I haven't updated in a month, no one kill me! Life's been kicking my ass lately. But, I only have two more days of school, so I can work on this all day instead of just after school. I don't own anything but my OCs, and Ellie Dare is now added to this long list.

Chapter 14

June 4th

Paris, France 6:30 AM

Machiavelli's house relatively quiet as Dee and Machiavelli came back. The only sound was Jaz's quiet singing while she made tea.

"I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation" she sung quietly while tapping her fingernails on the kitchen counter she was sitting on. "I've never been afraid of any deviation." She poured her tea out of the kettle and into the mug. "And I don't really care if you think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change." Jaz pressed her earbud a little farther into her ear as she took a sip of tea. "And I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation."

"That's nice and all, but what are you doing here?" Machiavelli and Dee ducked to avoid the knife being thrown at them. It ended up impaling the wall instead of one of their heads.

"Bloody hell, don't do that!" Jaz screeched.

"Do what?" Dee asked.

She waved her hands around wildly. "Sneak up on me, for gods sake!"

She gestured to Dee with her cup of tea. "Why is he here?"

"Why are you?" Dee replied evenly.

"You can't really ask that question, I live here-well part of the time anyway." Jaz took another sip of her tea.

Everyone was startled by the front door opening then being slammed closed. A few seconds later, Astrid walked into the kitchen. Bright red gashes and dark indigo bruises marked her fair skin. The blouse and pencil skirt she wore had been splashed with a black liquid and looked like they had went through a paper shredder. In her left hand, she had a pair of black, red soled louboutins.

And she looked absolutely livid.

Astrid marched over to Niccolo, who had simply raised an eyebrow at the Raven's condition, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room.

Jazmine's POV

'Strid dragging Niccolo out of the room wasn't unusual. She was probably pissed about him and Dee wrecking Notre Dame. Astrid tries to avoid destroying public and private property as much as possible. I think she was a nun in her original life time. That, or a pirate captain. Or maybe that was Liz...

I shook myself out of my thoughts as I hopped off the kitchen counter and headed up to my music room. It's very futuristic, with a bunch of chrome and glowing lights. It has a variety different instruments, including a guitar and a flute. Concert posters and sheet music were pinned to the black walls, along with a few random photos scattered here and there. My desk was shoved to the back wall parallel to the door, and included a built-in piano keyboard, an actual computer keyboard, a few switches and levers, and a computer screen built into the wall. It also has a comfy chair, a very comfy chair. (AN-look up 'Hatsune Miku wallpaper' on Google and the third or so picture is the the room I'm describing, except I changed it just a bit). The small room used to be the attic, but after I went to Saint-Germain's house, I wanted a room for my music and other stuff like that. I convinced Niccolo to let me use this room for my music.

A few minutes later, my music mixing stuff was set up, my headphones were shoved over my ears, the fancy Bluetooth ones with the visor that went over my eyes, and a microphone hovered near my lips. Some people eat their feelings, other like to slit their wrists (which honestly does not sound appealing to me, I've injured myself enough to last several lifetimes) and a few of the Stars kill people painfully and slowly to relieve their emotions *cough* VICTORIA HARKNESS *cough*. I use music to express myself. Music was something I could control, even when my own life was spiraling out of control. It was a nice stress reliever and a fun hobby.

After about 3 hours of creating remixes and singing, my phone began to ring in pocket. I snatched it up, slipped my headphones off my and pressed the 'Accept Call' button.

"'Ello?" I answered causally.

"Hello Pandora." My eyes widened. Only three people in this place and time knew in my true name, two of them in a room upstairs having a row. That left only one person, and I use that term loosely.

"Aten," I spat as I grabbed the pistol velcro-ed to the bottom of my desk (don't ask, I get into some weird situations), just in case the Elder decided to send one of his minions. "What the hell do you want?" I growled into the phone.

"Is that any way to talk to your father Pandora?"

"Do I look like I give a damn, sunshine?" I have nicknames for everyone. They tend to piss people off, which is the intended goal. I call daddy dearest 'sunshine', because he was worshiped as the sun by the ancient Egyptians. "And you're not my father, Niccolo is." I absolutely despised my real parents. They gave me up just because they didn't want to deal with my out of control Fire and Air Magic. I don't resent my mother as much as my father though, he's the one who wanted to send me away. "Now what do you want, I'm in the middle of something."

"You are to assist Machiavelli and William Bonney, one of-"

"I know who William is," I snapped.

He ignored me, as usual, "-the immortal humani who serve your uncle, in releasing the monsters on Alcatraz. You leave today."

"Too bad, I have things to do." Clubbing with Alice, Cleo and Charlotte wasn't exactly in my top 10 list of fun activities, but if it ticked Aten off, I was so ditching releasing a bunch of monsters on an island surrounded with water. Water and a Fire Magic specialist isn't exactly the best combo.

"You will do this, you owe me a favor for sparing your little niece after she attacked me." I scowled. Marina Eleanor Dare-or, as I call her, Ellie-is Jane and, as I recently found out, Loki's daughter. She's also my niece, but I've known that since she was born when I was five.

"Really? You call attempting to spray someone with silly string an attack? Oh, I'd love to see what you'd call a murder then."

"Watch your tongue child, or someone might come and cut it off."

"People have been telling me that for ages and I still have my tongue!" I stuck out my tongue childishly, even though Aten couldn't see me. "I'll be there Tuesday or Wednesday, I have shit to do today."

"Pandora Rowena-!"

"See ya later old man!" I hung up rather quickly and hoped to the gods that he wouldn't get jumped by a mythological creature in the next 24 hours.

Long chapter, yay! But I don't like the ending. It seems a little choppy.

This is random, but I wanna start a vlog. It sounds fun.

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-MJ2001