This is something that I've been wanting to write since I watched Baccano for the first time.
Sarah Candince was an ordinary five year old when her parents were turned immortal just so that the immortal who made them that way could 'eat' them. Sarah witnessed this by mistake, after that she became obsessed with immortality. She's looking for the immortal who killed her parents while cataloging all the others. The immortal isn't from the group on the ship or from the group in new york, Also Jacuzzi and Nice and the rest of their gang somehow stumbled onto their own batch of immortality just cause I loves them and it's like a long time after the story takes place. Clair/Vino is a little older looking then from the serious only a couple years tough, cause then Chane secretively gave him the elixir to make him immortal. And a lot of the gang Firo was joining during the series has been... Erm killed. You know the way and if not then you don't need to. The way immortals die. Let's just say there was a huge feeding frenzy amongst the lot and... Firo had to end it.
Thin old looking on is Keith, Young thin cute one Luck, Berga big muscle guy, if I don't erase this before I publish it's cause I couldn't tell the Gandor brothers apart simply cause they only say their names a few times in the series.
Anyway enjoy.
Sarah poured over her laptop looking at the old painting on her wall and the news articular in her lap while pouring over the second one on her laptop they were defiantly the same person. She shivered with excitement she loved it when she found one. This one was a tall rail, thin man, with a weaselly face. At six years old she had Cataloged almost four hundred and fifty six of them. She smiled to her self looking at the man in the picture he had short brown hair with eggplant purple eyes she would call him mister eggplant she'd given them all colors. The immortals couldn't hide from her. She would find them all and then she'd get her revenge.
Czeslaw Meyer stared out the window he wasn't happy. He was five hundred years old and alone. Sure he had Ennis, and Firo (who had each other), He had Isaac and Miria (who had each other), and all his other immortal companions, but he felt like the odd wheel. Recently Maiza had found his own love she was a tall and well built, she had light green eyes. She was plain but smart and sweet but tough too Rachel Czes had met her once after the flying pussyfoot. She still loved wearing green and the same or similar bandana as back then. Everyone seemed to have someone else and Czes felt lonely. He didn't really understand it, the desire to find someone to share his eternity with. Their didn't seem much point in wishing he would always be a child and love was pointless for someone who was never going to be older than ten.
"Hey Czes," Vino said he spoke softly but Czes still flinched and had to resist the urge to run from him. He looked at him angrily.
"Must you sneak up on me," Czes asked.
"I didn't sneak," Clair said. He was still very calm smiling his usually smile. "Anyway everyone is waiting for you down stairs." He said before turning to leave even the royal nut job had Chane. So she couldn't talk and she was as violent as he was, that just seemed to make him happier with her. Jacuzzi, and Nice who had joined them in later years, after the flying pussyfoot. Czes was the only one of them who didn't have a... what would you call it? A partner... Yeah that seemed appropriate. Czes stood looking out the window at the four kids playing outside the out of the way restaurant that Firo and Ennis had opened together after the um... incident (It was mentioned in the chapter notes). Firo and Ennis seemed very happy everyone seemed happy. The kids playing in the streets seemed happy. And that made Czes miserable it wasn't that he wanted everyone to be unhappy with him.
But still something had to be done...
Sarah opened yet another large volume. It was twice her size like it had been made for a giant. It had been three years since she'd begun her search for the immortals and she'd cataloged over a twelve hundred of them. Their couldn't be many more because she was finding them less often. But that was a good thing she could focus on other matters such as the formula for the elixir of immortality (or whatever it was that created them) it's effects, how it work, and other things she was reading this book for just such answers.
"Sarah," her Aunt Amelia called through the door. "dinner," she finished she sounded sad, worried, tired. Sarah felt a little guilty for making her worry. She'd been so kind to her. And so understanding.
"In a minute," Sarah called standing up in the piles of papers, news letters and other various research material. Scattering a few as they fell off her lap. She walks to the door and opens it with a smile their in front of her was her aunt Amelia and Mr. Crimson (cover name: Alan Jerfers real name: unknown). Sarah froze for a moment. He worked a psychologist but during world war II he'd worked in an interment camp as a 'doctor' and he was the immortal that had killed her parents. Sarah felt sick. She felt her face turn out an innocent expression without even being told as easily as her heart beat. Aunt Amelia was still smiling sweetly. Mr. Crimson looked as if nothing was wrong. So Sarah played the sweet little girl she was supposed to be. She'd learned quickly that no one believed the immortal story. No one except immortals themselves and so she'd learned to hide her research from her only remaining family member Amelia.
Yay one 1,042 words.
The three sat at the table together eating the delicious dinner aunt Amelia had made. At least Sarah assumed it was delicious she barely touched her food. She was too busy looking at the pare. Amelia had introduced him as her male companion whatever that was. Sarah wanted to scream but she didn't want to risk him hurting aunt Amelia because of something she'd done she was going to have to fend out for herself. Aunt Amelia and the man who killed Sarah parents were sitting there hand in hand. Sarah wanted to kill him him or at least hurt him since she didn't have the power to kill him, he was still immortal.
"Um..." Sarah began ready to excuse herself. Their was only one thing that would make her feel better. "May I be excused Sarah asked. She hadn't eaten much of the food she'd been given and what she'd put in her mouth tasted funny because of her emotions. But she didn't want to hurt her aunt's feeling or worry her, or give Mr. Crimson the satisfaction of knowing he wrecked her appetite, so she'd been hiding her food in her napkin. Upon seeing her empty plate she nodded.
"Yes you may, but wouldn't you like desert." Her aunt asked.
"No thanks I'm tired." Sarah said fake yawning.
"Alright," Her aunt said smiling and for some reason the smile seemed fake, maybe Sarah was tired after all she smiled back. "Good night," Amelia said. Sarah left the table walking out of the kitchen, she called out her own good night, into the hall and headed off to her bedroom that also served as her immortal research center. She sat down next to the book turning through the pages. She turned on her laptop tuned it in to the immortal files on the third drive she typed in the password that unlocked young Mr. Taupe. An image of a ten year old boy. He had dark brown hair and drown eyes. Samuel Caide or...
Czeslaw Meyer.
Looking at the young immortals face always made Sarah feel better like she was safe maybe she didn't know why.
Sarah had spent a couple hours copying the pages of the book and a few others she planned on selling them once that was done copying them. She was almost done with the last of the big books that she'd received. They would all soon be in her computer and with out the other manuscripts and ancient text down loaded on her laptop on the files and the extra storage devices. She was finishing the last page of the book she was working through when she heard them just outside her door. They were talking quietly secretively.
"Did you give it to her," whispered Mr. Crimson.
"Yes she should be asleep," aunt Amelia whispered.
"How is she progressing," Mr. Crimson.
"Well I think," aunt Amelia whispered. "She will lock herself in her room and is constantly working on these papers. I believe she's located them all my love, but we should wait to be sure."
"Good," Mr. Crimson. "I think you are right."
"Does that mean that you will give me immortality." aunt Amelia asked.
"You will get your just reward." said Mr. Crimson.
