I went back and edited the rest of the chapters so that it fit with the prequel I oublished. If you don't want to re-read the whole thing, read chapters 1, 2, ,5, 6 and 8. I don't own anything but my OCs.
Chapter 8
3rd POV
June 1st
Paris, France 6:30 AM
Saint Germain, Scathach, Josh and Sophie walked down the street, trying to look as innocent and not suspicious as possible, when they heard someone fast footsteps behind them.
"Hey, Francis!" a girl called. Scathach and the twins tensed as the girl ran over. She looked about Sophie and Josh's age, with bleach blonde hair and pale skin. She seemed vaguely familiar. After a few seconds, the twins realized with a jolt that it was the Black Star, the girl who had helped Dee steal the Codex.
"Hey Jaz, what's up?" he asked with a smile.
"I have that remix for your new album," she told him, handing the Count a CD. "I have so much to do today, figured I could give this to you now and save some time."
"Thanks Jaz, have you met Scatty?" Jaz smiled at the Shadow.
"Yes, I've met her a few times, tried to kill her, sorry 'bout that," she apologized, much to the twin's confusion.
"You gave me a pretty good fight," the Warrior Maid shrugged like it was no big deal. Jaz turned to the two kids.
"And these are?" Jaz asked, gesturing to the two teens.
"These are the Newman twins, Sophie and Josh," Saint Germain said. "Josh, Sophie, this is Jazmine Machiavelli."
"Machiavelli?" they both asked in union. They both looked terrified.
"Yeah, that's my name, don't wear it out," she raised an eyebrow, looking at them oddly. Well, technically her last name was Dare, but she went by Machiavelli. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Well, tell Joan I said hi, see ya around!" Jaz walked away quickly, wondering why those kids were freaking out so much.
"Who was that? Is she going to tell Machiavelli that she saw us?" Josh asked Saint Germain rapidly when the Jazmine girl left.
"No, she'll tell him that she ran into me or she'll forget that she saw us at all," the Count told them. "Jaz also does remix for some of my albums; she's actually a really nice girl." Sophie wasn't paying attention to Francis because she was going through the Witch's memories.
A baby swaddled in blankets with dark brown haired head peeking out of the blankets. A woman with the same grey eyes as Jazmine and a long mane of jet black hair giving the baby to an ageless woman with golden hair, who then revealed angel like wings and flew off, while the black haired woman sobbed.
Jazmine, only 7 years old, in a black jumpsuit holding a gun and shooting five dummies straight in the chest in three seconds. The same woman with the wings was standing next to her looking impressed.
A ten year old Jaz trying to force a manticore into a swirling vortex with Air and Fire Magic while a girl with curly hair and gold eyes chanted in an unknown language to banish the monster.
Jazmine, now twelve, climbing out of a window and joining the girl from before. They both got in a gold Lamborghini that matched the unfamiliar girl's and drove into the Parisian night.
The memories disappeared as quick as they came, but Sophie knew all about Jazmine Machiavelli in about five seconds. She was one of the most dangerous humani in the Shadowrealms. The Witch feared her because of Jazmine's black aura, the most powerful color next to gold and silver. Though her last name legally was Machiavelli, she usually went by Jazmine Dare. Jazmine didn't take sides, which puzzled Sophie. She didn't recognize anybody but Jazmine in the memories and neither did the Witch. The thing that scared Sophie the most was that Jazmine had killed over 70 people and she was only 17 years old. How could someone that young be a murderer? Sophie shuttered and hoped that they never met Jazmine Dare ever again.
Charlotte had convinced me to go shopping after we escaped the demons. ("Paris has the best boutiques!" Charlotte had claimed and dragged Jaz off to the nearest shopping center). We went our separate ways after she decided that twenty five shops was enough torture. The Siren had me in a fancy designer outfit that had taken quite a while to pick out. I held several shopping bags of things Charlotte insisted on buying and one bag of things that I bought on my own. I slipped my high heels off and threw them in one of my bags. It didn't bother me that the sidewalk was wet or that it was pouring buckets-I actually liked the rain despite being a Fire Master. It reminded me of home, London.
I got to the front door to discover it was locked. I almost knocked on the door but remembered that Niccolo would already be at work by now and I didn't have a key. Fantastic. I decided to climb up the terrace like they did in cheesy chick flicks that Charlotte loved but I hated. That didn't stop her from making me watch them. I slung the bags over my shoulder and reluctantly began my climb.
When I was 99.9% of the way up, I felt someone watching me. I looked up to see Cleo Townsend perched on my windowsill like a cat, her blue-grey, kohl lined, eyes looking rather amused at the fact that I had to break into my own house. The immortal wore her usual black cat suit with protective hieroglyphics stitched into the fabric. A khopesh, a curved sword favored by Egyptians, hung on a belt around her waist. I wasn't surprised she wasn't wearing shoes-she once told me that shoes interfered with her 'stealth'. Cleo is a thief that specializes in major heists and cons, like stealing from the Louvre or snatching a billionaire's jewel collection. I rarely see her except at base-I specialize in getting information and undercover work. I liked her younger sister, Olivia, much more than her. So did everyone else.
"Hello Queen," I sneered, using her code name. It didn't matter that she was a Star, I still hated the stuck up immortal.
"Hello Star," she greeted with equal malice, using my code name also, the Black Star.
"What do Osiris and Isis want now?" I asked impatiently as I sat next to her. Cleo was like an ambassador of sorts for the Stars and the Dark Elders. She mostly worked with Isis, Osiris, my father, and Bastet. She used to work with Shu before he was killed. Isis and Osiris made her immortal at 20.
"I'm here to deliver your payment," she explained and handed me a manila file. "This is everything Isis and Osiris found on you and Jane and a little extra that Olivia stole."
"Who had these?" There were lots of pictures of me and Jane when we were younger. The most recent one of me was from a few months ago, running towards the Houses of Parliament in London to warn them of a terrorist attack I had heard about on the streets. It was high definition, so they probably had someone spying on me. The newest one they had of Jane was when she hijacked a U.S. Military F-22 Raptor a few months before she died. It was grainy and looked like it had been taking with a security camera.
"Someone had files on both of you, one of Isis and Osiris's other immortals," she answered. I raised an eyebrow and pulled out a document, a file on me and another on Jane. I read through the papers, scoffing where it said that I killed 70 people on my public record.
All that stuff about me killing nearly a hundred people and going on killing sprees is a bunch of crap; There's only evidence of me killing three humani, and two of them were on accident, before I had control of my powers. Lots of people mix me up with my Aunt Tori, who is a rather unstable maniac who does go on killing sprees on some occasions. We both looked similar when the police or a local caught a glimpse of us escaping from the scene of a crime. But as I reviewed the rest of the paperwork, there was only one thing that made me drop the whole file in shock and scream.
Cliffhanger! Jaz will have more encounters with the twins, at least one of them. Review.
-MJ2001
