Unknown Plans

What are you doing Stella? Stella? What. A flat reply is returned. That is precisely what I'm asking you. Grace spies a familiar tin sitting on the desk and Stella is busy writing something out. I had an idea, that's all. Nothing for you to be concerned about, dear sister. Everything you do is a concern for me now. Grace moves closer, but Stella covers what she is working on. Did he give you more instructions? Oh, you could say that, but not related to my current diversion. Go, take your evening walk and don't give me another thought, everything is just fine. Grace can see her sister will not give up any further information and she appears calm, which is a good sign. I promise not to kill anyone tonight...(that will come later goes through Stella's mind like a song.) Displaying her sweetest smile, Stella gently pushes Grace out the door and waves.
Leaning back against the hard wood, shutting the door, she smiles in a way that always frightens her victims speechless. Saying to herself, I have some plans to make and the solitude will aid me in my task. A low growl escapes her throat, with a tongue curling around her fangs, she returns to the desk to finish her letter.