Honestly, I don't even really think that anyone is going to read this story but if you do, please review and tell me what you think of it. I thought that it might be fun if Dusk and Sanguine had kids and then they all meet on a job and chaos ensues.
Please review! Pretty please?
"So Daddy, what exactly are we going to be doing for this job?" Raymond-Leroy Sanguine said to his father as they walked up into the office building. The day was cloudy and grey, not letting the late afternoon sun show itself. The chilly, early autumn wind making the few people that were walking down the streets of Dublin wear coats.
"I'm not entirely sure," William-Raymond Sanguine responded as they crossed the lobby of the building and stepped into an elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor. "But I'm sure they'll explain everything once we meet with our new employer."
"I think I heard we were going to be getting some things for a devise they want to build, like a 'World Destroyer Devise.'
"Another person who wants to destroy the world huh?" Sanguine said. He took his sunglasses off and wiped them. Ray-Roy did the same with his own pair.
"Appears so," the younger man put his sunglasses back over the black holes his eyes used to be and looked at his father. "Hopefully this job will be easy and I can go back out on the scene again."
Sanguine laughed, putting his pair on again to cover an identical set of black holes. "You're just like your old man."
"Yep, all of the pretty girls out there, so many to choose from. I can't choose just one it seems impossible."
"That's the way I felt too, until I met your mother."
"Too bad ditched ya as soon as I was born."
"Yeah, but I always liked being single."
"You are related to me."
They laughed and the elevator doors opened, the two walked down the hall until they got to a door. Ray-Roy reached for the door knob and turned it.
"I'm going to get a quick drink," Sanguine headed down the hall to a water fountain.
Ray-Roy opened the door and walked into the conference room. A long table sat in the middle of the room, about eight chairs lined each side of it. Other than that the room was empty, except for the girl.
She was young, only about twenty years old with long, black hair that went past her shoulders and she wore clothing that was just as black. Her jacket was open with the collar up. She sat like a statue, unmoving. And she was far too calm. She didn't bother sitting and was leaning against the far wall, legs and arms crossed, no emotion slipping across her face.
But Ray-Roy, taking after his father, put on a big grin and sauntered up to her, "Why hello there Pretty Girl."
Her eyes flickered to him.
Up close he could see that she was pale, very pale. And her eyes were an electric shade of blue.
His smile widened, he stuck out his hand. "Name's Raymond-Leroy Sanguine, at your service, and what is your name?"
She looked at his hand but didn't shake it. "About time you got here."
Then he realized: this girl was his employer. He put his hand down but his smile didn't dim. "So," he said. "What's the job me and my Daddy were hired for?"
"I don't know yet, he has not arrived."
So she wasn't the employer.
Ray-Roy leaned against the wall next to her. They stood in silence for a few moments.
"Nervous?" he asked.
"I don't get nervous."
"You don't? Not even a little?"
"No."
"What do you think the job's going to be like?"
"Like any other job I've done."
"And how do you figure that? You said you haven't met our employer yet."
"They are late. If they are late on purpose, obviously they want to show that they are in charge here and that what they say goes. This usually means they are insecure as a leader and that they are amateurs wanting to make a name for themselves. I am expecting many holes in their plan and that this job will be over by the end of the week. With the people we are bound to go up against the victors. But if they are late not on purpose obviously they are very bad at planning for unexpected delays and the outcome is the same."
Ray-Roy stared. "And you got all of that from them being late?"
"Yes."
He blinked and they stood in silence.
"So what's your name?"
"Shut up."
"Oh come on Pretty Girl," he went to put his arm around her shoulders but she grabbed his wrist, twisting it painfully. At the same time her leg flew up onto his arm, her high-heeled combat boot landing right on his shoulder joint. She shoved her weight downward on that leg, dislocating his shoulder and breaking his arm cleanly in three places. He didn't even have time to cry out before she slammed him into the ground, boot still on his bad shoulder and hands gripping his broken arm, applying pressure to make him squirm in pain. This all happened within an eye blink.
She leaned in close, her hair brushing his cheek. "Try that again," she said in a low, menacing voice. "And this'll be your neck."
Just at that moment the door opened and two men entered the room.
"What's going on in here?" Dusk asked, taking in the scene before him.
Sanguine's jaw dropped open when he saw his son at the mercy of a girl.
"He," the girl applied pressure to his arm making him let out a strangled squeal. "Tried to hit on me."
Dusk looked at Ray-Roy for a moment. "I'm surprised that's all you did."
The girl shrugged and stepped back, letting go of Ray-Roy's arm at the same. The way she moved told Ray-Roy that she was a Vampire like Dusk. "Didn't want to hurt him too much, might lose some money because I incapacitated one of the others."
"Wait," Sanguine said staring at Dusk and the girl. "You know each other?"
"Yes," Dusk said, moving to stand next to the girl. "This is my daughter."
"Your daughter?!"
"Yes. Sanguine, this is Vendetta. Vendetta this is Billy-Ray Sanguine."
Vendetta looked at him.
"Well," Sanguine said. "Since we're introducing everyone, I better introduce my son, Raymond-Leroy Sanguine."
Ray-Roy let out another pathetic sound. He stumbled back to his feet, gripping his arm tightly. He gave Vendetta a weak smile, "Couldn't harm me anymore than that could you because of my dashing good looks could ya Pretty Girl?"
"No, it was because I don't want to cause you to be unable to do this job and make me lose money."
Just then the door opened once again and a tall, broad shouldered man came in. His piercing green eyes locked onto the group and he gestured at Ray-Roy, "Get your arm fixed. The rest of you, take your seats."
"But-but where do I get my arm fixed?" Ray-Roy cried as the others moved to the chairs.
"Second door on the left."
Ray-Roy scowled and stormed out of the room.
Vendetta sat down next to her father, Sanguine was sitting across from them while the man stood at the head of the table.
"My name," the man said, "Is Isaac Slade. And I have called you here for a very important job."
"And that would be?" Sanguine asked.
Slade looked at him, "Collecting specific gems from around the world."
"You aren't having us steal these gems so that you can give them to your wife are you?"
Slade glared at Sanguine, "No. The gems I need you to collect have special compounds inside of them and once I have all of them I will put them inside of a special machine that will harness the power stowed inside the gems and put it into an object that I will use to gain entry to the English Sanctuary where I will obtain one of the most powerful weapons known to sorcerers other than the God-Killers.
"The reason these specific gems are so powerful is because they have magical properties in their chemical make-up and, put together, the magic based parts will be ignited. Then when they are inside of the weapon I will continue to take over the world. That part of the plan you do not need to concern yourself with."
Slade had just finished his sentence when Ray-Roy came back into the room. His arm was in a sling and he smiled as he sat down next to Sanguine. "What'd I miss?"
Slade sighed, "Sanguine please explain to your son what I just said."
"Sure thing," Sanguine turned to Ray-Roy. "We're gonna be collectin' gems for the boss and he's gonna to put them inside of a weapon that he's going to steal from the English Sanctuary. The gems are gonna power the weapon and he'll use the weapon to somehow take over the world."
Ray-Roy looked at him blankly. "Dumb it down for me."
"We," Sanguine gestured at the two Vampires, himself and his son. "Are going to collect gems that will power a weapon that will make the boss the ruler of the world."
Ray-Roy looked at him for a few seconds, Vendetta could practically hear the unused gears in his head slowly coming to life, his primitive mind processing and translating everything Sanguine said into what he could understood and what he forgot immediately. He smiled, "Okay. Got it."
Slade nodded, "Good. Now," he pulled out a sheet of paper. "There are ten gems in all, located around the world. To get them in the quickest amount of time I'll be splitting you into two teams. One team will be going after the opal, quartz, diamond, agate and topaz." He tossed a file onto the table.
"The second," he said. "Will go after the ruby, peridot, sapphire, aquamarine, and emerald," the second file landed next to the first.
"So what will our teams be?" Vendetta asked her voice quiet and devoid of emotion.
Slade turned his gaze to her, "Dusk and Sanguine will be the first pair," he said. "The second team with be made up of Vendetta and Ray-Roy."
Ray-Roy's grin grew wider. Vendetta felt a piece of herself die.
Dusk and Sanguine exchanged looks.
"Those files," Slade gained their attention once again. "Will tell you where each gem is located. You start tomorrow. Good luck. You are dismissed."
He left the room. Everything went silent, no one saying a word. Then Sanguine reached over and took the first file and Vendetta reached for the second. Ray-Roy grabbed a hold of it at the same time.
The next moment he was lying on his back on the floor, moaning in pain next to Dusk's chair. He rolled over slowly; trying to get a hold of himself after Vendetta had flipped him across the table. He looked up at the female Vampire who now held the case file.
Vendetta stepped over his body and she and her father walked out of the room. Sanguine appeared in Ray-Roy's line of sight and he shook his head, "I never thought I'd see the day when my own son would be beat up by a girl."
Ray-Roy groaned and sat up, rubbing his arm. It still hurt from when she yanked him over the table, and from her breaking it. He readjusted the sling then followed his dad out of the office. They got to the elevator and pressed the button.
"So Ray-Roy," Sanguine said. "I'm guessing you're going after Vendetta ain't yah?"
"Yep," Ray-Roy's good mood was back and he was smiling. "No woman has resisted my charms and she ain't gonna be the first."
"Well good luck with that," the elevator arrived and they stepped in, pressing the button for the lobby.
"Don't worry Daddy," Ray-Roy looked at him. "She may look tough, but after a few hours alone with yours truly she'll be all over me."
Sanguine laughed, "I hope that she doesn't get too attached to you then, I don't want Dusk going after your neck."
Ray-Roy joined in laughing as they stepped out of the elevator doors and walked outside. Their laughter died away when they reached the curb, the Vampires already gone. Sanguine hailed a taxi and they went to the apartment they were 'borrowing' for the time being while they were in Ireland.
Once they were inside of the apartment, Ray-Roy went to the couch and lay down. Sanguine left to take a shower then headed to his room for the night. Tomorrow they would start their job.
Vendetta and Dusk got to their own apartment around the same time their partners in crime arrived at theirs. Dusk went to the fridge, taking out a flask and opening it while his daughter went to her room, shutting the door behind her.
It was a small room, she admitted. But the apartment was small and it was only their temporary residence while they were here for the case. She was allowed to add a personal touch to the room so she had put a black and dark purple comforter on the bed and moved her knives and daggers that she had collected over the years into the chest of drawers.
The Vampire moved gracefully over to the window and opened the blinds, letting the setting sun's light fall over her room then sat down on her bed. She took out her laptop and logged onto the apartment complex's Wi-fi then opened her Internet browser.
Vendetta felt the monster inside her wanting out. It always wanted out, no matter what time of day. But around this time it became hungrier, more vicious. It clawed at her from the inside, making her become irritated and easily angered; even more so than normal.
She leaned over and opened up the bedside table's drawer, which was packed with the serum she and her father used at night to keep from going native, and took out a syringe.
Once she had taken the serum and the monster quite annoying her she threw the syringe away in the trashcan then went back to her research of the gems. The case file was opened beside her and her eyes flickered to it then back to the laptop screen as she typed the names of the jewels into the search engine.
Vendetta sat up, late into the night, memorizing the information, both magical and mortal about the gems. All of the legends and facts and mysteries that she could find about them she looked up. Staying up late didn't make any difference to her, Vampires didn't need to sleep. Or eat. But sometimes they would, just for something to do or to feel alive again.
She couldn't remember what it felt like to be alive. What it was like to have limited senses and abilities, to be average. But of course she was not average, she was a Vampire and a criminal and a liar. Her father was one of the most wanted men in the magical community and she was following in his footsteps. She was already wanted by numerous Sanctuaries around the world and now was quickly becoming one of the most wanted people. But it wasn't all greatness and respect. She had people after her all the time, enemies of her father's or her own. She was never safe and she was okay with that, it made her life much more interesting.
At around one o'clock she closed the laptop and put it away then laid the case file on her bedside table. Silver moonlight filtered through the window as she lay on her bed, not bothering to crawl under the covers. Vendetta closed her eyes, finally everything was peaceful and she could go to sleep with no Texans annoying her.
While Vendetta had been doing her research, Ray-Roy and his father were in the middle of an argument.
"No, it's my turn to sleep in the bed," Sanguine yelled.
"No mine," Ray-Roy yelled back.
"Mine."
"Mine."
Since the apartment was a one bedroom the two had to take turns sleeping in the bed while the other would sleep on the couch. The problem was, they couldn't remember who slept in the bed the night before.
"Look," Sanguine finally said. "Let's draw straws."
"No way," Ray-Roy retorted, arms crossed. "I know you. You'll rig it so that you get the bed while I'm stuck with the stupid lumpy couch that smells like feet."
Sanguine scowled, "Fine. We'll have to take more drastic measures."
Five minutes Later…..
Sanguine and Ray-Roy sat across from each other at the kitchen table, staring intently at the other. Their sunglasses were folded neatly next to them on the table.
"This is pointless," Ray-Roy finally said.
"Yes it is."
"Let's thumb wrestle."
"Okay."
The thumb wrestling match ended with the two on the floor wrestling with each other, swearing loudly. One of the chairs tipped over and landed on top of them.
Ray-Roy cursed loudly and shoved the chair off of them then turned to his dad. "Rock paper scissors?"
"Sure."
"By the time they had finally decided that Ray-Roy was sleeping on the bed while Sanguine grudgingly took the couch it was three in the morning.
