week. Meet me in South Tampa in a place called Greenwood in two hours. It's a mobile home neighborhood. Park a few minutes walk away. Bring a bandana or a mask if you have one." Kayla instructed. She turned to her dog and made a low whistle, and Oleander was up and off the table and by her side in an instant.

"I'm going to go home and make my preparations. If you have any questions, text me. Or text someone who has my number. Cheers." Kayla stated, and with that she was out the door.