The Overthrow of Busistocaria

Blake rested the spear on his shoulder as he ripped off the bandages and took his shirt tied around his waist pulling it over his head and across his torso.

 

Alice sat down next to Rosalie, and Jasper next to Alice.

 

Blake grinned, "Thats one way to get 'FIRED'", the joke made a few refugees cry

 

A sword, the green glowing sword, was held at Blake's back, the tip knicking his skin. "Do not frighten the refugees, and do not make pitiful jokes." Vallyn sneered, his body hidden by an abnormal darkness. The circle of light made by the glowball concaved where Vallyn the Drow-Shade stood, for darkness took it.

 

Blake raised his hands, "Sorry, i thought I could lighten everybody up".

 

"Do the two of you have something against eachother?" Alice asked.

Jasper worked on calming down the crowd.

 

"Again with the jokes?" He asked, his voice tinged with a dark desire. Vallyn held the sword there, not caring much if he "accidentally" killed the boy or not.

 

"Er, I think he stabbed me once" Blake said without any hatred in his voice just dullness

 

"Will the two of you please put the swords down?" Rosalie asked.

 

Blake dropped his spear, "Oh wait you said sword!" he jested

 

Rosalie sighed, "Weapons then."

 

Blake giggled a bit

 

Rosalie smiled mockingly.

 

Blake moved over from Vallyn

 

Rosalie continued to sit.

Alice and Jasper whispered to each other, practically silent to the others.

 

"OH!", Blake splurted out the look of terror on his face, "...oh wait he would of got themselves out" he said half thinking

 

Rosalie looked over at Blake, confused.

 

Vallyn cocked his head over to Alice and Jasper, casting away his globe of darkness. "And you, vampires, what are you talking about?" He asked casually.

 

Blake saw her looking at him, "Don't mind me" he said putting one hand behind his head and smiling.

 

Alice and Jasper looked up at him at the same time, "Just casual chit-chat." They answered.

Rosalie smiled back, "Whatever you say."