Didn't have to wait long, did ya? Well, we finally find out who this mysterious caller is XD It will be no one you suspect. No, it's not Alice. I don't own Twilight, but please review! I do own minor characters such as the former Alin. Oh, Alin, where art thou?

Feels so good being bad,

There's no way I'm turning back,

Now the pain is my pleasure,

'Cause nothing can measure

(Stefan)

"So, why do you want me to come over now," Stefan asked, staring longily at the bowl of chicken flavored Ramen noodles he had just cooked. "I'm kind of busy right now."

"Stefan," Vladimir's voice grumbled. "I need you to come over so we can discuss strategies on how to get other mafias to join us. This is an order, not a request!"

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Fine, but don't you have other people to associate with when you need something like that?"

"No. My ride will be coming to your home shortly. Be ready."

Stefan sighed and closed his phone, picking up his bowl of noodles and practically shoving them down his throat. It burned like hell, but he didn't want Vladimir to be mad at him. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Since when did he care about what Vladimir thought? He swallowed some water from the sink and slipped his coat and shoes on. He headed outside, where the car was waiting for him.

He expected Vladimir to be in the vehicle with him; he usually was, but not this time. The driver looked at him through the mirror. "The boss stayed at his home this time. Said he wasn't up to a ride."

'Figures,' Stefan thought to himself. Leave it to Vladimir to make everyone else do the work for him. The car slowly pulled into the cobblestone driveway, pouring rain falling from the mid April sky. He walked into the dimly lit home, following his way to Vladimir's office. The house was quiet, as it usually was. It was hard to believe that this place was once bustling with people. Mafia people, but people no doubt.

He almost expected to see a little boy with ash blond hair and gray eyes to run by, but that would not make sense. Vladimir was no longer a child. He shrugged off the hollow feeling and continued his way to the office. He stopped at the door, eyes narrowing.

There was a rustling sound, and it moved too quickly.

Stefan slammed the door open, pulling out his gun. He was surprised to see a tall woman with black/brown hair and brown/gray eyes. She was beautiful, to say the least. Even more so than the Denali sisters. She stared at him with a smirk on her ruby red lips, hands on her hips. "And who might you be?" she asked coily. "I've never seen you around before."

Stefan did not lower the gun. "Who are you?"

"Answer my question first, then I'll answer yours."

"How about you answer mine, or I'll shoot you for trespassing."

The woman just shook her head. "My, my, is that anyway to treat a lady?"

She walked over behind the couch sitting at the left of the room and a whip appeared. She sneered at Stefan. "Do we have to do this the hard way?" She cracked the whip and kept the pretty smile on her face. "I won't hesitate to hurt you."

Stefan kept the gun leveled. "Give it your best."

He wasn't expecting her to be strong, but she whipped him pretty hard across the face, knocking the gun from his hand. She shook her head at him. "I told you to play nice," she began, her voice dropping into another language. "Usted es un hombre travieso."

Stefan sighed irritably. The damn bitch spoke spanish. Wonderful. He looked at her closely as she slid the whip in between her palms. Her attitude seemed to fit someone else he knew. How ironic. She hit him again and he groaned, turning over to the left to avoid her whip.

He grabbed something on the floor and chucked it at her, causing her to hiss and smack him again. He rolled over, eventually grabbing his gun and pointing it at her. She stared at him, a light in her eyes. A dangerous light.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she demanded sadistically. "Aren't you going to shoot me?"

"I-"

"Stefan, what the hell is going on? I tho- oh, it's you."

Stefan looked at Vladimir, who looked less than pleased, seeing as his office was now trashed. Strangely though, Vladimir didn't seem upset about that. He looked more upset with the woman, who just smiled and stroked her whip, not meeting his eyes. "Hello Vlad," she said sweetly. "How have you been?"

Vladimir glared at her, and ignored her, turning to Stefan. "What's going on?"

Stefan glanced at the woman. "I came in here, but you were gone. In your place, was this woman," he hissed at Vladimir. "Who is she?"

Vladimir glanced back at the woman and sighed. "Stefan, this is my sister, Maria."

A long pause echoed throughout the room. Maria sat down as well, crossing her legs over her tight skirt. "Half sister, actually," she started. "I'm older than Vlad by a year."

Vladimir rolled his eyes. "I thought I told you not to visit me? I want nothing to do with you."

Maria gave a mock pout. "Is that anyway to treat your big sister?" she turned to Stefan with a smirk. "You see, Stefan, Vladimir and I have never been on the best of terms."

"Why is that?"

Vladimir glared at him. "Because her mother had an affair with my father, a little while before my mother became pregnant with me."

Maria narrowed her eyes at the blond. "It wasn't my fault. If it was anyone's, it was your father's."

"No, I believe it was your mother that started it."

Stefan sighed. "It doesn't matter who started it, Vladimir," he turned towards the other man. "Isn't your father dead?"

Vladimir gave him a hard stare. "Yes."

"Well then, why does it matter?"

Maria cleared her throat. "He was my father as much as Vladimir's, though, Vladimir's mother didn't like it when I came up during the summer. She hated me and made quite a show of it."

"Could you blame her?" Vladimir sneered. "You're the bastard child of her husband."

Maria fixed him a cool glare. "Better than your snake of a mother. How is she?"

Stefan stood up quickly and took Vladimir by the arm, ushering him outside into the hallway. He shoved the blond onto the wall, seeing as a vein was popping in his neck in an angry fashion. "Calm down," he growled. "You're doing exactly what she wants you to do!"

"Unhand me!"

"No," Stefan said. "Now, what exactly is between you two? Besides the fact that she's not your mother's child."

He didn't unhand Vladimir, though he noticed the blond eyeing his hand. He glared up at him, lips parting as he spoke. "In 1982, my father travled the border into Mexico, to meet with the leader of a Mexican Mafia. He didn't expect it to be a woman, and they hit it off right away. The woman's name was Reyna Medina, and she was a sly, sneaky little vixen. A day later, my father returned to my mother, only to get a phone call from Reyna saying she was pregnant. My mother was the one who picked up the phone and found out. She was furious, to say the least."

"I'm not surprised," Stefan commented. "I would be too."

"Anyway," Vladimir continued. "In July, Maria was born. Reyna and my father decided that Maria would spend every Summer with my father. And two months later, I was born."

Stefan shook his head. "Why would Maria bring up your mother's name?"

Vladimir glared darkly at the wall. "After our mafia fell and my father began drinking away his life, my mother ran off with another man. I have no idea where she is now, nor do I care."

"Ouch."

They both stood silent against the wall, hearing Maria's footsteps from the other room. Stefan wondered how she could have stood it, being in a house where everyone knew that you were a little screw up that wasn't supposed to happen. He almost felt bad for Maria, but then he remembered the whip marks.

"Do you think you could let go of me now?" he heard Vladimir ask. "I think we've been in this position before."

He felt slightly annoyed by the topic. Yes, he had landed on top of Vladimir when the Volturi attacked them at Benjamin's wedding, but that was only to protect him. He removed himself from Vladimir, who stood there with a smirk. "Do you like being in that position?"

"Shut up."

It wasn't until he got home, when he realized that Maria had left Vladimir's house. He was very surprised when he saw the young woman sitting on his couch, looking around his room with her nose slightly up turned. Stefan felt his hand linger towards his gun. "What are you doing here? How did you get in here?"

Maria just flashed him a smile. "Your landlady let me in, she thought I was a relative. At least, that's what I told her."

Stefan didn't remove his hand from the gun, but he sat down across from Maria, eyeing her suspciously. "What do you want?"

"You sure do cut to the chase," she commented in confident tone. "I like that."

"I don't care what you like."

Maria sighed and crossed her right leg over her left. "I came here to talk about my little brother."

"He doesn't like you," Stefan commented. "Isn't that obvious?"

Maria just smiled. "That may be so, but he is my brother. There were times when we did get along," she added quietly. "But that was a long time ago."

"What happened?"

Maria gave a wan smile. "We grew up, and he learned what happened between our parents. He also noticed how his mother would act around me. Mind you, she showed no tolerance when it came to me."

Stefan leaned back, looking at the table in front of him. "So what about Vladimir. What do you want from me?"

"Protect him."

Stefan raised an eyebrow. "Why? I already do."

Maria shook her head. "I run one of the most highest Mexican mafias down in Mexico," she said in a cold tone. "I don't always have time to check up on him. I do have people I worry about."

Stefan rolled his eyes. "I don't think he wants your affection."

Maria bit her lip. "That may be so, but he gets it either way."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, not knowing quite what to say. Stefan looked back at her, opened his mouth, and then closed it. "What was Vladimir's father like, in your opinion? I've already heard Vladimir's."

Maria looked at him, before a smile crossed her features. "Well," she said in a small tone. "As a father, I would say that he was complicated. Most mafia fathers are, though. He was all buisness and coldness in front of his workers and lesser members, but warm towards higher memebers. He could be cold to his wife, but he was mostly loving towards her. He loved Vladimir. Everyone did."

"And what about you? Did he love you?"

Maria shrugged. "I don't know, I've often wondered, but it was never a subject I brought up. I think my father would wonder what would have happened if he had never slept with Reyna. I was ignored at times, but he would pay attention to me. I mostly hung out with Vladimir."

Maria stopped talking and then a slow smile spread across her lips. "But enough about me," she said lowly. "Let's talk about you."

Stefan noted how she walked closer to him, sitting down next to him and putting her hand over his, enlacing their fingers. Stefan moved away, feeling uncomfortable. "How about we not," he retorted. "I don't think you would like me."

"Oh? But how do I know," she said, moving closer so that her hand crept up his thigh, her lips hovering towards his ear. "I want to get to know you, Ste-fan," she slurred seductively.

Her hand slid up and down his thigh, her breath feeling hot against his ear. Stefan woldn't deny it, he was aroused. If anyone touched anyone like that, so would they, but he wasn't really into having sex at the moment. He let out a sigh of relief when her phone rang. She sighed and picked it up, moving her dark hair back. "Hello?"

She paused for a few minutes, before answering quickly in spanish, her eyes narrowing. She shut her phone and stood up, grabbing her jacket and umbrella. She turned to Stefan. "Maybe some other time," she said with a wink, and left out the door. Stefan let out another sigh, glad that she was gone. He wondered if she was just like her mother, trying to seduce every man she met.

He almost wondered what a young Vladimir and Maria would have been like. They weren't that different, from as far as he could tell. They both were sadistic, finding other's pain amusing.

If he told this to Vladimir, he would most likely be shot.

Review! The song was S&M by Rihanna XD Question time!

From Transformersluv: Between the two of you, which Cullen would you kill?

Vladimir: Does Bella count? She was only a Cullen in the last book. I totally hate Bella!

Stefan: Defiantly Edward. Can't stand him.

Vladimir: We personally think all the Cullens are annoying.