Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 31: Black Sun Rising

You know, ultimately, the thing is when somebody holds your life vial in their hands, you don't expect them to break it. You put wards on it so it can't break. Which is pretty ideal for Tom. Because now there's no way of suspecting him. He was a victim in all this.

Or maybe not.

After all, why would an expert in sigils and languages and obtuse, archaic things just read something off a wall without doing a courtesy glance to make sure there were no tricks or spells inside it? And why wouldn't a vampire with connections to the Literariat think that?

Those were all things Tom thought as he took flight from McCarran all the way back to Reagan International. He had a meeting with a good friend and DC, swamp that it was, was a much more friendly common ground than New York could ever be again. His life vial hung against his heart by a chain. The only thing keeping the two apart were a few measly layers of skin and some sort of bothersome rib cage that Tom forgot he had unless somebody punched him.

The history of currently supernatural New York was a sad affair of course and Tom was lucky to have a stiff drink because dwelling on it at all and on its fetid corruption was- sad. A whole city of supernaturals gone, taken, destroyed, insane. Mmm- if you drank enough, it only seemed mildly offensive.

Tom had felt the Lucifers were very haughty and careless. Obvious. Those idiots. You didn't mess with the Literariats. You didn't mess with and twist occult libraries for your own use. There were old gods, what could you possibly have to make you think you're stronger than them?

Silly. Stupid. Low thinking base things.

Of course, Tom couldn't think of himself as much more. Not yet. There were- preparations to be made with his friend. His friend with his own life vial. Though that was sort of an amberish pink and less of a fun sapphire blue.

Tom could tell you the type of souls each person aboard had and as they landed, he made eyes at a very corrupt and adulterous man across the way. Who was trying to look too busy, to shielded by his business man attire. Trying to run away from himself. 

He'd be fun to eat whole.

Skylar met him with black roses. Tom loved Skylar's sense of humor.

"Sky Sky!"

"Tommy Boy!"

They hugged, clapping each other on the back. Fingers intertwined against the neck, checking pulses. Checking vitals. Checking each other's auras. 

Skylar was smiling when he pulled away.

"Took care of our problem?"

"The dirty loud mouths are gone. We got an incubus spell to take care of them. Tom's was the worst. It was great!"

"And he didn't see you?"

"No! The idiot was too focused on the vampire!" Tom laughed, a short bark. "He didn't even think about who planted the idea to send out fake sigils in the first place-"

"Come on, I have a reservation for us at our favorite bar, alright?"

"You're speaking my language. But first-" as the businessman passed- Tom slipped a business card in his pocket.

"Dinner?"

"Dessert-" Tom smirked wickedly. "So who else from the Black Suns is in town?"

Skylar clicked with his tongue as they headed toward baggage claim. "Now, now. All in good time Brother. All in good time."