With the Utmost Loyalty

[Bram Busby]

Night had long since passed and Bram had been waiting in his room for the perfect moment. His roommates were easy to qwell, a few drinks and they were out like a light. Lightweights. But the people down in the common rooms were his main concern. Noisy bastards never seemed to sleep, it wasn't until about a quarter after two that he had finally been able to come down to the empty common room. Carefully he walked up to the entrance of the boys dorm, whispering a locking spell, he did the same for the girls. He wasn't about to have someone just walk in on him heeell no. Once the extra precautions had been taken care of he knelt before the fire place, stabbing his wand into the burnt out ashes to get a few flames going.

Bram whispered a spell and stuck his face into the faint flame. The view changed and he was suddenly staring at the familiar room. Brams face appeared in Vincents fireplace located in the living room where he typically had tea.

[Vincent de Monte]

His watch had to be wrong, it couldn't possibly be 2 A.M. already. "Christ.." Vincent hated having time off. Every once in a while the boss man would give him a week's paid vacation to keep from going insane. Hit wizards were essentially assassins and it was far more than just a job, it was a way of life. He didn't work 9-5 and come home every evening to a home cooked meal. Vincent spent most of his time hidden in the shadows, away for weeks and sometimes months. He barely slept and when he did it was mostly rundown hotels or alleyways. A man could only take so much bad room service and cheap hookers before losing his mind. Even so, he wasn't accustomed to sitting home doing nothing. THAT was driving him mad, not the job. Around midnight, he gave up all hope of falling asleep and grabbed an old copy of the Prophet he kept around for shooing mice away, and stumbled upon the sudoku section. Normally he wouldn't pay mind to such things, but he was bored and it was slightly intriguing. Too bad he couldn't quite figure out how to play.

"TO HELL WITH YOU THEN YOU FILTHY WHORE!" Away went the newspaper into the fireplace, the latest victim of Vincent's rage. Several hours before, the cat had met the same unfortunate end when she decided to nap on his new black jacket, covering it in white fur. Vincent shouted several more inaudible profanities and was about to head upstairs to bed, but it suddenly felt as though he was being watched. Every inch of the house was covered with anti-intruder charms, inside and out..so a break in was out of the question and besides, he would have smelled the bastard as soon as he set foot on the property. "Busby.." Vincent knelt down by the fireplace and was not at all surprised to see what was unmistakeably the face of Busby, or something like it.

"You're late. What have you got for me so far?"

[Bram Busby]

Bram felt himself choke a bit as Vincent came closer. It seemed like a dream what with being stuck so far from him in this hell hole. Bram couldn't help but feel guilty on being neglectful on some of his duties while this current mission occupied his brain, but it made himself feel better to see that his Master was all in one piece and not sickly looking. "...." He looked behind him at the common room for a moment out of paranoia before returning to the flames. "We've got a bit of a problem" he added in a sullen tone, though his insides were in glee. That wench was finally going to get what she deserved... Bram wondered if his master would allow him the honor of watching her be torn flesh by flesh or whatever other gruesome torture his master decided on. He was positive it would be great.

"Seems the bitch has rattled her mouth already. Blabbing to some boyfriend of hers about everything from the plan to being unregistered..." Bram concentrated his focus on the leg of the chair. He needed to keep a serious face... he couldnt smile and laugh. No.. Master wasn't fond of mockery and with the faith he put in the dumb ho, Bram was sure he would be very pissed. ;D

[Vincent de Monte]

Vincent was going to wrap his hands around the bitch's neck and strangle every last ounce of life out of her. How dare she delibrately defy him and reveal herself to that horny little pissbag. He should have known better than to bestow his trust on a teenage girl, how foolish! Busby was going to get his as well just for existing. If the little twit wasn't so incompotent, HE would have been the one to carry out the mission, not that insubordinate little whore. Lucky for both of them, Vincent was a level headed man and was able to come up with a solution almost instantly.

"Listen here, you patetic excuse for human being." he instructed, with a cold sneer. "You're going to tell the girl that she is to meet with me HERE three days from tomorrow. While the rest of the brats are enjoying a weekend at Hogsmeade, you will take the opportunity to bring her here." he contemplated something for a moment befroe adding, "Further instructions will be follow once I have her in my possession.." It was all rather ingenious, really. Once the girl was within reach, Vincent would spill her guts out all over his linoleum floor and Busby would be responsible for disposing of the boy. Several months will follow with absolutely no contact until it was safe enough to begin the next side project.
"Now get out of my sight.." he growled, turning away from the fireplace..even more eager for a new day to dawn.

[Bram Busby]

Bram imagined what would become of her. Her face smashed against the floor beyond recognition, her insides bruised to a pulp until she was puking them out.. He sighed in a daze. His master was so wonderful, he would be grateful to clean up any mess so long as they were the remains of her. Before Bram could say anything else he saw that Vincent had taken it upon himself to turn away and leave. Hmph. "... G-good night" he whimpered pathetically "dont let the bed bugs bite" he added then quickly scurried before he really got a beating even though it was impossible what with their distance. Still.. he didn't like to test his maters capabilities, nor fate. Bram looked around the empty common room, it was just the way he left it. Good. Putting out the flames, quietly, he rose up and removed the locking spells then went into his room.

Three days from now was a long time... Bram hung his head and went to bed, dreaming only of his Master.