Lacy hit the gas and a sinister smile took over her face. "Yeah, zombie fuckers, die. Leave my city. Go back to hell where you belong!"
There was a fair amount more vulgarity, but for the sake of decency it shant be mentioned here. Truthfully, Lacy was just happy to be useful. She knew how much shit happened off the grid in this city, and this episode of American Horror Story was just one example. She hit another one, hearing the "thud, thud crack," of the skeleton beneath the paddy wagon. "Sorry it's bumpy," she yelled to the back. Her front seat companion looked almost in prayer. What were they all so scared of? She drove like a fucking beast.
She hooked over to Pine, and took down a whole squad of them. A few hung on to the driver's side, but a few quick head shots out the window got them out of the way. She was driving with one hand, at way past the speed limit, shooting a gun and mowing down zombies. This was the best day of her life! All she needed was a cigarette and a good screw and she'd be fully content. It almost never happened to the workaholic.
When they reached the cemetery, she skidded to an equally brutal stop, giving a fair amount of whip lash to the people in the back. She heard a muffled, "fucking bitch" that sounded like the blonde. A white woman inconvenienced? Oh the humanity. She laughed, and jumped out of the car, gun drawn. She stood next to Wren, as he seemed the most steady, and pointed her gun at the approaching giantess.
"CPD! Get on the fucking ground. Drop all wands, potions, herbs, or candles you may be carrying."
The ride was... unpleasant. Tess was not a car person. If need be a broom and her telekinesis would do just fine. The filthy cop drove like a goddamn lunatic, and sweet visions of her slit throat got Thesdea Thane through the worst of the ride, that and her main accuser was in the front and out of range. The others were a mixed bag. The cat was just a filthy shifter, but the Druid had great power. She sensed it was still limited. He needed to learn more, and Tess easily saw a way to gain an ally. Her feminine charms often did well on men, and she had to admit, Daddy had quite the bod. Lick.
Then there was sweet little Shiobhan. She seemed ill, and out of sorts, this amount of magic probably overwhelming her. What did Black Philip want with this wretch? True she smelled powerful, but that could not be enough. What value did her soul have? If not today, she'd need an outing with Ms. Herbs. Then they stopped suddenly, and Tess didn't have time to stop her momentum with magic. She smacked into the wall of the van, and screamed in pain. That damn cop was trying to kill her. "Fucking bitch," she whispered.
When they got inside the cemetery, Tess stayed close to Wren too. Then she saw her real target. "Saint" Sabrina was coming right to her. She wondered if the tall one smelt her dark magic like these other fools couldn't. Still, she pumped up her glamour of goodness, hoping it might buy her an audience. She began to chant under her breath, "Phantasmata decepturus est, speculorum spatio et in tempore, cum sit mihi carmen istud deleas miserationes. Anima mea, vidistis in me sed haec lux mea se relinquere SCENA." Could she finish it in time?
((English:"Illusions, mirrors, time and space, with this spell let me erase. Project my soul, let me be seen, but let my self leave this scene." ))