Movie Night

Cheese and movies babie

The gloom had spread to each and every hidden corner of the cemetery, and with the coming of night it seemed as if all sounds of the world had died with the light. But none of this particularly bothered Heisenberg, his eyes - uncovered - were sharp enough to pierce the darkness and hearing crisp enough to hear anything of note. Even when the Village was at its busiest during the day, it was seconds from being a ghost town so there was hardly anyone to cross paths with. 

While there was a heathy coating of grave dirt decorating him, he was far from ready to take his clandestine harvest and return to his factory. He had been just about to crouch to examine a grave at random, able to tell that it was not fresh from a glance and so was had instead intending on entertaining idle curiosity, but the sound of buzzing from behind him, the sort that could have been mistaken for angry hornets if he didn't know better, drew his attention away from the final resting place of one Edgar Graedy, which was not a name that was familiar to him and so held no real weight.

"I didn't think anyone would be out here so late," called he to figure he could see out of the corner of his eye, putting on a mighty show of pretending to be oblivious to who it was joined him, "Don't you know they say monsters roam at night?" Even if his voice had not been audibly wavering with poorly contained laughter as he spoke this, an amused grin appeared on his face as he spoke this. 

"And if I'm one of the monsters?" the young lady who had manifested from the swarm of flies, leaning lazily against a cracked headstone that had been there long enough for the name to have quite successfully eroded away.

"Then I would have to ask if your mother knows you're out so close to winter." the man returned,  finally letting his attention land properly on his niece.

"Mother sent me to find you," Daniela replied, not reacting to the scoff that her uncle offered in reply, "She said you were supposed to have arrived at Uncle Moreau's an hour ago." 
The swarm of flies that took the form of a pretty and dangerous red haired woman was not so successfully playing off the fact she was wearing an undeniably impractical amount of layers. On top of her usual attire, which was more for aesthetics and a practicality in the shifting of solidity rather than protecting her against the elements, there was at least two coats making it difficult for her to properly bend her arms, a scarf that seemed a little too long to wear with ease, and a hat to top it all off, and while it all meant she wasn't going to be freezing any time soon, she also wasn't going to be moving all that much either. It was a necessary precaution, of course, but also one that was absolutely necessary. 

"Oh fuck, was-"

"Mother said she doesn't like it when you swear in front of us." the vampire cut in, though she was joking even if the actual words were genuine.

"I don't think your mother likes much of what I do," the man returned, "But as I was saying, oh fuck, was that tonight? I thought it wasn't until Thursday?"

"Today is Thursday, Uncle Heisenberg." Daniela said with a touch of a laugh in her voice.

"Well, fuck." 

Given that it was, in fact, Thursday and he was late, Karl let out a long, exaggerated to excess sigh as he turned his attention to his macabre harvest. There was no way he'd be able to get the bodies back to his factory then go to the reservoir, not without being even later than he already was.
Damn it all, stupid obligations getting in the way of his work! But he had agreed and so with yet another sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, he relented.

"Tell them I'm on my way, I just gotta finish up here." 

It could not have been all that much longer than fifteen odd minutes after the fly swarm dispersed when the somewhat Frankensteinian figure knocked upon the door of his destination. While it was completely to be expected, the fact the door was damp and uncomfortably viscous for a wooden door, and it really must have been bad given that he was wearing gloves and could still feel it. He wiped the back of his hand on his trousers, though this really just meant his gloves were now both damn and now muddy with whatever grave dirt that had refused to fall off him on his brief way over there.
There was a scowl upon his face right up until the very moment the door swung open, the displeasure replaced by a measured, tapped sort of smile. He hadn't even needed to knock, if the quickness of the door being opened was anything to go by, though he would have preferred it if he had been able to collect himself for a moment before his arrival was announced, his niece having had slipped her way in through a cracked open window to let the others know he had finally gotten there.