Just something I've been working on, Quint has far less fanfiction's than he deserves, set a few months before Selene awakens and escapes. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
Just another day in the office. Telephone calls, scheduling, and coffee runs. At least that's what I presumed it would be as I clicked passed the armed guards in my heels, flashing them my badge as I entered into the lobby through the glass doors. I continued my heel clicking over the marble floor and towards the elevators, where a large red, black and grey sign hung above, reminding everyone which hell hole they worked in: Antigen.
It was a 'biotech pharmaceutical company', leading the fight against the Vampires and Lycans, not that there was too many around in them days. It had been over a decade since the purge destroyed all but a handful of them. I couldn't remember when the last public attack was, but it still didn't stop me from carrying a silver blade in my handbag.
I approached the elevator as usual, waving weakly at one of the armed guards. The second line of defence.
"Good morning Victoria," Oliver smiled as I stepped over to the elevator doors. He reached one hand around, pressing the shiny chrome button, calling the elevator from one of the many floors above.
"Morning Oliver, how's Jenny and the kids?" I asked politely as I stood awkwardly, waiting for the doors to slide open with a dreary ding.
"As good as can be expected, my Lucy is off to school next week, crazy how time flies! How's Monty?" He smiled, carrying on our customary morning catch up.
"He's good," I nodded awkwardly. You know your life is going down the drain when you ask about a co-workers family, and in return they politely ask you about your cat. The elevator suddenly ping'd, "Catch you later Oliver," I jumped on, pressing the same floor number, the same as I did almost everyday for the last year. I fixed myself up quickly in the mirror, yanking down my skirt and making sure I was all tucked in. Dr Lane hated untidiness. Stepping off the elevator I made my way down to the very bottom of the hall where my desk was waiting for me. I threw my handbag into my swivel chair and popped my jacket on the coat stand. I began shuffling through memo's and mail, organising which needs to go to what department.
'Victoria Newgate – Assistant' the plaque fixed firmly to my desk read. I wasn't just any boring assistant; I was Dr Lane's boring assistant, the company director. My desk was placed perfectly outside his office door. No one stepped foot in that room without my say so.
"Excuse me you can't go in there," I warned as a tall auburn guy in a leather jacket reached to pull on the handle.
"Says who?" He quipped, narrowing his eyes on me. He looked familiar to me, as if I'd seen him before elsewhere.
"Says me. Dr Lane isn't in his office right now, but you can leave your name and number and I'm sure I can get back to you about an appointment," I smiled, trying my best not to be civil, it was way too early for an argument. I hadn't even had my morning coffee yet.
"That's sweet but I'm just going to make myself at home," He brushed me off, tugging on the handle.
"No!" I shouted frantically, leaning across the desk and pulling on his jacket sleeve. He glowered down at me. "If you go in there I am so fired," I pleaded.
"Don't worry Victoria, no one's getting fired; this is my new associate Quint," Dr Lane's voice boomed from just down the hall. "Quint this is my assistant Victoria," Dr Lane introduced as he arrived at my desk, shoving his coat into my arms.
"A pleasure," Quint said, watching me closely as I hung Dr Lanes thick wool coat neatly next to mine.
"Is there anything else I can do or get for you sir?" I enquired, fidgeting with my thumbs behind my back nervously like a school child.
"Just a coffee, the usual," Dr Lane commanded, "Shall we?" He smiled at Quint, motioning towards the door. They both disappeared into the office, the door snapped closed behind them. There was something about that Quint that seemed strange; he didn't sit right with me. But who was I to judge Dr Lane's guests.
I'd become quite the expert at making coffee's, I'd probably put Starbucks to shame. I popped Dr Lane's coffee onto a saucer, finishing it off with a small napkin and two biscuits on the side.
"Dr Lane, your coffee," I spoke softly as I knocked on the door with one hand, coffee tray in the other. I listened out for a muffled 'come in' before I entered. The two men were sat around the desk, looking at what seemed to be charts and scientific diagrams. The word Lycan popped up a few times as I slowly made my way over with the tray. I popped the coffee on the desk beside Dr Lane, and turned quickly on my heel, evacuating the room. The last time I dawdled I was accused of eavesdropping and would never make that mistake again.
The two men were in there quite a while, in between mapping, planning and organising I pondered about Quint. It bugged me that I knew him from somewhere and I couldn't pin point it, he just seemed so familiar. I huffed, taking a sip from my coffee when the door creaked open. Dr Lane emerged.
"My coat please Victoria," He commanded, I jumped up instantly, carefully lifting down his woollen outerwear from the hook. "Please alert Dr Renner I'll be making a visit to Lab 4 tomorrow to see subject 2," He instructed, slipping his arms into the coat as I held it out for him.
"Yes of course sir, are you out of the office for the rest of the day?" I enquired.
"Yes please direct any emergency calls to my mobile," Dr Lane buttoned himself up before grabbing his briefcase and striding off towards the elevator. Quint emerged from the room seconds later, an arm full of files; he closed the door carefully behind him. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Quint glanced my way, I'm sure he let out a snarl.
"These need to go to Dr Stevenson on the ninth floor," He instructed, dropping the pile of files on to my desk with a loud thud, spilling my coffee slightly. I'm not going to lie, it ticked me off a little bit.
"I'm sorry do I work for you?" I asked, cocking my brow and crossing my arms defiantly.
"Excuse me?" He asked, sneering at me.
"I work for Dr Lane, I only do his bidding, and as those are your files, you can deliver them yourself," I stated simply, pursing my lips and taking a seat in my chair. He looked around, observing the semi-busy office environment before retorting back.
"Speak to me like that again and you'll regret it," He spat, collecting up the hefty pile of files up like it was nothing. He began to march away, I should have ended it there but it just came out.
"You look like him,"
"Like who?" He turned, piercing me with his glaring stare.
"Your father, Dr Lane, you look just like him," I said softly, placing my hands in my lap calmly. Quint glanced around the room again before marching back over to me, practically throwing the files onto my desk, completely spilling my coffee and sending my cup tumbling to the floor. I yelped, but no one seemed to be around to hear me.
"Since you do work for my father, you can deliver these, and if you speak to anyone, I'll rip your throat out," He hissed through gritted teeth. I nodded slowly, a part of me wanted to burst into apologetic tears, but I held them back, I refused to be phased by his threats. Before I knew it he was gone, and I was still staring into the blank space he left behind. The shrapnel-like pieces of my coffee cup caught my attention from below, ah shit, at least I'd managed to drink most of it before it was wasted on my desk and floor. What an asshole.