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The crowd screamed their names, even from backstage Mira could hear the thousands of fans screaming for them, feeling their stamping feet. The air was electric with anticipation.
“You have wonderful cheekbones,” the makeup artist was saying to her as he brushed blush higher onto her face. “You were positively made for the spotlight, for the camera. For the fans.”
“Thank you.” She simply said, letting the man do his craft. There was limited time before they were expected on stage and they couldn’t be late again. The venue had torn Bobby apart last time.
The artist dipped his brush into his tube of lipstick, carefully colouring her signature pout. “Seriously. You could have so many opportunities if you thought about it. I know people who would love you to model their clothing lines…”
Mira opened her eyes. She wasn’t born yesterday. She knew what the man was about now.
She would need to talk to Bobby about him later. Get a new artist.
“Let me guess, the clothing line is in a warehouse with dim lights, there will be two or three people there, the camera loves me, and what happens in the warehouse, stays in the warehouse?” she asked him, seeing him sputter. “Not happening.”
The man made some sort of excuse and quickly left. Good riddance. Mira made a mental note to talk to Bobby about him, get one that wasn’t so predatory…
She changed quickly, letting the shirt hang low off one shoulder. It was a new tshirt, one from their newest line. She eyed herself in the mirror before nodding.
It would do.
“Come on girls! Five minutes until showtime!” Bobby rushed by, tapping away on his phone. “The fans are going nuts out there. Vendors are already sold out of most of their goods and…” his eyes landed on Mira and his mouth dropped.
“What?” Mira asked, an eyebrow raising. Bobby didn’t have such violent reactions usually. As animated as he was he was usually very encouraging of their unique styles. “Did the makeup stylist do something to my face?”
Bobby snapped out of it. “No no! You are flawless and fierce as always! Slay! I just… let’s get you a better top. Something… not that you need to cover up, you are gorgeous and confident as you should… Rumi! Rumi? Do you have a spare top?” He rushed off.
That was weird. Mira wasn’t sure what that was all about.
“Hey Bobby is acting really weird, you wouldn’t happen to know what that is all about, would you?” Zoey came up to Mira, putting her headset in her ear. She too froze when she saw Mira. “Oh….”
“I don’t know. He made the same face you’re making now.” Mira said, waving her hands in front of Zoey. “You ok? It’s like you saw a ghost.”
Bobby ran back, holding one of Rumi’s jackets under his arms. “Here. You don’t need to zip it up and it might be tight…”
“Would someone just explain to me what is going on?” Mira snapped at them.
Zoey flushed before grabbing her phone and quickly taking a photo. Without a word she turned the screen towards Mira.
Just below her shoulder was a large red and purple bite mark. She could almost see every tooth detail.
Her face erupted with heat. “Those fucking assholes!” she screamed, grabbing the jacket and shoving her arms through.
“Wait! Before you put on your jacket, I have a balm that I want to put on it!” Zoey said, grabbing her purse. “It make it feel so much better and heal faster!”
Mira groaned, letting Zoey dab the medicine on her. “I have so many questions for you.” She hissed to her ear, making Zoey squeak.
* * * * *
The demons were gathered around the laptop, Baby typing on it. “Tell me again why we are doing this?” He asked, working away.
“Listen, it makes sense.” Jinu said to him. “Huntrix are always going to try and protect their fans first and foremost, they are what fuels the honmon. So if we get people to come to us on their own accord we will be able to pick out more souls for Gwi-Ma.”
“So, we are advertising our services for assassinations? And the best way to do that is through a website?” Baby asked, looking at him, his hands never stilling.
Jinu shrugged. “Gwi-Ma is interested in trying it.” He said simply.
Baby shrugged, his attention going back to the screen. “Whatever. You guys have been acting weird lately.”
There was a loud dinging sound. Abby and Romance both reached into their pockets to grab their phones to look at them. Both of them looked at each other and grinned.
“You guys good?” Mystery asked, still hovering over Baby’s shoulders.
“Perfectly fine.” They said together in unison.
They had both received the same message. A picture of a bitemark on a familiar shoulder with pink hair. And a short text message simply saying “I’ll kill you both, fuckfaces!”