Ralph continued to run before bumping into something strong enough to knock him to the ground, but surprisingly enough, it wasn't hard. He looked up while rubbing his head to see a pale red-headed woman with curious red and black clothing and terrifying blades that were only a little longer than her arms. He backed away using his hands as a method of cruddy transportation before being interrupted by the savage cry of the children hunters.

They all stopped at one glance of the sinister appearance of the woman. Most gasped, others merely stared and thought nothing else. She only smirked.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" She said in her silky voice. Every boy dropped his spear in shock of seeing a female for the first time in months. Ralph stammered up to greet the woman.

"My name is Ralph, we've been stuck on this island for a long time." He said, this comment made her roll her eyes.

"You humans can be so useless sometimes, can't even get their children to safety without help anymore." She said to herself. "Okay then, you boys hop in the boat but one of you will have to push it into the water."

"We'll do it!" Sam and Eric cried in unison. The woman nodded as the boys started loading into the row boat. Ralph gathered enough courage to ask her for her name.

"Pardon me, Miss, but what might we call you?" His voice shook a bit as the question was asked. After a second's worth of contemplation, the woman sunk to Ralph's height, the tip of the blades pointing up just over her shoulder, and told him,

"The name's Rayne, stick to it and you can leave with all your limbs." She replied sweetly. Ralph ran to the boat afterwards. "You kids set this island on fire? Ugh, of course you did." She put her hand over her ear and started speaking.

"Severin, the island's on fire, I can't look for the pilot and I've got about ten kids here with me. They said they've been here for months, I doubt that but they must've been stranded here for quite a while." The boys looked on questioningly, all of them trying to decipher what's going on.

"Wait, you mean the plane was sent after Brimstone? I thought it was sent for Brimstone?" Rayne cried with worried shock.

….

"There's no way Kagan could've been around at that time, he's dead, Severin. We all know that, every Dhampir-associated being in the world knows Kagan has been dead for the last decade and a half. There's no way he could have survived the explosion."

….

"Well you're wrong. I'm going to bring the kids back with me to the ship, tempting as it sounds, we can't just leave all of them here scattered across a burning island. I'm not that heartless."

….

"I wouldn't think so, there shouldn't be any casualties with a group of boys who haven't even hit their teens yet. I'll ask them anyways." She looked over to the group huddled up in the row boat, waiting to go back to wherever it is they came from, and questioned them. "Are there any deaths or dead bodies? Not that we could find them now in these circumstances but, you know, just a precaution."

"Three killed, ma'am, all of the bodies are gone now though." Ralph told her. Rayne looked on with wide eyes then took out a microphone from her ear and flipped a switch.

"Did you hear that, Severin?" She asked the microphone before it responded in a British male's voice.

"No, I'm afraid I didn't catch it." He admitted.

"Three deaths among minors. What were the causes, what was it, Ralph?" She asked.

Ralph remained silent, staring coldly at Jack. When she still had no response, Rayne spoke up again.

"Hey, come on kid, what happened to the others?" She questioned him hastily.

"One was burned to death by accident. The other two were murdered." Rayne looked at him oddly.

"What do you mean they were murdered?"

This made Ralph clench his fists, lean over, and whisper into her ear.

"You really should be asking Jack that question." With that, he fell silent again. Rayne stood up quickly.

"Alright, which one of you boys go by the name of Jack?" They were all silent. "Well?"

Everyone stared at the only red-headed boy within their group. He stared at the woman who stood smirking.

"I take it that would be you?" Jack closed his eyes and bent his head downward.

"I am." He said quietly. "What's it to you?" Rayne walked over to him lightly and stared him straight in the

Eye.

"It's nothing to me, but I'm sure it'll be quite interesting for the law to hear about." Jack glared at her but

Rayne only smirked at him again. "Alright, boys, time to move it out. I've got a ship waiting and I doubt it

wants to wait any longer than it already has."

She put the microphone back into her ear after flipping the speaker off. "We're coming back now, Severin."

The boys hopped into the row boat, save for Sam and Eric who were shoving it out into the water until they

were in deep enough. Rayne took the ores and started rowing towards the ship in the calm waters.

"You all need to wash your faces." She commented jokingly.

"You need to stop stating the obvious." Jack hissed. The moonlight hit down just right on Rayne's fangs as

she smiled at him sinisterly. This made him jump back a bit. She just laughed as they were helped into the

ship by other Brimstone members.

Rayne was the last one to get onto the ship, meeting up with the Severin she had spoken to earlier.

"Rayne," He called out. "Is everyone all right?" She nodded.

"Yeah, they're all fine, in dire need of a bath and some toothpaste, but they're fine." Severin sighed in

relief.

"Good. I'm certain that little Jack boy will be needing some time alone." He added in, to which Rayne only

scoffed.

"My ass he'll be needing some alone time. That boy is trouble and he's a murderer. You honestly want to

have tea and cake with that?" Rayne pointed out. Severin only giggled.

"Well I have regular conversation with you on a daily basis don't I?" He commented smugly.

"Yeah, well, that's different. I'm prettier." She said with a flip of her hair and a cross of her arms. "I don't know, Severin, I'm debating on whether or not to report him. I mean he is just a lousy kid but the bottom line is that murder is murder."

"Well," Severin said. "If you're really that concerned about making a decision, ask him how old he is."

"He's only twelve years old. All of the boys already gave me their names and ages." She informed him. "What does his age have to do with anything?"

Severin smiled at her sheepishly yet tauntingly.

"You know, Rayne, you were pretty young when you first joined Brimstone." Her eyes widened to their fullest extent.

"Severin, no! That's out of the question! He's just a useless little boy-"

"And a thoughtless murderer who holds no regrets apparently. He seems perfect for the job." He said thoughtfully while hold a finger to his chin and looking up. "I'm pretty sure you were at one point in your life where you yourself were a useless little girl."

"No, no, Severin, no," Rayne forbade him like a child. He only smirked.

"I'll think about it." With that, he held his hand behind his back, and walked away with an evil little smirk playing about his features. Rayne groaned and stomped away. No you're not.

"Bastard's going to hire the little bitch." She checked on all the boys, they were all there in their room, sleeping soundly. There was evidence Ralph had been crying, dried tears staining his reddened face gave that away. All were in a useless slumber but one, the ginger haired boy. "Damn it." She cussed, now the kid was making her look for him so she could get a little rest herself.

Rayne closed the door behind her and started to look for Jack. Everyone was getting ready for bed, and if they weren't they were either already passed out or getting liquored up for the evening. She was able to use her sense of smell and hearing to track the boy down, able to pinpoint his exact and accurate location at the very moment.

She found him dwelling up on deck, holding a firm grip on the rail and looking up at the stars. She smiled and jumped onto the wall, holding onto a rope that was tied to the wall. She walked lightly along the flat surface, jumping and flipping landing right behind Jack.

Without a sound, she held him from behind and kept one of her blades in front of his neck. He only gasped, making her chuckle with amusement.

"Jack, sweetie, you shouldn't be out here so late. Something bad might get you." With that, she retracted her blade and walked away. She heard his British accent.

"Why do you hate me?" She stopped in her tracks upon hearing this question. Rayne nearly laughed at it too.

"What are you talking about? I don't hate you, just strongly dislike." She said in a bitter-sweet tone.

"I'm serious, Rayne." Jack told her. "Why do you hate me?" Rayne rolled her eyes and continued walking on, Jack following behind her quickly to keep up with her strong, steady, and speedy gait.

"I've barely known you for a day, for what reason would I have to hate you?" She asked him.

"I don't know, because I'm a murderer?" He suggested. She laughed and went to turn a corner but Jack stood in front of her with his arms spread apart in an attempt to block her from venturing any further.

"You tell me." He commanded. Rayne smiled at the boy and ruffled his hair. "You're not going anywhere until you have answered my question." He said sinisterly. She found the act all too cute and smirked at how naïve Jack the Ginger was about his own strengths and capability. Stupid mortal.

"You mean to tell me that you can keep me here until daybreak?" She asked him cockily.

"Even longer if I have to." Jack spat out, quickly becoming annoyed with her cockiness. She was too confident, at least that's what Jack told himself. He knew she was capable of doing numerous things, what exactly those things were, he hadn't a clue.

"Cute," She said, backing up and putting up both of her blades in front of her, ready to attack. This startled Jack and he felt fear consume him as she ran toward him with her blades up. He clenched his eyes shut as he heard her let out an "Agh" sound, expecting to be torn to shreds. When he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but the empty deck. A chuckle behind him made him look at the source, none other than Rayne. "Very cute."

He hadn't even thought that she could have leapt over him like a stupid and tiny little candlestick, especially because in that story he was supposed to be the nimble Jack doing all the jumping, however, this isn't a bedtime story, this was a real nightmare that he wasn't able to wake up from.

With that she walked off, but instead came back and grabbed Jack by the arm.

"What's the meaning of this? What's your problem?" He yelled at her.

"I almost forgot." She dragged him down to the bed chambers beneath the ship and tossed him into one carelessly. "Bedtime twerp. Night-night, sleep tight, don't let the Dhampir bight."

Jack looked on at the closed door with terror, hearing it lock with a sickening click, giving him the signal that he was trapped her for the remainder of the evening until the breakfast bell rang. One thought raced through his mind as he prepared himself for sleep.

What in the bloody hell is a Dhampir?

NoTe: Oh don't you all just LOVE my experimental stories? I was reading Lord of the Flies for my English class, and I also recently maintained the beloved Blood Rayne 2 pc video game and I fell in love with the both of these. I figured that since Rayne's been chilling, just doing her own thing for the past seventy years, there must've been someone interesting that she met up with along the way huh? Huh? Also, for all you hardcore and diehard Blood Rayne fans, yes I'm aware that there are quite a few more decades to come before Rayne meets up with Severin darling but that isn't the case in this fic. Enough of my ranting, review please! What do you think of the crossover? What do you think will happen to the characters? Should Severin recruit Jack? R&R