taxonomites | [Holo] The only bad part is that she's not dreaming

Cassie had fallen asleep on the couch in her living room, a black and red checked blanket thrown over her, the television playing the main menu to Ghostbusters. Her dreams were like something out of Hellraiser, but no matter how outlandish and fucked up they got, they always ended with her mother. With the Lunch Lady. Today, however, was different. After her dream with the Lunch Lady ended with her killing her mother, watching her body fall to the floor; there was more. Cassie had flashes of working with that Samhain guy that had saved her from that freaky ass group of Black Lamp Society people.

Samhain informs Cassie of the Black Lamp Society's true intentions and how they go back hundreds and hundreds of years. Akakios found a plant, which when it was ignited, burned black. And when it was injected into a corpse, the corpse would return to life, but after its affects wore off, the corpse would go into a frenzy, becoming almost zombie-like. Akakios created a chemical from the flower, which he and his people drank. Essentially, it turned them into what Cassie called 'slashers'. Samhain also informs Cassie that the chemical has passed through generation after generation, still running through the veins of certain people. People like her mother. And Cassie, herself.

They traveled to some weird fucking place and there were these man dog things that were like naked werewolves that were fast and strong and fucked Cassie, Vlad, and Samhain over. Vlad had admitted to being happy when Cassie was sad over not being able to be with Georgia. He was jealous. He knew that they would never get married or have sex, but he wanted her all to himself. All the while, Cassie is trying to fight the fear that if she died, she wouldn't stay dead. She'd become a slasher, just as she feared she would.

In her sleep, Cassie thrashed a little, tossing her head from side to side. Her tablet was accidentally turned on the hologram mode in the process, unbeknownst to Cassie. The tablet picked up on her tight facial features, fear etched across her face. Cassie awoke with a short scream, sitting up and throwing the blanket back, chest heaving. Her eyes twitched back and forth, like she was reading a book, but she was recalling what she had just dreamt. Most prevalent in her mind was that she was a slasher. She just wasn't dead yet.

Her chin trembled and a small sob tore its way up her throat as she leaned forward, burying her face in her hands. "I'm a monster...."

((ooc: canonbumping Cassie to after issue 25.))

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Yeah, she'll remain so. For now. Insert goatee-stroke here.

"Who could argue with being called statuesque." He chuckles, because really. Who doesn't love being called statuesque? I ask you. After he's done laughing, he says off the cuff, like it's of no concern, "So where exactly is the Most Loyal Pooch?"

Damn evil goatee that tells the future.

"People who aren't arrogant as hell," Cassie replies and that little smirk curls up a corner of her mouth at that. The smirk dies painfully. "Dunno. Don't care," Cassie said with a shrug. Oh, Cassie. You should know not to lie to Eric.

Fear the goatee's awesome powers. Bwaha, etc.

"Everyone loves a nice stroke of the ego. Does wonders for the self-esteem." Hasn't Eric demonstrated that finely honed bullshit meter of his? Pretty sure he has. "Really now."

I'll fear it, but I certainly won't like it.

"Wouldn't know," Cassie says. Oh, self-esteem issues, lovely to see you again. How've you been? And your mother? Self-loathing, as always. "Fuck if I know. He's probably off having adventures and making friends and shit. I don't care."

Liar, liar, plants for hire.

Eric files away that little tidbit for further manipulation purposes. It was a good thing to know. But one weak point at a time, hm? "Yes, because your tone certainly indicates how uncaring you are." Remember whom you're talking to, Cass? Remember how he can see through your macho crap?

Um. Okay.

"Fine, so I haven't seen him in, like, a week. If he was in trouble, I'd find out some how. He's probably making friends and bothering people for ice cream sandwiches like a freaking nutball." Damn you, Eric.

...I've been watching too much Spongebob. Sob.

Cassie says 'Damn you', but Eric knows you don't really mean it. "It's funny, isn't it. That the hellbeast makes friends so easily." Especially in comparison to you.

I has never watched it. And I don't think I will. Backing away slowly, now.

Yes, she does. She totally means it, you big, old meanie-face. "Yeah, well, all he has to do is do the creepy adorable dog act and give people a retarded nickname and they think he's the best thing since Lassie." And she can hear your unspoken words, Eric. Because she thought them herself. How fail is that?

Hey. Don't judge me. It is a fine, fine show of retarded sea creatures.

"And you're not at all concerned that Lassie might not want to come home?" Aw, they're mind-twins. Isn't that cute.

Yeeeeah. I think I'll pass.

"Pfft. No." Lie. "Little bastard replaced my damn van. I'm still pissed at him for that." Not as big a lie. "He can come and go as he pleases, I don't care." Maybe she cares a little.

Mind-twins. Adorable. They can start dressing the same, too. Not too far off.

"Ah, of course. How silly of me to think otherwise." Humans and their denial. It's hilarious.

Somehow, my mind can't process the thought of Eric in miniskirts and fishnets.

Laugh it up, chuckles. "I'll let it slide this time."

All black. Just throw a pair of pants on Cassie and we're set.

"I bow before your mercy." And he does a little half-nod, which is pretty much offset by the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

...It seems Eric gets the short end of this deal here.

"And you'd still be taller than me," Cassie said, letting a little bit of that humor edge into her voice.

Does he want to wear a miniskirt? She can hatch one for him.

"I can't help being surrounded by midgets."

No thank you. If Eric wants to show off his fabulous legs, he'll just go without pants.

"Maybe they just grew to the acceptable height and stopped. Like they were supposed to," Cassie smirked.

That is a much better plan.

"Again, an acceptable height for midgets."

Thought you'd see it that way.

"I thought that people were short as hell a thousand years ago," Cassie comments, arching an eyebrow.

Well, it is the far superior plan. Only makes sense.

Eric grins. "Just lucky, I guess."

Too true. And we are rather sensible people.

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