Hi all, It's been a little while hasn't it, I hope you're all keeping well during this pandemic and staying safe. This here is the Prologue for the sequal to Tail of two lives, So if you havn't read that first, this might not make sense XD. See you at the bottom.

Prologue

Two suited figures - businessmen at first glance - walked down a dingy hallway. Their footsteps echoed in unison, breaking the unnerving silence. Lights flickered on as they passed, illuminating the path leading to a metal door.

"Nervous, boy?" the older of the pair asked his companion.

"Excited, actually." The young lad paused, clearing his throat. "Is... what they say about him true?"

"That depends on which rumor."

"They say he's the oldest vampire around," the young boy continued cautiously.

The other man shrugged. "Well, he's certainly old."

"But you don't think he's a vampire?"

"Very astute of you."

"Wouldn't be here if I wasn't observant." The young boy stood straighter, a faint smug smile on his lips. "So, if not a vampire, what do you think he is?"

"I guess not." The older man frowned. "I wouldn't even like to try and guess… Truth be told, I don't think anybody knows what he is." Stopping at the door, he turned to his companion. "Is your report ready?"

"Yes." The boy held out a file. "Unlike Jefferson, I think my plans through."

"For your sake, I hope you do." The older man let his hand hover over a scanning pad. "One last thing, do not make light of Jefferson's demise. He is still considered a favorite amongst the higher social circles."

"You mean was." The young man corrected.

Shrugging the older man let his hand finally connected with the pad, a series of beeps followed by a deep clunk. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit room. On the far wall was a desk, only visible because of the subtle monitor glow along with an ominous purple hue emanating from the chair.

"Ah, Damon." A voice erupted from the dark, sly and enticing. "It's been so long. Good news, I hope."

Damon leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "There's… news."

"I see." The man stood from his chair, features covered by a hood. He caught sight of the younger boy. "A new intern, I assume."

"Jefferson's replacement," the young boy confirmed with a deep bow. "One who won't let his ego get him kill-"

Before he could finish, a small purple orb shot across the room. In one blurred motion, it disappeared into his throat, re-emerging out the back of his neck. His voice cut out, as he fell to his knees. He clutched his throat gasping for air, a look of horror on his face. The small purple orb quickly returned to its owner. Damon stared at the younger lad, whose arms had now gone limp at his sides. He ran a hand through his hair and bent down to retrieve the dropped report from the now lifeless body slumped on the ground.

"Doesn't matter how many times I tell them…"

Completely ignoring the now deceased intern, the other man inspected his nails while flicking the purple orb between the fingers of his other hand.

"I trust you can finish the report."

"Of course, sir. As my… former co-worker was saying, Jefferson was overpowered by the combined efforts of a vampire, a hunter in training and the Omega herself. Details of the fight are sketchy, but we have a place and name - Arcadia Bay - and the Omega appears to have taken the guise of a Maxine Caulfield."

"Arcadia Bay, huh." The older man leaned on his desk, tapping a few buttons on his keyboard. "I trust your team is ready."

"They are, sir." Damon pulled a tablet from a belt pouch, tapping the screen several times to transfer data. "We've also been busy testing a few... developments you may find interesting."

The other man stared at his own screen, his lip curling into a smile at the series of images, text and one soundless video clip.

"This… looks promising."

"We're hoping so."

The older man nodded, sitting back in his chair. "Keep me posted."

Pressing more buttons, he started a call. An audible ringing sounded from his computer, soon silenced.

"Sir," a young female voice answered.

"Thirteen. How are we this fine evening?"

"We… hmm. Interesting." Thirteen's amused voice echoed through the speakers. "I am fine, thanks for asking."

"And your pet?"

"Fine. And same as ever, docile." There was a pause. "We both know you don't make social calls."

"I have some news for you," he said, launching straight into the matter. "It has come to my attention that Jefferson was overpowered-"

Before he could finish, there was a loud slam followed by a low growl from the speakers.

"How?" Thirteen asked, voice filled with a desire for revenge.

"The Omega," he replied calmly, "which is why I am sending you on a special mission."

"I won't fail…"

Damon shuffled on the spot, drumming his fingers against his arm. Noticing the unease, the older man turned to him.

"I sense you have an opinion, Damon."

Glancing at the young boy's lifeless body still strewn across the floor, he hesitated before voicing his concern. "If I may, sir. It might be unwise sending Thirteen after the Omega."

"You doubt my ability," Thirteen shot back with a hiss.

"Not at all," Damon's voice hardened slightly, "but remember, my team gave you and your pet this freedom. Do not jeopardize it… especially not when we have other means to obtain our goals that are of much less risk to high priority assets."

"Priority asset. And there was me thinking you didn't like me, Damon."

"Oh, you misunderstand. I was referring to your 'pet', not you."

"Sarcasm is lost on you, too much time in that lab." Thirteen sighed. "But I guess I should be thankful as that's why I have what I do now. Either way, I think I can handle one little girl."

"Damon is right," the older man intervened, relaxing back in his chair, "which is why I'm not sending you after her. Also, as Damon has pointed out, we have a better approach thanks to the data you and your 'pet' have provided. No need to show our hand right away. Besides, you know what we need."

"Seems I'm always cleaning up after him." Thirteen sighed heavily. "You know where it is?"

"Yes. Sending the file now." Damon tapped his tablet. "If things go to plan, you'll get a chance to put your abilities and pet to much better use."

There was a moment of silence before Thirteen spoke again. "Hmm, she's kinda pretty. And it would be nice to stretch these legs."

"I'm sure I don't need to say this, but this is retrieval only," the older man cautioned. "We wouldn't want to scare the little pup into hiding now, would we? Besides, the sooner you get it, the easier this process is."

"Sorry, understood sir. Just a little bored." Thirteen sounded disgruntled but compliant. "Will that be all?"

Damon scratched his chin. "Don't worry, Thirteen, the process has vastly improved from last time."

"I should hope so, seeing as the last time was over four hundred years ago."

Tired of the arguing, the hooded figure spoke firmly, "Once you have it, you know what to do. That will be all, Thirteen." He pressed a button on his computer disconnecting the call before turning to Damon. "You're sure your teams are up to this? It could go badly."

"Oh, it most definitely will, sir, but they don't know that."

He tapped his pad a few more times, a beep signaling the hooded figure to look at his computer.

"I saw the premise in a document the other day. Are you certain it will work?"

"Nothing is certain with the Ahri, Sir, let alone the Omega. It's why I love this job," he replied, turning his pad off and snapping his file shut. "Will that be all, Sir?"

"One last thing. Dispose of that." He pointed to the lifeless body on the floor. "Before the stench spreads."

Damon gave a small bow, stepping over his former companion's body. "Right away, sir. I believe it's about time to feed the ferals."

Now for the bad news, Due to Fanfics bad formatting translations from google docs/word etc, bad comment reply methods and general pain in the rear layout, The rest of this fic will only be posted over on Ao3 (Archive of our own). It's under the same name 'Thecivillian'.

We (Myself and NYCP) hope to see you over there and join us for this new journey. Stay safe.