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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Veronica Sterling</span><br/><b>Time:</b>July 19th, Late evening - July 20th, Early morning<br/><b>Location: </b>Stuttgart, Germany<br/><b>Mood Song:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DaYh3k0SxdIY&amp;hash=835cd9f417d841af499fb7d720d3a13b" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYh3k0SxdIY" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Beauty of Annihilation - Elena Siegman</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>As picture<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Tristan (<a class="username" data-user-id="11190" data-username="Teddy Naj" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11190/">Teddy Naj</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Alissa, Addy<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Veronica never liked these loud clubs. Too many variables, too much noise to do her calculations at the speed she was use to. And gods the drinks were always overpriced. That didn't stop her from getting several shots of vodka as she watched Tristan's show. He would be an easy enough target, as would his sister. According to her intel, they both had their memories wiped, unable to use their powers.  Killing them here would just be too much attention. Too many witnesses, too many loopholes to close.<br/><br/>When Tristan's set finished, Veronica prepared to make her move. A move that, upon spotting a redheaded woman approach Tristan, was cut short. The woman was all too familiar to Veronica. After all, it wasn't her first encounter with the Daughtrys. Veronica spent the rest of the night stalking Tristan and his date, and in the morning, she allowed Tristan to leave peacefully before entering the woman's abode. A mind-wiped target could be handled at any point, but Adaleigh... She was too dangerous to keep alive for long.<br/><br/>"Good morning Adaleigh. I didn't think you'd come crawling out of your hole after what I did to your mother, and yet here we are." Veronica said once she was standing at the woman's bedside. The look of pure terror on the redhead's face was sweet sustenance to the silver-haired girl. "Maybe once I'm done here, I'll take whatever's left of you and give it your sister as a gift. Little Bea and I have been playing together a lot since I turned your mommy into a bloodstain."<br/><br/>The redhead started to stammer, then switched to screaming, then silence. Veronica giggled softly, looking over the now bloody room. She had killed her parents in a similar way when her powers first manifested. But now she had complete control. Complete power over reality. And now "Addy's" body was sprayed all across the room. As she admired her artwork, the redhead's phone rang. Being curious, Veronica answered it. The voice sounded familiar; Tristan's voice. She was so sucked into trying to recognize the voice that she missed Tristan saying the girl's name. Whatever, she knew it was Addy's corpse she was surrounded by. The playboy just wanted his jacket back, then hung up.<br/><br/>Veronica looked around briefly, donned the pilfered jacket she had seen Tristan wearing the previous night, then stepped out the window she had entered through, floating off to her next kill, leaving the gore-filled room for police to eventually find.