Devils Roses 04 - Witch

throat.
    “Uhm thanks for coming. Apparently we have a small problem. Uhm I’m not sure how this happened but I'm your new leader.”
    Sam looked down at Lucas and frowned, “Oh shit. This is going to be bad.”
    Giselle glared in his direction. He smiled at her and shook his head, "You got this."
    She looked back at the massive group, “Uhm is there anyone who has any questions?”
    They group began to laugh and heckle her.
    Sam watched the undead roaming the guards. They looked ready to cross the line any second and kill everyone. His skin felt alive as he paced the yard with Lucas. He was ready for a fight. Vampires were the easiest things they killed in a week.
    He looked down at the wolf, “This is not good. They will never follow her.”
    The wolf snorted. Dorian appeared behind them, “She needs our support not our criticism.”
    Sam looked back at Dorian, “How could you tell Aleks that it was a good idea to have Marcus turn her? Everyone knows his vampires are the royalty of the vampires.”
    Dorian frowned, “I never told him that. Besides we've all assumed that there was at least a handful of his blood left.”
    Sam laughed spitefully, “Well that was a great gamble. You just made Giselle the Vampire Queen. Jesus.”
    Dorian growled at Sam. He stepped past him and addressed the crowd, “The new Queen has our support. Mine and Lorri’s.”
    A large man at the edge of the guard laughed, “Black Angel of Death, was it you who took our father?”
    Dorian shook his head, “It doesn’t matter who killed him. Your blood tells you who the rightful heir is. Her name is Queen Giselle.”
    Giselle blushed, “Oh uhm just call me Giselle.”
    A cry shot from the crowd, “We will not kneel before her. She is barely a week old.”
    Giselle looked insulted, “Hey I’m twenty-one asshat.”
    The crowd laughed, “Black Angel of death you can’t expect this to rule us for the next thousand years?”
    “Let us kill her and make our next ruler someone powerful.”
    “You angels overstep your bounds.”
    Aimee and Lorri walked from the front steps, stilling the crowd.
    “SHE IS A MURDERER. YOU HOUSE MURDERERS HERE. THIS IS A HOUSE OF HYPOCRISY!”
    “GIVE US THE DEMON!”
    Sam watched Aimee's eyes grow cold.
    The crowd erupted.
    Lorri put a hand in the air, “She works for me and is allowed the protection of my laws. The laws of the maker. Marcus lived by these laws and Queen Giselle will abide by them and enforce them as well.”
    “You have no rights Lucifer. You fell. You have no right to rein over us.”
    “Only our true ruler will rule over us.”
    Lorri rolled her eyes, “Fucking idiots.” She looked back at Giselle, “Be ready to kick some ass.”
    Giselle gulped, “I don’t actually know how to fight Lorri.”
    Lorri looked at Sam and nodded. Sam walked to Giselle, “A rage will fill you. Let it take you. The power is inside of you. Ignore everything but what the rage tells you to do.”
    Giselle frowned, “Dude look at me. I’ve never even had a sister to fight with. Nothing. I slapped a guy once. Like, I got nothing.”
    "Remember all the training you had? You did great then."
    "No I sucked. I was just fast. Remember when I ran away?"
    Sam wanted to slap her, "Giselle, you can do this. There is anger and magic inside of you. Let it rise.”
    "Like, my fangs."
    Sam winced, "No."
    Aimee stepped forward, "Okay you know when you're like tired from the stale air in the mall and then you drink espresso and suddenly you feel like you can shop some more?"
    Giselle nodded, "Oh my god Aimee have you been shopping without me? Are those boots new?"
    Aimee clenched her jaw momentarily, "No sweetie. The blood is like the espresso. You just need to ask it to come to you and it will. Close your eyes for a second and focus."
    She looked confused, absolutely gorgeous but confused nonetheless. Sam had zero faith in her abilities. He looked at Lucas and knew the wolf felt the same.
    "You got this Giselle." Aimee stepped to the side and watched the crowd. Sam knew her presence made everyone uneasy.
    Aimee looked fierce, her grey eyes were molten steel and already set on which vampire she would kill first. Her black tank top was stained in blood but was hard to see as she almost always wore black. She wore blood red leather pants and huge dark brown knee high boots. Black stains and dried bits clung to her everywhere.
    Looking at her, Sam had a hard time imagining her as Giselle remembered her. Sweet and