Author's note: Yes, I know you have all been waiting for mroe Vlad/Stef romance, but be patient. No, they won't be kissing for a while. That comes much later, but I assure you, it will come ;) And feel free to leave song requests and questions.

Warnings: Gun fights, blood

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It belongs to some chick name Smyer

'Cause I'm losing my sight,

Losing my mind,

Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

(Stefan's pov)

The shot startled everyone, bouncing off a metal pipe and landing near Irina's foot. She gave a small scream and leaped back, Tanya grabbing her arm protectively, Kate taking out her gun. Stefan pulled out his as well, Vladimir placed behind him.

"Who shot that?" Liam hissed, looking frantically around. "Who?"

"Beats me," Kate grumbled taking a step back and looking through a shot in the upper window. "It had to have been someone from up there. There's a fresh hole there."

Footsteps echoed into the warehouse, precise and quick. Stefan glared at the figure emerging, watching a figure take shape. He hid his surprise as Demetri appeared in front of them, brushing his coat off. Tanya stepped forward, a cold glare on her face. "Aro has some nerve," she snarled. "Sending one of his lackeys here."

Demetri just turned his nose. "My buisness is not with you," he turned to Vladimir. "My business is with you. Oh, and hello again Stefan. It's been a while since I last saw you. Jane is still very pissed at you."

Maggie glanced at Stefan. "What happened?"

"I shot Jane," Stefan answered, not looking at the teen. "She tried to kill me first."

Demetri took another step forward, balancing his AK47 rifle in his hand, his hazel eyes looking unreadable. "I don't really care," he said boredly. "I just came here to tell you, Vladimir, that you should watch your back."

Vladimir nodded. "I figured that's what Aro would send you here for. I never would have thought though, that he would send a Russian here."

Demetri scowled. "I am no longer loyal to the Bratva mafia. I have no allegiance to James or Victoria."

"I see," Vladimir concluded. "Though, why you would betray your home country is beyond me. What is so special about the Volturi, hm? They just randomly kill and try to control the government."

"What can I say, I like the blood," Demetri said dryly. "But back to buisness. Aro says, and this now goes for all of you, you better get some more allies. You're going to need them."

"What for?" Irinia whispered, worried.

Demetri didn't even look at her, he just looked at Maggie. She looked right back at him, anger in her eyes, and Stefan began to wonder if something had happened between them a while ago. She seemed to hate the Volturi as much as everyone else did. Demetri looked away from her temporarily, and back to Vladimir. "We'll attack you, eventually, when Aro thinks the time is right."

"Good to know," Liam growled. "We'll be ready."

"I'm sure," Demetril pursed his lips. "We'll see how well you Irish fight. You practically have a baby with you," he glanced back at Maggie, a smirk on his face. "I wonder how well she can fight now."

Siobhan stood in front of Maggie, a protective stance. "You will not touch her," the large woman hissed. "You bastards won't hurt her again."

Demetri rolled his eyes. "That's all I have to say," he turned to the doorway, waving his hand as he walked away. "It was nice seeing you all."

"Oh no you don't!" Kate snapped, and her gun fired. Demetri narrowly missed it, leaping to right as the bullet whizzed past his ear. He quickly spun around, aiming towards Kate and fired. It grazed past her hair, taking a few strands out. She hissed in anger and leaped back, her gun aimed again. Demetri quickly high tailed it out of there, avoiding another bullet, only this time, it was from Maggie.

"Maggie!" Liam shouted. "Don't!"

Maggie ignored him and ran after Demetri, taking a sharp left. The others growled in irritation and ran after her, splitting up and calling out her name. Stefan pushed a small crate aside, avoiding workers that were on the loading dock and called out her name. The damn girl, did she have to go and try to avenge herself? That was exactly what Demetri wanted her to do.

A gunshot filled the air, and the workers immediatly began to panic. Stefan followed the shot, going around the buildings and crates until he found a sight he really didn't want to see. Maggie was on the ground, clutching her side and taking shallow breaths. Demtri stood above her, a smirk plastered on his lips and his gun still pointed at her. He looked up at Stefan, and gave a sadistic grin.

"Worthless children really are worthless, aren't they?" he chortled, nudging Maggie's left leg. "She really should have listened to her adoptive father."

Stefan glanced down at Maggie, seeing her getting paler. "I'm guessing you're one of the people that made her life a living hell in Volterra?"

Demetri shrugged. "More or less, but why do you care?"

"I don't, she's not my friend, but," he cocked his gun at the Russian. "I can't stand anyone from the Volturi. Or stand any of their actions."

Demetri pointed his gun from Maggie, to Stefan. "You should really reconsider yourself. You're wasting your life working with Vladimir. What does he have to offer? He's just a fallen king, his throne and crown broken. The Volturi are still on the throne. Now, which would be a better choice, hm?"

Stefan just smirked, shaking his head. "He may have lost his crown," the gun was steady in his hand. "But he'll get it back."

"You're so sure?"

He cocked the gun. "Positive."

Demetri fired his gun, Stefan ignoring the pain in his shoulder, feeling blood trickle down. The bullet had grazed his shoulder, though it wasn't embedded. There was still a hot, sharp pain, though. He fired his own gun, and Demetri's shoulder was grazed as well. The Russian chuckled, not even flinching at the blood. "Looks like we're even now, wouldn't you say?"

Stefan fired another bullet, but Demetri leaped back. Stefan shook his head. "I'm going to kill you one day."

Demetri ran away, but as he did, Stefan could a hear him call out, "No you won't!"

"Maggie!" Siobhan called out, shoving Stefan aside and craddling the girl in her arms. She turned back to Stefan sharply. "What happened?" she snapped, looking back at Maggie.

"Demetri shot her," Stefan answered back, feeling Vladimir appear beside him. "I came just in time."

"You need to get her to a hospital, Siobhan," Vladimir advised, surprisingly gentle. "She needs medical attention, and we all need to get out of here before we cause any unnecessary attention."

Both Liam and Siobhan nodded, darting away towards where their vehicle was. Stefan noted that Tanya and her sisters had fled the area, no doubt not wanting to get shot. Vladimir sighed, motioning Stefan towards the car. The driver was gone, the keys left on the ground. Stefan picked them up, opening the door and starting the car. The ride was silent for several minutes before Stefan turned on the radio.

I used to rule the world,

Seas would rise when I gave the word,

Now in the morning I sleep alone,

Sweep the streets I used to own

"Stefan, turn the radio off," Vladimir groaned. "I can't stand to listen to more depressing songs."

Stefan rolled his eyes, turning the machiene off and continuing to pay attention to the rode. He glacned at Vladimir, who pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you have a headache?" he asked his boss, slightly concerned. "Do you want something?"

Vladimir eyed him. "There's nothing in the car to help, this headache wouldn't have happened if Demetri hadn't shown up."

Stefan just sighed. "I just hope Maggie will be alright. She hates them as much as we do."

"I don't doubt she does, but people in our field get shot all the time. It's nothing new."

Stefan watched the rain on the window, the whipers whipping it away. He felt Vladimir's hand on his arm, ordering him to stop at the nearest convience store. Stefan got out, telling the blond to stay in the car until he got back. He came back in less than five minutes with water and asprin. He handed them to Vladimir, who took them without a word.

"Thanks," he said later, handing the bottle to Stefan. "I hate migranes."

"I do too."

(Stefan's apartment, 7:00 p.m)

Stefan tapped the keys on his laptop, looking up an old article about a boy who had been the only survivor of a murder. He grimaced, knowing that the boy was him. Had it really been only ten years ago? It seemed longer, but the memories were still fresh in his mind. Why would his Father have been gambling? It wouldn't have been like him to do that sort of stuff.

He typed in the name Anton Alexandrescu, and only a few results showed up. He clicked the first one, seeing as it was about a famous celebrity. He quickly clicked out of it, seeing as the man had blond hair. Stefan's Father had black hair. He clicked the second article, but nothing was there. The third one, however, looed promising. He clicked on it, reading the article.

The picture was his Father, he knew that for sure. Same black hair, same pointed chin, blue eyes. He continued down, reading about his biography. His Father was born in Romania, his parents died after he turned eighteen in a car crash and he married a woman named Audra Blenrica. Stefan felt his fist tighten at the image of them. Who were these people that had found these pictures?

The rest of article was what shocked him the most. His Father and Mother came into contact with the Volturi a year before he was born, but it didn't state why. Or what happened for that matter, all he found, was that his parents had fled Italy in hiding after the former leader became upset with them. They were on his top to kill list.

Then why, had he been spared? It didn't make any sense, but at least he knew it wasn't about gambling. For now, anyway. He closed his laptop, taking a long sip of lukewarm tea. He wouldn't be surprised if he got a headache as well. He reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He was tempted to text Alin, but then frowned. His friend was dead. For nearly two months, since the first day of June would be tomorrow.

Almost three months. For almost three months, he had been working for Vladimir. Today, he had practically cuddled with the man, and he would never admit it to the later, but it felt nice. He kind of liked having Vladimir in his arms. He looked almost fragile, breakable. Like he needed someone to help look after him. Esme and Maria wanted him to, and he was damn well sure Maria would kill him if something happened to him.

His phone buzzed, and he looked down, seeing an unknown number. He opened the text, reading it.

Hey there handsome, I heard Maggie was shot.

He frowned, fingers moving across the keyboard.

Who is this?

Oh, I'm hurt. You don't remember your Vladimir's older sister? You wound me, Stefan.

Maria! And he is not MY Vladimir.

Yes he is.

He stopped texting her, another buzzing occuring after that. He held the phone to his ear, hearing Vladimir's voice. "What is it," he grumbled. "I'm kind of tired right now and I don't want to work at the moment."

"Irina is dead," Vladimir said on the other line. "It happened not too long ago."

Stefan froze on his spot on the couch, licking his dry lips as shock fell in. "What happened?"

"She was getting ready for bed when a shot came through her window. She was killed on instant. Tanya is furious, as well as the others."

"What are we going to do?"

"We strike back, Stefan, we strike back."

Review please! Song was Last resort by Papa Roach