While it would have been fitting to drag her new playmate through the cities muck and slime before his big debut...she couldn't have him all messed up before the big show...could she?  No, that wouldn't do at all...besides...they'd be having their fun soon enough.  Beaumont hoisted the degenerate over her shoulder as she moved...taking the safest route she knew back to her own haven...the thought of using one of those lovely little abandoned houses up top did cross her mind...but seeing as how she still wasn't...official here...and she didn't know quite who poked their noses where...the safety and anonymity below seemed to suit her purposes just fine for the time being...besides, she'd forgotton the tripod...and she didn't want to have to set down the camera every few moments to make minor adjustments to the scrïpt...then find that perfect position prior to editing to keep it from looking choppy...then there was of course the question of...interruption...junkies, crack heads, police, and generally just concerned citizens could be just as bothersome as a pissed of kindred in the grip of the beast charging in your direction under the right circumstances...and the trick was...to avoid those circumstances all together if it was possible.

Beaumont didn't bother talking to her new playmate as they traveled...there really wasn't any point...he couldn't answer, and well she didn't want to wear him out before he served his purpose...she had already taken a bit of his blood...too bad there wasn't time to ghoul him...then perhaps he'd last a wee bit longer...certainly be more cooperative that way...ah well, lack of forethought did have it's drawbacks...and being short on time was...well something that continued to plague her mind...upon entering the...temporary place to lay her head, her playmate was dropped off in a corner against a trunk and a couple of other things...he was still making murmured noises...squirming...Beaumont wasn't worried about him getting very far down here even if by some miracle he did manage to figure out a way to be stronger than duct tape...

"If you could keep it down...no ones going to come help you...don't worry...the initial shock will wear off...I'm a might bit prettier than some of the other things you'll find around here...could always have your go with them...couldn't you?"  Beaumont sat on the ground...the backpack set near her...as she pulled out the notebook paper and the permanent marker...She started writing on the paper in large block letters...and then stopped after a few moments...looking back to the nameless mass on the ground...

She sighed...the pall mall princesses voice quiet as she set down the paper and duck walked towards him...the fear in his eyes was...disturbing to say the least...and so, the Nosferatu didn't meet his eyes as she crouched in front of him...then rolled him over looking for his wallet or the like...she wasn't interested in the money or the like...just some piece of identification that gave him a name...an address...she flipped through the wallet, tossing it asside after she had his drivers license in hand...nodding to herself...she went back to the paper she'd been writing on, and set it atop it...before she scratched at her arms...agitated a bit more than usual by the distraction the critters stealing from her seemed to present at this moment in time....

She looked back at her playmate...and then stood, walking over to rip the duct tape off his mouth...she needed him to be able to respond...and well he'd need to be able to talk for now...

"HEEEELLLLP!  HELLLP ME!  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE!  IT'S A MONSTER...IT'S A FUCKING MONSTER..."

She'd expected some bit of verbalisim from him at that..but he could have at least had the common sense after being informed that no one would help him down here to keep quiet...or at least...to refrain from calling her names...again her mind wandered as he continued his screams and shouts for a savior...towards her own experiences....no, no she couldn't have expected common sense...fear did strange things to people...damned or not...She didn't say a word to him though...she went through the back pack...and retrieved the wire cutters...then moved back to him...stripping off his shoes and socks while he squirmed...the momentary defiance turning to...fear...terror....

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

At least the screaming had stopped for a moment....Beau was glad she didn't have to breathe as she looked down at the sweaty feet...crusty with damp lint, and dirt...as the man started squirming again...no longer calling for some unseen savior...but questioning as she wrapped the blade around his littlest toe...

"What are you doing?  what did I do?  I didn't mean anything by it...I wasn't really going to hurt you...I...please...please god no...don't..."  

As the littlest toe was severed, The Nosferatu looked at it...then back at him as he screamed in pain..."You're going to bother the neighbors if you don't stop...and they're less...civil than I am..."  maybe not, but well...that didn't mean that she had to share that sort of thing with him, did she?  She left the toe where it was...and then sat back on her haunches...."Now...you my friend...are the answer to the prayers of the masses...this is going to work quite simply...you're going to read the cards...and sound convincing....and for every take we have to do...well...I'm just going to cut something off...I'm pretty new at this...so apart from fingers and toes...I'm not really sure how much loss you're wanting to take...it could be a very slow and painful death you know...or...not...I guess the choice is yours...I don't have any salt...wish I'd have thought to pick some up....can't exactly wander into a grocery store like this though...can I?"

"I...I don't want to die...Please..I'll do what you want...just...just don't kill me..."  I can do this...read the cards...she'll let me go...I'll go to the cops...and what?  tell them that there's monsters under the city?  That'd get me locked up forever...  Despite the fact that men in america are taught at a very young age not to cry in the face of fear, or hurt, loss, anger, love...or generally anything....the guy was sobbing....

Beaumont didn't take this opportunity to tell him that he was going to die reguardless...really what sort of cooperation would that garner, a little bit of hope went a long way in helping one...try to avoid the inevitable...was it always inevitable though?  No...every so often...there was that snowball that managed to keep from melting in the fires of hell...but that...well that was a rare snowball indeed...her thoughts were getting distracted again...a buzzing in her ear...she smacked at the sound...squishing a winged beast against her head..obliterating it with one swift movement....

She sat back down to finish the cue cards...looking up at the man occasionally as she wrote the story on each page....when she'd finished...she read over it...and grinned..."Not perfect...but it'll do what it's ment to...."  She stood and walked over to set up the camera, she hung a filthy white sheet up to make for a back drop...and she dug into her box o crafts to retrieve some green celophane...the thin layer of plastic was wrapped over the lens to give it that green hue before she drug her little buddy over to a wall to lean against the backdrop...was she unbinding him?  Hell no...he'd slapped her in the face and called her horrid names...why would she want to do that?  He'd certainly made it a little easier on her to have him follow through with this...The camera angle only took in his head and shoulders...the sheet, and lack of movement in the camera would guarantee the anonymity of the location and really she wasn't sure that there were all that many people surface side who would have recognized this little hole in the wall...but why take chances?

Three dry runs...and two actual takes...that's what it took before the man finally got it right...really it was a screwed up sort of rat in a maze mentallity she used with him...if you keep doing this...this bit of unpleasant will happen to you...if it's unpleasant enough, well rats, people, dogs, and even cows would avoid walking the same path over and over again....When she was sure he'd gotten it right...she slapped the duct tape back over his mouth and set to editing the short film before making three copies of it...one she kept...the others...well they had places to go and people to see....the last thing she did before she headed back towards the hovel...was to finish what she'd started with the man...reasurring herself that he did in fact need to die for this to have any measure of validity....and at least she was letting him leave with the kiss...

The body...she'd figure out what to do with it later...maybe one of the others had pets to feed....