So politicians were hanging out at on this block? Seriously though, for such a long description I have no visual of how this place is suppose to look, the building is a dump easy enough. But what the hell does the rest of it have to do with anything?
Rebecca's apartment is strangely enough located in a hallway, Anita goes on to state that the heater made it feel like chest-high fur, thick and warm. Okay then...
We get more pointless description about the place enforcing how much of a dump it is, Anita for some reason starts going on about how you could probably eat off the carpet if you wanted too since the entire place smells of something called 'Lysol', and even though the floor is clean you'd still get carpet fuzzies because no amount of Lysol will remove carpet fuzzies...
We finally reach Rebecca's apartment, it takes 15min of knocking (Bloody hell they are stubborn, I'm a 5min guy when it comes to knocking on people's door) they finally hear movement and the door opens as much as the chain would allow, her voice is thick with sleep and naturally seems surprised to see our resident chewtoy standing on the other side.
Phil flashes her a smile and asks if he could come in, Rebecca agrees and opens the door. Anita wanks on about how she can't see Becca so it's a safe bet that she can't see her either.
Instead of being polite and letting Becca know she's there she just barges into the apartment after Phil before the door to close, yammering that the apartment is oven like with the heater (do you people really have one heater for an entire building? Because that sounds expensive, annoying and extremely impractical)
We then get our first look of Rebecca and well she sounds rough, she's pale has shoulder length dark hair and is currently wearing a white robe that makes her look sickly.
When she spots Anita, she asks Phil if he brought a friend. He says yes and introduces Anita, now it's also stated that Rebecca only saw her once when she came with the cops and now doesn't appear to recognize her, if I had cops at my place questioning me about my murdered lover you can beat your ass that I'd remember their faces again.
Rebecca freaks out at hearing Anita's name, stating that she is the Executioner. Shrieking she throw herself at Anita, slapping and clawing at her face, she braces internally thinking that Rebecca fights like a girl, all open hand slaps, clawing and arm flailing. I'm just going to assume that LKH has never seen a real girl fight then, they fight mean and vicious, guys will beat their chests and try to stare the opposition down before taking a few swings then going to the pub afterwards. Females will hair pull, eye gouge, gang up on, scratch bloody, basically take no prisoners and do everything in their power to make sure their opponent doesn't get back up.
Anita manages to grab Becca's arm, forcing her into a arm lock. She uses more description then is really necessary here slowing the action down and making it seem a lot less tense.
Rebecca then starts begging Anita not to kill him, feeling like a complete heel holding her arm in a painful position while the women cries, she lets her go and steps back. Becca curls up, hugging her legs as she keeps begging Anita not to kill him, looking at Phil she asks him to talk to Becca, try and explain that they aren't here to kill anyone etc.
Phil kneels next to her, Anita doesn't hear what he says though because she just wonders off to explore.. Isn't that kinda, you know, illegal?
Anyways, she stumbles across a coffin that sat beside the bed it was a varnish wood of some sort and Anita realizes that she's here to kill her lover, she seems shocked by this but c'mon, what else was Becca suppose to assume?
Her bathroom is small and clattered, she pretty much looks down on the bathroom going on that there is makeup everywhere, the bath is rusted and when she turns the taps on the taps rattle and whine. She allows the water to run over her hands and the scratches she received from Becca, thinking that while she'd love to splash her face and neck with the water, it was dirty and she didn't want to use it.
BUT YOU'D HAPPILY ALLOW IT TO RUN OVER YOUR OPEN WOUNDS!
Anita looks into the mirror, but because it's broken it gives her face a shattered look and.. Freaks her out? She walks back through the bedroom and gets a weird urge to knock on the coffin, but doesn't because for all she knows someone might knock back...
But it's cannon in this world that vampires die during the day, so how the fuck could the vamp knock back? Seriously, get your shit in order!
Becca and Phil have moved to the couch, she's leaning against him breathing heavily but her crying as stopped, when she sees Anita she flinches. Anita wanks about how she tries not to look menacing but that just isn't easy for her, she hands Phil a wet rag she got from the bathroom telling him to press it against her forehead and neck since it'd help.
She then goes to turn the light on, why she just doesn't open the curtains is beyond me, but then goes on about how the light is harsh and that she's worried that Becca would attack her and/or have a total break down if she tired to sit next to her.
Phil has hung his glasses off the front of his tank top, he's watching Anita carefully with blank eyes, making it pretty clear that he doesn't want her to know what he's thinking, his arm is resting around Becca's shoulders in a protective manner which makes her feel like a bully.
He then informs Anita that he's explained to Becca why they are there, and that they won't hurt her lover Jack.
"The coffin?" I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was a "Jack in the box."
When Phil gives her a look indicating that she's a complete bitch for smiling, she stops but internally admits that it was a struggle.
Wowsa, could you be any more unprofessional and bitchy Anita? Seriously.
Phil encourages Becca to talk, pointing out that Anita is actually there to help. Becca naturally asks why, instead of thinking that this is because she's a vampire hunter, Anita wanks on about how she hurt her and made her cry, so why would I want to help her.
Anita explains that Nicky gave her an offer she really couldn't resist, Becca naturally doesn't believe her so Anita snarks about that's what happens when you tell the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.
Clearly the moral of the story here is to never tell the truth because no one will believe you anyways.
What sort of people do LKH hang out with? Seriously that's a pretty bleak way to look at people, I'm actually a little impressed, I'm a cynical bastard and still have more faith in people then this.
Becca goes on to ask what sort of vamp could threaten the mystical Executioner? Anita points out that she isn't actually a bogeyman, she's human and the master of the city is a scary motherfucker. If you say so, Nicky wasn't exactly what I'd call stable, but she didn't scare me, or make me wonder how Anita will take her down either. She just seems like a mildly more powerful the average vamp.
Becca looks skeptical, but starts telling her the same story she told the police, as bland and useless as a new-minted penny.
Why would a new-minted penny be bland and useless? New coins are remarkably shiny and are as useful as a old one...
Anita cuts her off, stating that she's trying to catch whatever it was that murdered her boyfriend. Phil hugs her and tells her to tell Anita what she told him, she bites her lip then admits that they were at a freak party that night.
Anita blinks, stating that she knows a freak is someone who likes vampires... ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! THAT IS THE MOST FUCKING INSENSITIVE FUCKING THING I'VE EVER FUCKING READ! They seriously don't have a proper term for those who like vampires? Hell people who like the dead, animals and small kids have more respectful fucking terms then that.
Phil nods, stating that a *sigh* freak party.. Is basically a swingers party, you go and have a vamp anyway you like and they have you anyway they like.
He darts his eyes up to meet Anita's before ducking his head again, Anita figures that he doesn't like what he saw.
Fuck you're a judgmental piece of shit Anita...
Anita goes on about how she's trying to keep her face blank, but is struggling since I guess people sleeping with vampires are extremely shocking to her?
She asks if anything else happens at these sort of parties, when Becca looks at her blankly we get... We get this.
"Did anything out of the ordinary happen at the freak party?" When in doubt, change your vocabulary.
Right, sorry psychotic break is over.... Back to the normal broadcast
Becca doesn't reply, looking down at her lap as her hair falls over her face, Anita then asks if Maurice had any enemies, Becca slowly shakes her head and seems on the edge of a total breakdown.
How badly did I want to know? Not that badly. I let it go. Anita Blake, humanitarian.
Not pushing someone so they completely snap isn't being a humanitarian, that's being having fucking empathy and since you're suppose to be this big bad investigator the fact that you let it get this bad makes me want to slap you stupid!
Phil tucks Becca back into bed while Anita waits in the living room, thinking that she was expecting to hear a giggle or something to indicate that Phil was working his charm, instead all she gets is the soft rustling of sheets and murmured voices, probably as he tries to convince her not to call the cops on the crazy lady asking her questions.
When he comes out of the room, he appears relaxed but Anita can just tell that he's feeling hostile, but she's not sure if he's pissed at her, or the situation Becca is in.
They then proceed to have a conversation about how this could have been in, in HER FREAKING LIVING ROOM! SHE CAN PROBABLY HEAR YOU ASSHOLES YOU KNOW?!
Anita thinks that she doesn't know what to say besides there but for the grace of god go you? Before figuring that God had much to do with Phillip's world.
So he bought this on himself?
Phil goes on to state that he knows at least two other murdered vamps that were part of the freak scene. How did no one make this connection beforehand? Even if this is underground thing it would show up somewhere.
She asks if the rest of the victims could be freak aficionados?
Phil replies that he doesn't know, but is more then willing to find out for her.
Could I trust him to find out? Would he tell me the truth? Would it endanger him? No answers, just more questions. but at least the questions were getting better. Freak parties. A common thread, a real life clue. Hot dog.
Thank fuck that chapter is over, I'm going to go and kill some dragons in Skyrim to clear my mind and soul from this bullshit.
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