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The Continuation: Part two

  Blackchapel was just like any other small town, It had regular people, regular places and now, it has regular vampires too. In only two sole weeks the vampires have infiltrated and infested that innocent town into a time of bloodshed. Anastasia, former head council member and leader has maintained the existence and the status of vampires in Ontario to greatness.
Changing the once-known Vampire council into full-blown dictatorship amongst the bloodsuckers. Although she had to win many arguments and punish many of her own kind, she did it with the help of her two loyal servants. Erica Jones and Rory Keaner.

Newly-titled Czarina Anastasia's pet, Rory, has been quite a troublesome one. From knocking down historical vampire portraits to spilling blood on important files; he has become a problem. "Enough!" Anastasia shouts, slamming her fists so hard on the table, causing it to break. She huffs in visible irritation and gets up from velvet-cushioned Throne making her way towards the mentioned Rory. "You!" She points her finger at him. "You are EXILED! EXILED I SAY!"

Rory pouts. "But..but.. It was an accident."

Anastasia screams very abruptly, shattering glass windows, left and right. Many vampires near her run out of the room terrified of her. Erica was the only one who stayed. "You've been quite a hassle, young man." Anastasia huffs.

"But, you're like.. Five. I'm fourteen. So technically, little missy, i'm older." He raises his pointer finger upward to protest. Which only angers her even more than she already was. She was actually 110 years old. 17 years in appearance. So, Rory. You're blatantly incorrect.

Anastasia; Red-faced and all, grabs Rory by his shirt collar and forcefully drags the poor boy, out of the building. She launches him out, sending him flying out into the street. "ты сослан!" She exclaims in russian. "If you come back here, I'll cut your dick off, shove it so far up your fucking ass, you'll be shitting your own blood for WEEKS in so much pain, for centuries to come!!" She slams the door shut, locking it tight.

Rory looks down with a frown. "I just wanted a feel useful." He gives a big sigh and picks up a small pebble from the road and throws it. "I just miss my friends... It's not like I can make new ones.. Wait." He thinks, for a while. "That's it."

Erica stands there, shocked. She couldn't believe what just happened. Her friend got kicked out and flat-out banished.. Exiled. From a Vampire dictatorship. Shit. Erica begins to think. That idiot finally unscrewed the last bolt.. I can't do this without him.. But I can't speak up either. Erica composes herself, playing around with her blonde hair, as Anastasia makes her way towards her, grunting with anger. Shiiiit. Erica couldn't think of anything else to do. So she looks away, admiring a 1918 painting of the late Russian Royal Family, with Anastasia in the center of it. "Erica." Her name gets called out by the devil, herself.

Erica turns towards her. "Yes?" That dork better not have left me to deal with her little temper tantrum!! Oh, he is so going to..
Her thoughts get interrupted as she hears her leader speak. "You'll be in charge of keeping a look out, in case that... Idiot, comes back. Understood?"

"Loud and clear, Czarina Anastasia." Erica gives a curtsy and forces a smile. Once the vampire-child leader exits the room, our blonde main character could finally breathe again. "Oh, my gosh. Good on you, Erica, you didn't die! Again. Good on me!" She congratulations and pats herself on the back.  I can't believe I'm going to say this... I'm going to miss... Rory. UGH. Even in my thoughts that sounds gross. Nope. Nope. Redact it. Re-FUCKING-dact it. Erica walks over to a window and watches as Rory, still on the ground, made friends with a black cat, as he pets it, gently. Oh, He is so stupid, I almost feel bad for the guy. Erica hears muffled yelling in the next room and gulps hard. Not her problem, so she ignores it.