The time had come and Lydia was ready... She told Luna to meet her in one of the rarely used sitting parlors downstairs. They would proceed from there...

The scene was set.. tucked neatly in a bag by her side, Lydia had brought a few pairs of gloves, and her trusty knife tucked neatly in its holster..

Her outfit was slightly different tonight... Black, as normal, but far more innocent than the dress she wore the night of their plotting... knee length cotton, in black, with a nice puff at the bottom.. on her feet the usual mary janes, just flat, for once.. Her black hair pulled back..

She sat upright in one of the chairs, her hands folded neatly in her lap, just waiting.

She walks into the chamber, a bag of goodies at her side. She casts a wicked grin to her sister. She was dressed quite similarly, a very lolita type dress. Puffy short sleexes, tight bodice and a knee length full skirt. On her feet, black mary janes. Her dress is mostly white, aside from the black lace collar, sleeve hems and skirt hem.
"Lydia."

All the grandfather clocks in the mhouse strike the hour together. The time ringing through the halls of Screaming Willows like a pager for an executioner.

The girls know the Oracle is kept locked away in the old, partially collapsed slave quarters under the barn. A fangless whelp like her wouldnt be allowed into the house...

Probably the one thing about her the girls agree with Carter about.

Oh yes.. a wicked smile slips over her lips... and she stands as soon as her sister entered the room..

"Luna.... Let the festivities begin..."

And she hands her sister a pair of gloves, slipping her own bag over her shoulder..

"Shall we go play with our prey?"

Already walking toward the exit of the room, then toward the front door.

She tucks the gloves into her apron and smiles to her sister.
"Yes, lts go have fun."
She follows her sister down the hallway, outside and to the old slaves quaters. She looks to her sister, deranged smile ever present.

The Oracle is right where they expect to find her. Shes still wearing her dress from the Clan meeting, however many nights ago that was...

The Oracles cell is slowly being decorated. Carter must have given her paints... She has painted on the walls, mostly images of Carter, some mundane, some with otehr people, some of him dying in flames... Never any with the twins though.

When the girls come down she will look at them silently, as if she had expected them.

They would also notice, in the adjacent cell is the body of a man. His torso is crushed and he is neither moving nor breathing... They dont recognize him, and he doesnt smell like hes rotting...

Lydia was silent for a long moment.. just looking around.. her face blank.. except for a psychopathic grin...

Oh, the pictures.. she noted them.. but they merely added fuel to the enormous fire burning inside of her..

A simple glance passed to the body.. meh.. nto like she's never seen a dead body before..

And after a good moment or two, she finally spoke, slowly putting the pristine white gloves on her hands, eyes locking with the Oracle's.

"I bet you know whats coming.. I don't doubt your abilities that much.. but I do doubt that you have any clue as to how painful we will make it."

Luna surveys the room and giggles.
"You call this shit art?" she shakes her head and slips on a apir of gloves herself.
"See, sister and I decided to have a little fun with you first," she looks to her sister. She reaches into the bag, pulling out a bag of thick, black zip ties.

The girl just stares, silently cowering but trying to stand tall. Maybe to meet her tormentors with dignity... or praying Carter comes outside just in time to save her...

And yes, Lydia actually giggles.... a cute, gleeful giggle..

"My my sister, what a fun accessory! They'll compliment her fair skin tone nicely.. I mean, picture it.. Our friend here.. her pale, naked flesh, highlighted only by her crazy hair, the black ties, and blood... beautiful, beautiful blood..."

SHe then moves toward the girl, cornering her, pushing her back against a wall...

"You're so pretty.. its such a shame we have to do this... "

She holds out her hand to her sister, for some of the ties.

The fangless little whelp struggles weakly. Her wide eyes flash with fear and she opens her mouth as if to scream but gets nothing...

Luna pulls several ties from the bag and hands them to her sister. After that, she pulls out a shiney pair of scissors and moves close to the girl. She waits for her sister to restrain the girl. Once restrained, Luna snaps the scissors at the whelp before lifting her shirt some to cut it off her.

The Oracle pulls her face away from the scissors. She goes deathly still when she realizes they are for her dress rather than her hair or flesh.. at least for now.

'Youll never get away with this...' She hisses through bared teeth.

Lydia giggles like mad as she restrains the girls arm..

And then she leans in..

"Legs are next, but first we want to see that pretty little body of yours!"

She leans in, placing a delicate kiss on the girl's neck.

"Now, be a good little wench and sit down for us, so I can get your ankles.."

Her eyes are ablaze with passion and excitement... locked on the Oracle's.. she wants to see every moment on the girls' face.  

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She just laughs and looks to her sister as those scissors slide up the girls shirt, ripping it in half. She moves for the skirt of the girl, letting the tip of the bottom blade roughly scrape against her leg as she slices through her skirt.
"What a pretty body," she coos.

The Oracle squirms against Lydias grasp. Being fully restrained would mean certain death... Her skin is smooth and deathly pale. She has porcelain doll features and cant be any older than the twins.

'You will both die horrible Deaths...' She threatens, in a cracked voice.

She laughs...

"These clothes will look excellent when they get soaked in your blood, shredded, and laid over your dead, rotting body...."

She is still just all grins... And she roughly grabs the girls legs out from under her, which can't be hard.. (But I will roll, if need be) So that the girl falls to the ground...

And at the Oracle's comment, she bursts out into a fit of insane laughter.

"Your even more useless than I thought.. We already did, love. We already did!"

She cackles  

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She closes the scissors and smirks, running the broadside of the twin blades across her cheek so she could feel the cool metal touching her skin.
"Rotting body, sister you presume too much. If we leave any left of her to rot," she chuckles. "We comtemplated letting those bleeding howler just rip you to shreds," she snaps the scissors right in her face. "But we decided we'd have so much more fun doing it ourselves."
She pulls back from the girl, returning to her bag. She replaces the scissors with a roll of duct tape.
"Now, we'd love to hear you scream...but not here," she looks to her sister, saying something in a foreign tongue. The Oracle will not undersatnd, but her sister will hear, "Father might hear. Best throw her in a trunk and take her off to the kill sight."

And she slips into the language of the twins as well.

"Good point, but remember that we must make it look like it wasn't us at all. And we have to bring one of Father's ghouls with us as well.. Should you go retrieve one, or I?"

Though her eyes never leave the oracle as she straps her ankles together and speaks with her sister.