Death Kult: Urban Fantasy

Death Kult Love read the note nailed to his door. He winced when he saw it, partially because of the reminder of his ex-girlfriend, partially because of the existence of Death Kult, and partially because it was going to be a right pain in the ass to pull out the nail, put in putty, and stain it to match the door so his landlord didn't kick him out. If it had been an animal nailed to the door, he would have been evicted already, and he knew it. Make Kourtney was softening? Or maybe she just wanted to keep track of where he was. After he was evicted from the last place, it had taken him two weeks to find a new apartment, and it had taken her a month to find him. He wasn't entirely sure that that proved anything about the effectiveness of her Death Kult's "magic"--


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sabeth718/7796270648/
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: So low.