Okay, so this story is told from my OC's POV and it's basically her life being friends with Ian and the shenanigans they get up to, being Lucians. It WILL be an Imy story, but it's told from a different POV then normal. I do have terrible spelling, and I apologize in advance for that. Anywho read and review :)

Chapter 1

Things were not going well. My feet hurt from my high heeled shoes, my dress (which was short enough) wouldn't stop riding up, and the stupid Tomas wouldn't let me drive him home. It probably had something to do with the whole "I am MAN. I'll do whatever the fuck I like". Bullshit. We were in a bar and I had gotten him completely trashed; there was no way the dolt would be able to make it home like this, and if he died before I got into his house, my mission went out the window.

The idiot in question was Jack Douglas. A Tomas agent that had a clue my branch, the Lucians, wanted. So here I am, 18 years old, with a guy who thinks I'm 21, trying to convince him to let me drive home. I internally sighed, cursing myself for what I was about to do next.

"You know," I began in a sultry tone "If I did drive you home, I'm sure I could make things more… interesting once we got there."

"Oh?" He said obnoxiously "And how would you do that sweetheart?" I swallowed the bile that had risen in my throat.

"Any way you wanted." Oh God, Ian was going to have a field day with that one.

"Any way you wanted?"I heard Ian snort over the ear piece. "You're really digging deep here Catherine."

"Fuck off." I muttered into the microphone.

"What was that sugar loaf?" Jack slurred. Sugar loaf?I heard Ian cackling over the ear piece.

"I think you heard me." I let my mouth pull into a small smirk.

"Well then let's get out of here." Finally! I sighed in relief. Once I was in his house, I just had to get the clue and get out.

"Nicely done".I heard Ian's impressed tone. I felt the Jack's hand wrap around my waist and mentally dared him to lower it any more. I helped the very drunk man into his car and took the keys from him.

"Darling," Jack stumbled over the word "Why are you so sober?"

"I have a very high tolerance for alcohol."I lied rather cooly. The bartender was a Lucian, and he gave me water instead of vodka. Frankly, the vodka would have been greatly appreciated, but I needed to be on the top of my game tonight. "Alright, reports are saying that there is a safe is in his bedroom, there's a eye scanner and a thumb print scanner, but after you get through the door you should be home free."Great. This would be more difficult than I anticipated. Eye scanners were always frustrating because the person had to have their eyes open to look into it. Which usually meant they had to be conscious, unless…

We arrived at the Tomas' house within 20 minutes. I had to admit, however idiotic, irritating, sexist and uncooperative this guy was, he had a nice house. It was at the end of a long driveway and was obviously new.

"Ian?" I murmured quietly when Jack stumbled to open the door. "Does he have to be conscious for the eye scanner to work?"

"I don't believe so." Ian chuckled. "You have an idea?"

"I do. Oh, do I have permission to kill?" I asked as a side note- it was always good to know your limits.

"As far as I know."

"Well check it out, and let me know. And be fast, I don't have all night." I muttered trying to keep my voice low.

"I'm on it."

"Hey baby, what's the hold up." Jack called out to me waiting at the open door.

"Let's play a game." I grinned, avoiding his question, pulling on his hand and leading him into the house. "Where's your room?" I let him lead me to his room. I was starting to get anxious, I wanted that confirmation. Soon.

"You're all cleared, do what you have to do."I grinned.

"Just sit down and relax." I smiled leading him to a chair. I walked around behind him and placed my ringed hand on his throat. The ring held a small amount of nerve toxin that would knock him out for approximately an hour. I flipped the safety cap off the ring and pricked it into his jugular. A small cry left him but he soon went limp in the chair. Perfect.

"Alright Kabra where's this closet?" I asked, scanning the room.

"It should be beside the bed." My eyes landed on the doors that blended into the wall. I opened them and pushed the clothes aside.

"I'm not seeing this second door." I told Ian.

"Look along the left side, there should be a groove in the wood that will match his thumb." I found the place in the wall and turned around to get Jack to open the door but stopped. He was gone.

"He's gone. My body is gone. Shit. Shit, shit, SHIT!" I don't know if I was talking to Ian or to myself but I looked around the room, backing myself against the wall so I couldn't get snuck up on from behind. I felt a hand on my throat and looked to my left where I saw a very angry Jack. The hand tightened and he smirked as my eyes widened.

"Come on, you didn't actually believe I was THAT drunk did you?" Well, yes, I had actually. But even if he WASN"T that drunk, I still poisoned him.

"How are you awake?" I choked out.

"Oh please, it would take twice that amount to knock me out for more than half an hour." Jack laughed. Well fuck.The Tomas looked smug as he squeezed my throat tighter, but he forgot I still had the use of my hands. I slammed my arm into his burly neck causing him to gasp and let go of my throat. Then, I did something stupid. Really, really stupid. I head butted him. Head butts generally suck for both people, but the deliverer generally gets of better then the receiver. Unless of course the receiver has had titanium plates inserted into his skull.

The head butt made me dizzy, giving the jackass time to throw me down. I scrambled back to my feet, determining the different methods to take him down. I couldn't just make an escape because I still needed the clue. Before I could react Jack tackled me to the ground, making me hit the back of my head as we fell. With a thud I landed trapped under the Tomas.

"Well, we seem to have a bit of an awkward situation." Jack said with no trace of humor in his voice.

"You could get off me, let me take what I came here for and let me go. That would make things a lot less awkward." I said partly serious, partly sarcastic.

"Not gonna happen sunshine." He chuckled. Sunshine?What is it with this guy and terrible nicknames. I probably would have felt worse about what I was about to do next if he hadn't been so irritating all night.

"I figured." I sighed. Then, I quickly jerked up my leg bringing it into his er… sensitive area. He cringed and curled up automatically. I took the opportunity to roll him off of me and stand up. He started to get up when he saw me move, but I kicked him in the nose and he crumpled so he was sitting on his knees. I sighed, readying myself for what I was about to do. Moving around so I was behind him I placed a hand on his chin and a hand on top of his head, I jerked my hands and heard a satisfying Crack!

"Uhg. Did you have to snap his neck? I hate that noise."Ian complained in my ear.

"I'm so sorry Ian. I'll try to think of you next time I kill somebody." I replied dryly.

"That's all I ask." I rolled my eyes and bend down to drag Jack over to the closet. I placed his thumb into the divot in the door. After I did an eye scanner emerged from the wall above my head. Okay, now for the difficult part. Grunting I lifted Jacks limp torso up and leaned it against my knee while I got a better grip on him. I got my arms under his armpits and lifted with all of my upper body strength. I somehow managed to get his chin on the chin rest and carefully moved my left arm to open his eyes. The back of the closet split apart like sliding doors and reveled a room with a table and a jar sitting on it. I dropped the still warm body and caught my breath, that man was not light. My legs shaking with left over adrenaline from the fight I walked over to the table and looked in the Jar. Honey- 4mg.

"Ian, send my ride. I got it."

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