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-Greta-
"Stella? Where are you?" Greta asked as she stepped over the threshold of her cottage.

"In here!" Stella called from the other room. Greta walked in and saw her friend's blonde curls spilling out of its perfect formation as she set up a bedroom for herself. Not even breathing hard, she pointed at the room across from hers. "That one's yours, if you don't mind. I know this is a bit smaller than what we're used to, but we'll make do. At least the main room is nice and spacious, even if the bedrooms are a bit small."

Greta nodded and gave Stella an appreciative smile, then headed to the room that she would call hers for the next few months. She effortlessly lugged her heavy trunk through the doorway, opening it and pulling out various dresses. She put them in the wardrobe and continued to unpack.

Almost an hour later, Greta decided to go back outside. She was curious to see if any other vampires currently had been residing in Ispwich. Greta was sure Stella's illustrious name would at least get a few of them to assist in the destruction of Kingsley Manor. Stepping out into the night, Greta felt her muscles relax. It was dark. And when it's dark, the creatures of the night awaken.

Vanessa took the keys from Ace, a slightly playful smile on her face considering that she wasn't the greatest driver. "No guarantees it comes back spotless," she said in a what could be considered almost flippant manner, and pulled open the door to Ace's dazzling red car. She slid into the front seat, leaving Genesis and Heretic to battle over the passenger side. She appraised their clothing with a smidgen of embarrassment, seeing as they were all dressed to impress while Vanessa had donned a casual jacket and tank top.

Oh well. No use dwelling on trivial matters like what goddamn clothes she was wearing. Vanessa also noticed Heretic had on makeup, and she envied her ability to wield a mascara wand just as efficiently as a gun. Guns seemed so much easier, in Vanessa's opinion. What guns boiled down to was "pull the trigger". Mascara wands...they were delicate little instruments made for applying mascara to teeny-tiny eyelashes. Yes. Much more difficult to handle than a gun.

All the equipment was taking up quite a bit of space in the car, and she laughed, though not unkindly, at Genesis's predicament. "Hopefully it won't be too long of a drive," she said. "Though, I'm really not sure. And if we wreck....I can't say that it won't happen, because there's a small-mind you, a very, very small-chance that it might happen," Vanessa told him, a crooked grin on her face.

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