In the nights following the meeting with the Malkavians, Lydia has been extremely tense and always seemingly agitated.

Tonight she sits in her room, a dark room.. blood red satin sheets with a black comforter in the middle of a very victorian style room.. The walls were dark, the furniture a deep cherry wood, the bed large and canopied in a light, see through material in blood red.. almost the only factor that brings any sort of brightness to the room...

Lydia sits on the corner of that bed, wearing a skintight black dress, off the shoulders, that reaches to just above her knees, mary janes with a spiked heel on her feet with white thigh highs, her long black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.. Her face revealed, with no makeup, is strikingly beautiful, and terrifying in its anger tonight...

She twirls her trusty knife between her hands, eyes on the blade as it glares in the low light...

In her mind she reaches out for her sister...
2008-07-29 10:37:50 Lydia rolls 7 dice to Call for Luna (Diff 9) 7,6,8,3,2, 6,6 (failure)

She growls frusteratedly at the mental block, but recovers herself and tries again.
2008-07-29 10:38:09 Lydia rolls 7 dice to Call for Luna (Diff 9) 9,9,4,2,9, 3,7 (3 successes)

And she manages to get through..
"Sister, my room, now."

Is the message that reaches through her mind and to the mind of her sister.

And then she sits, and waits, that blade still twirling relentlessly between her hands.

She hears the harsh whisper of her sister and sighs. She rises from her bed. Part of her didn't want to go, especially with the now part. She felt her sister was being mean and demanding. She stalks the short distance to her sisters room and opens the door.
she peeks in the door, "you rang?" Of course said in her best Lurch voice.

Her face lights up.. darkly.. if that makes sense.. remember that moment when you're about to commit a murder and its the one thing that makes you happiest in the world? Picture that...

She looks to Luna. And all of the following dialogue is spoken in the language of the twins, so there is no risk of being overheard..

"We have a problem to deal with sister... One oracle is bad enough, and now father is expecting to find another one?"

She actually growls a bit... Time to get straight to the point.

"We can't have two oracles running around here, stealing all the love, now can we? Not to mention that if father expects us to run the city some day, we must prove to them that we deserve their respect and will not be tolerant of this.. situation.. or any like it."

Her growl turns into a bit of a purr...

"It would be simple enough.. The thrall can barely stand up on her own, let alone oppose us.. We simply tell her that father needs her, take her to a solitary location and do what must be done."

She nods softly, listening to her sister speak.
"But what of the other oracle? The fireheaded one she spoke of? Father will find this one I'm sure," she says in a slightly pessimistic tone, but her sick mind lit on the idea of ripping the current love-theif to shreds. She grins wickedly and moves to her sister. She kneels down before her, dressed in the exact same outfit, only in white.
"What do you suggest we do?"

She actually takes her sister's hands in an affectionate gesture..

"The other will be dealt with as well, of course... But we must be careful.. because if Father finds out that we killed this current oracle, he will hide the second one away from us and we won't be able to do anything..."

She ponders a moment, before continuing..

"I'm not sure how we go about it, I just know that it must be done and done quickly."  

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"we can make it look like she killed herself. Like a noose or something. We could force her to stand on the chair..." she shrugs lightly. She thinks a moment and giggles. "Imagine sister, we kick the chair out from under her. We could hear that..." she shivers with extacy at this simple thought. "That...that wonderful SNAP! Or even better, she could struggle. How glorious would that be? Gasping for...."
She pauses, as wonderful as that sounds, it wouldn't work. They certainly couldn't bleed her dry...
"Oh, you are so much better at this then me..." she pouts.

Lydia is of course excited at the idea of hanging the oracle...

"It would be music to my ears! But you're right..."

She goes quite, contemplating for a moment...And then her eyes light up...

"Here is what I propose.. The easy solution would be to feed her to the Sabbat.. Father is having issues with them already, so no one would suspect... But, as much as I hate her, I will not affiliate with those.. scum..."

Her lips curl up in displeasure..

"So we'll play a game of little red riding hood... We'll inform her that father is moving her to a secure location until he finds the second oracle... We'll take her deep into the woods and feed her to the wolves.. those disgusting dogs... What howler wouldn't tear a thinblood limb from limb? And if that doesn't work, the sunlight might get her.. I'm not how prone they are to becoming ash..."

Another moment of silent pondering before she continues...

"And if nothing else, we can take her to the woods and rip her apart ourselves... blame it on the dogs..."

She stands up, putting on her most pitiful face..

"We're so sorry father.. We were simply going to play with her a bit, and she ran.. She must have gotten lost or something.. We tried to find her, but it was almost morning!"

She looks to her sister then in anticipation...

She bouces lightly, all those ideas excited her so. She feigns her best pitiful face as well.
"We must have spooked her, she just ran. We heard howling and morning was so close, we had to come home. Please Father, don't be angry with us."

She simply arches a brow and grins...

"Do we have a plan?"

Actually licking her lips at the thought...

"We have a plan dear sister," she says with a twisted giggle.

"This must be done quickly.. By the end of the week, at the absolute latest.. We will plan on Sunday.. Maybe her God will save her soul then..."

She cackles a moment, then continues...

"I will bring the gloves, so we can not be printed for this... And my knife as well.. You gather up a few more knives...And make sure you're thirsty.. We'll do it in the woods.. And we'll have one of Father's ghouls carry her into garou territory.. If he makes it back, we'll deal with him as well.. Father won't miss one measly ghoul.."

She grins...

"its like I remember Christmas.. only a million times better, sister!"