| "Chapter 4" |
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Out of City: Abandoned Train Depot.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Serge looked over the handiwork of the ghouls. Most interesting he thought to himself, the tracks looked fine, and indeed they would be fine, that was the magic, they had never been fine. Well not for many a year. But they had fixed them. Now they could get the train in here and off loaded. But first, they needed to get the train. He turned to a Gangrel: “You, come with me. Gather up the team. I do not trust these ghouls with this job; we must take the train ourselves.” He turned himself around and spotted again what he had noticed before, an overpass, a natural overpass. Perfect. He looked again to the Gangrel who was nervous, too obviously nervous, Serge just looked at him in pure disgust and left. Heading towards a cage, a strong, secure cage which from inside noises could be heard: “Soon my beauties you will be let out to wreak havoc on the train, and all those who dare stand in my way” He smirked as he turned and eyed the Gangrel who had been watching him. The creatures in the cage, what could be said of them? They were created by Jacob out of, the remains of victims, monstrous and dangerous creatures. No bigger than a sheep. All twisted and deformed, bloody pulp messes. No real shape, though mouths and eyes of some sort were there. They were beautiful in Serge’s eyes. They were to be moved up and waiting to jump the train. “Only a while longer my beauties, only a while longer…” In the Middle East~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Janni awakens and looks around her large suite with a smile. The sun has barely set leaving a golden and pinkish hue in the room. She dons her sunglasses, rises and reaches for the sheer black robe left lying on the bed. The sheerness of the obsidian diaphanous material only enhances her nakedness. She sits before the vanity using the beautiful pearl hairbrush in her long, black hair. She leaves thin, soft tendrils around her face as she puts her hair up expertly. She grins at herself in the mirror and whispers to only herself, "We Assamite are lucky...our skin never pale but just looking more tanned as we age." She adds just a minimal amount of color to accentuate her cheekbones and adds her favorite black eyeliner to her eyes along with mascara on her long eyelashes. A little more black to darken her eyebrows then the deep red lipstick then blows a kiss to herself. Just as she stands again there is a faint knock at the door of her suite. She opens the door to a butler with a tray of coffee and some fruit and croissants. She starts to walk to her closet as he places the tray on her table but feels his eyes upon her. She is well aware of how male mortals view her, want her, obsess over her and she loves it. Vampire males are the same way and she's used her feminine wiles more times than not to get close to her contract for an easy kill. She pulls one of the buttery soft, black leather catsuits from the closet laying it on the chaise, along with the ankle height, high-heeled black leather boots. She grins at the butler as she removes her robe letting it fall to the floor and although the leather suit is only a mere 4 feet away orders him to fetch it for her. As he walks to the chaise she turns and reaches for the lavender scented perfume applying it sparingly behind her ears and between her breasts. She giggles as she takes the suit from him which reveals quite a large indication that he approves. In her sultry, gravely voice she thanks him then dismisses him from her suite. She dons the catsuit and boots, smoothing it down like a second skin, leaving a considerable few inches unzipped. She removes her sunglasses, waves her hand and a large bookcase slides to the left revealing a small armory filled with daggers, swords, and other weapons of various types. She methodically grabs the black leather strap with a sheath for her favorite dagger and straps it to her right thigh. She takes a kubaton with a small knife inside and slides it down between her breasts. She pulls down the black leather belt and fastens it around her waist. She checks the pocket attached to it and verifies it contains 4-4" airclaw throwing stars. She pulls the katana from its sheath to make sure it's clean. She checks the pair of black sais to make sure they're perfect and attaches them with straps to her back. She checks for her gun in the holster in her belt. Janni leaves the armory, waves her hand and watches as the bookcase slides back into place and locks. Janni turns quickly as she hears a noise behind her and finds the butler is still there and has been watching. "Why are you still here human?" He can only look back at her and stutter empty words. "By the look of...things...this is quite exciting for you isn’t' it?" "Y..Y..Yes Ma'am." Janni walks slowly towards him then walks around him in a circle brushing up against him. She traces a long, black enameled fingernail along his jaw...her face only inches from his. She leans closer, licks his ear then whispers, "I'm hungry doll" then licks his neck to find the vein closest to the surface. She presses up against him..."let me feed?" The butler can only stutter again as he gives an affirmative nod. Janni grins, grabs a handful of his hair, pulls his head to the side hard and sinks her fangs into his neck deeply. His stutters turn to screams then moans as she rubs up against him. She moans herself as the sweet taste of thick crimson flows along her tongue and down her throat. She feels him shudder as he cums in his pants giving her her queue and she snaps his head sharply, breaking his neck and killing him. She holds him up long enough to kiss his lips...hers covered with his blood and leaving it on his lips then drops him to the floor with a thud and a wicked grin as she licks her lips. With a point of her finger he is lifted off the floor and thrown across the room into the huge wall-sized fireplace which immediately sparks into a roaring fire. The Assamite Assassin walks over to her table, picks up the contract to double check the name, looks over the map again before throwing it into the fire, then folds the contract and stuffs it into her belt. Janni steps out onto her balcony into the night then jumps...time to fulfill another contract. Death Manor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vilona could feel the tingle of something familiar. It wasn’t a person, but it had the definite feeling of family. She smiled wondering what would await her this evening. Suzanne had been acting very peculiar recently. Asking odd questions, almost smothering her with affection and offering her precious nourishment more often than normal. It was beginning to worry Vilona. She began to worry that Suzanne was ill, or maybe Vilona hadn’t been careful enough. Maybe the connection was becoming a bond regardless. Vilona closed her eyes and sighed, “God please don’t let her become a ghoul. I want her to have the will to leave when she wants too. Please Lord… I wonder if you really do hear ‘MY’ prayers…” Her eyes opened to see a timid slender Siamese kitten perched on her balcony ledge. With a smile and an imitated purr she reaches forward. The kitten’s fur bristles and her back arches. Vilona keeps her hand still, patiently letting her little visitor decide whether she would venture a sniff or to run. Disappointedly Vilona watched as her visitor jumped to the nearby tree branch and scampers back to ground. Her eyes stayed focused on the ground long after the kitten had disappeared. The ground was scattered with deposited leaves from the trees. The trees were starting to thin out, soon the snow would arrive. She was sure if she would be shivering if she still felt the cold. Suddenly she became aware of the phone ringing. “Suzanne?...No you didn’t disturb me… Yes, I can go without my feeding tonight. Is everything alright? Do you mean Trevor? How long will he be staying? Take as long as you need my dear. I can go several days without feeding. Is that why you’ve been so generous? You were “stocking-up” with me?” Vilona laughed softly to finally understand what has been going on with Suzanne. “What a relief my dear. I was afraid you were ill, and preparing me for the worst. This is wonderful. Enjoy your visit and call me if you need me…” Hanging up the phone softly, she smiled again and drifted out to the garden to prune her roses. Salem, Mass.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ American Airlines, the busiest airliner with the most popular name. It didn't matter what service he got as long as he got it fast. Gretchen swore up and down that this new potential client was going to save the firm. Gretchen... what a sweetheart. Trevor might have dated someone like her in her earlier years. Such dedication to a cause which really means nothing to her other than her income. But who would have that kind of money to pay off such a huge debt? 1.8 million dollars is nothing to scoff at as far as debt is concerned. Trevor chuckles slightly at the thought of the potential client. For all he knows P. Diddy is hiring him to check up on the competition for his reality TV show. God knows... he hates those shows. Reality TV. Entertainment to Trevor has always been in fantasy of justice, virtue and the American Way... not some drama queen’s life story. So now he is walking through the terminal, in his giddy rushed walk that he has when his mind is clouded in thought. His eyes skim the direction signs to find gate A-12. Suddenly, he sees it and runs to it as the desk clerk announces the final call for flight 3248. He made it just before the clerk hooked the rope to close off the gate. A flight attendant escorted him to the last available seat and he took his seat with an exasperated sigh. He closed his eyes for a moment and the next thing he felt was a like his mind was escaping his body through his eyes and just drifting high above into the great big nothing... America~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was just after sunset. The air was crisp and the sky was partly cloudy. Would there be snow? The forecaster says "yes", but who can really depend on that with certainty? She drove her BMW up the narrow driveway to the vine covered cottage. It look deserted but for the smoke curling out of the chimney. Through the windows one could see a faint flicker from the fireplace. She stopped the car in front of the cottage's walkway and turned the engine off. The breeze had picked up from earlier in the day...instead of slight gusts, the breeze was steady. Leaves still tumbled to the ground, glinting their hint of color in the intermittent moon glow. She heard a loud pop and looked up to see an acorn rolling down the tin roof of the cottage. The oak trees were shedding more than their leaves, it seems. She removed the key from the ignition and placed it in her pocket as she opened the car door. She picked up the metal briefcase from the seat next to her and as she turned to get out, the rush of cold air into the warm car made her shiver. As she stood, she brushed her hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind one ear, then closed the car door. She moved gracefully up the sidewalk and onto the porch. She knocked...and as the door slowly opened, she saw a woman's silhouette. "Hello...my name is Faoland Cawthorne. I have a delivery for The Lady Dark." |