Later On That Night

Betty Brant-Leeds sat alone on her bed looked to the alarm clock that read 9:24, and then happily proceeded to go through her prize of movies she had received from the raffle almost 2 hours ago. The first movie she pulled out was Day of The Dead, it lay next to her with the other movies alongside of The Hunger and Wax Works. She knew that she had a perfect line-up for movie nights with her friends. Then the telephone rang, the brunette picked it up with a cheerful voice, “Hello.”

“Betty,” came the rich sensual voice of her Master, “Have you won the prize?”

“Yes, of course, Master,” the female thrall answered, he was her master and she could not deny him.

“Do you desire to entertain with those films?” asked her master.

“Yes, yes I do,” Betty responded.

“I want you to enjoy those films with your 2 companions,” he commanded, “but the attendance of Mary Jane must be required for each nightly viewing of a film.”

“It will happen as you say, Master,” the brunette obeyed.

“Hang up the phone, store away your prize, and rest for tomorrow,” he commanded.

Betty smiled, obeyed her master’s instructions, and performed her nightly rituals. She would need her sleep to perform her master’s will.

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At 9:30, the phone rang but the Caller ID read Unknown, MJ had just come out of the shower after the third ring. The fact that number was not known left her confused but not wanting to be rude, picked up and answered it.

“Hey!” she said, “If this is 1 of those crank calls, you’d better stop!”

There was nothing but silence and she could have sworn she heard breathing it was beyond creepy. Especially since she had been getting those blank messages lately.

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It was 11:00 pm and in the new Castle Dracula a pair of female vampyr were spending the night in their apartment. The blue-skinned bride was cleaning and dissembling a gun. The more elderly-looking of the 2 was lying in a wooden container.

Scenes flashed, scenes of individuals and places, scene of an explosion in what appeared to be a backdrop of blue with large white blurs. The individuals were confusing as well; 1 was a mass of blue and red in what looked to be in the shape of a man, 1 was a strange mass and from experience was probably a man, and next was of a new shape. The new shape was not clear enough, it was slender, but it was indistinguishable whether it was male or female. Then nothing, the elderly woman-esque creature shot up from the box of soil she laid in. She knew she needed clearer visions before reporting to her master.

“What to do now?” Irene wondered aloud to herself.

Just then the blue-skinned bride, Raven, approached from behind; she recognized the signs of when Destiny had visions of the future.

“What have you seen, Irene?” inquired the bride, “Is it trouble for Master?”

“I can’t be sure, Raven,” the blind seer answered her former-mortal beloved, “I’m afraid it might be, but it wasn’t clear enough.”

This was troublesome, when her visions weren’t clear then there had to be actions that would clear them up, Raven knew this.

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It was somewhere in Brooklyn at 3:34 am that a certain Wall-Crawler had just finished a beat down with a gang of thugs. They had been trying to steal from a local gas station.

Dusting himself off with a red gloved hand, “Well, Spidey, ya better get home before MJ gets tired of waiting on ya.”

It was then that the self-proclaimed, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man launched a web-line and took off for home. He could not tell his wife what he was doing since he promised to sever the webs for what they thought was their family growing. At least before they lost the child and his clone Ben was killed by that incorrigible monster, Norman Osborn. He had to hurry, there was no time to lose.