Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight.
A/N: okay, this story is situated in our world, using the actors on the cast of Twilight. This came to me awhile ago, and only now I have the courage to finally make it public. The cast won't come into the story until much later. So here goes.
Chapter 1
A couple was thrown onto the ground. They had been badly mistreated, sporting bruises, cuts and black eyes. The woman, an African-American, was unmistakably pregnant, but carried the same amount of injuries as the man sprawled by her side. Her eyes were clear, her chin set in defiance. She glared at the man lounging on an extravagantly masculine chair, meeting his eyes with no fear.
"Alexo Azarov," the man said. The injured man, Alexo, flinched. "You were spotted passing information to this man." He pulls out a creased photograph, depicting a man with white-blond hair and laughing blue eyes. "A few weeks ago, Azazel-" he indicated the dark man beside him"-found him dead in a ditch. he was identified as an undercover CIA agent, from America." Alexo went deathly white.
"S-Sire," blubbered Alexo.
Quick as a flash, the man stood and strode towards Alexo. Alexo whimpered, seeing the rage and hatred in his superior's face. "You have no right to call me Sire!" He screamed, kicking Alexo in his midsection. "I lost millions because of you! Two of my best arenas gone! Because of Americans!" His roar echoed uncomfortably around the dome-shaped room. The woman did not react. "WHAT ELSE DID YOU TELL HIM!"
Bloodied spit dripped out of the side of Alexo's mouth. It hurt even to breathe. One eye was out of focus. Knuckles dripping with blood, the man stood, eyes cold as death. One of six guards passed him a warmed towel.
"Nothing to say, Alexo?" The man taunted, wiping himself clean. Alexo whimpered. "Maybe if I give your wife a makeover-" He yanked on the woman's thick dark hair, until her back was bent in reverse. Tears sprang out in the woman's eyes. "-you'll finally talk." He lightly ran the tip of a dagger along her olive-toned cheeks.
"S-She's no' my wif'," gurgled Alexo. "F-Found her on 'e s'ree."
The blue-grey eyes of the man suddenly turned frigid. "Well, well, well." The woman felt the hairs on her neck stand. "So you're another one."
Oh god, she thought. He thinks I'm a spy!
"Let's see how you report back to your boss when I'm done with you, shall we?" The woman pressed her lips tightly together. The dagger bit into her lips, drawing blood. She stared at the man in fright. It dug deeper. "What fun we're going to have!"
"Enough." The voice was soft, slightly high-pirtched; a child's.
Everyone stopped moving. The command wasn't loud; there was no need. The echo of the word resonated with a quiet power held perfectly in check. The frigid ice that was the man's eyes melted.
"Alexa."
A lone figure detached itself from the shadows beyond the entrance. It paused, briefly, at the edge of the shadows. The warm golden-brown light that illuminated the room touched it, catching the vivid red hue of long wavy locks and the paleness of her face. Her eyes were an electrifying purple that seemed to capture the light; like a cat's.
"Yes?" The man continued to inquire.
"I want her, William."
The man, William, thought for a moment. "No."
One side of the child's mouth quirked. "Shall I speak to Bishop for the attempted murder of his own daughter?" The woman gasped. She knew the child. Alexa Bishop, daughter of Aeternus Bishop, the head of this illegal operation.
William went bone-white. He clenched his teeth tightly. "Why her?" He roughly turned the woman's face and smashed his lips violently against hers. "I happen to like her."
The child rolled her eyes. "You only want something when it's not yours, William. A common trait amongst men who don't know where they stand." The child stepped into the light. With shock, the woman realized that the child was barely six years old. Maybe younger. "Simply put, you are both a bully and a fool."
"She's my pet," he hissed.
"I'll buy her," she followed without missing a beat. She smiled. "Where's my prize money, Sordino?"
A woman stepped out behind the child. Voluptuous in form, her hair was richly thick and wavy, her eyes the colour of sweet honey. She looked prominently Hispanic, with maybe a touch of Spanish, clothed in a dark velvet top and jeans. There was a heavy-looking sack in her hands. She passed it to William, who released the woman and stood.
"Bishop gave me a cut of my earnings, since I performed beyond his wishes, and wanted to reward me." She smiled coldly. "I'm sure this will be enough."
"Sixty hundred thousand rubies," the voluptuous woman, Sordino, said. William stared, stunned, at the sack in his hands. That was a whole lifetime of his salary. Money, or a woman who clearly is worth more?
Sordino knelt down beside the pregnant woman. "Come." The woman hesitated. Sordino smiled. "It's okay. My mistress will not allow me to harm a hair on your precious head." The woman flushed, and started to rise unsteadily with Sordino's help.
Abruptly, a sword stopped a hairs' breadth away from the woman's face. A small dagger deflected it, in the hands of the flame-haired child.
"Let her go." Purple eyes darted towards Sordino.
"Yes, mistress," Sordino acquiescent. She helped the woman up.
Together, they left the room.
"You can have Alexo."
A/N: okay what do you think? R&R please.
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