AN- So I decided to go read some fanfics, since I haven't for a while, and I came across mine. And I check it out and I got more reviews yay! Then I realized that I have like the next 4 chapters done and I just never posted them. Which was really bad on my part because the next ones are probably the best ones so far. They start to get really into the plot and stuff. So anyway, I'm putting this one up then I'll go through the others and post them later. Hopefully I can figure out what will happen next and get back to writing and finish this damn story. I'm so sorry about all of this and I hope the people who reviewed a long time ago get to read these next chapters.
Normal dislcaimer, I don't own any of the Gundam Charaters so don't sue.
Warnings for violence, language all that stuff.
Chapter 10
The setting sun cast long shadows through the alleyways. Shadows that seemed to watch people as they rushed home for dinner. Lurking in the dark the creatures of the night waited patiently to step out into their world. Once the sun went down below the earth the night was theirs. The vampires would go out for dinner but were careful not to be hunted and turned into to dust that night or any night. The demons scattered around everywhere constantly plotting the demise of the world. Then there were the humans and other supernatural beings that benefited from the evil. Hunting down the vamps and the demons out to kill innocents.
Griya Fornem benefited from both types of night dwellers. The vamps and demons came to him for spells, weapons, anything to help them kill the pesky humans that hunted them. The pesky humans then came to him for the same things to kill the vamps and demons. Lately business had been better then usual. He assumed it had something to do with the rumors of the God of Death finally making an appearance. No one knew where he was or what he really looked like. One rumor was the church community had already gotten to him. Griya doubted that they still had him since he had sold his last magic detectors to a couple of priests. He wanted to ask the fathers what they needed their items for but they left in a hurry.
Cifer, his half-man half-troll partner, told him he knew a couple of vamps that had seen Shinigami. Said he was with Kana Lamia. Griya laughed at his half wited partner when he had told him that piece of gossip. Of all the people, Lamia would be the last one to get involved with something like this. Unless of course she planned to hand him over to the highest bidder. Kana had came into his shop one day about 11 years ago. Since he had a large supply of spell books, ingredients and other magical items. She returned quite frequently anytime she was in London. He was sure that she didn't remember him since she moved to America a few years later. But he remembered everything about her. From her long auburn, red locks of hair, her tall slender body, to her dominating presence. No one forgets Kana Lamia, it was like she imprinted herself into his brain. Still he couldn't see her being in the middle of the whole God of Death ploy.
The sound of bells chiming interrupted his thoughts. A customer. Griya Fornem composed himself and walked out to the front room. His customer was a young man. He wore a black leather jacket zipped up to the middle of his chest exposing a dark blue shirt underneath. His hands were in the pockets of his blue jeans as he twisted around to look at everything. Down his back was a long brown braid. Griya would have guessed he to be a vampire but he wasn't sure about the braid.
"Welcome, may I help you?" Griya asked the man.
The braid flipped over the mans shoulder as he spun around to the sudden noise. "Umm... Hi." He said nervously. He was defiantly human, vamps were never nervous.
"Do you need any help with anything?"
"Well.... I think I'm just going to look around."
"Do you have anything in mind that you want to look at?"
"I need a weapon."
"Ahh. Excellent. Come with me Mr....?"
"The name's Max."
"Max, I have a wide selection of weapons if you would just come with me." He led Max through a door and entered a large room. Weapons of every kind hung on the walls or on stands. Swords, axes, blades, and crossbows, all covered the walls. "Cifer! Comere!" A large man with thin hair and a disfigured face stomped in.
"Yes'er?"
"Cifer this is Max. He needs a weapon." He turned to Max, "Cifer here is my weapons expert. I myself usually handle the magic. So did you have a certain weapon in mind. Any favorites."
Max didn't answer but just headed straight for the left wall. The particular section of wall had Griya's famous collection of curved blades. Max seemed most interested in the scythes than anything else. He ran a finger down a long silver blade as his eyes traced the intricate design carved into the shining metal.
Cifer smiled as he stood beside Max, "You like that one huh? It's an antique that one. Made from the finest silver carved by a famous artist, Ralph Vendriesco. Know him?" Max shook his head. "Well it's pretty old, mostly for show you know?"
"It's beautiful. But..."
"But you need something a little less pricey right?" Cifer guessed.
"No, I'm just looking. But I do need something that would work well, not just something I can hang on my wall."
"Well then you'd want one like this." Griya interrupted as he picked a scythe off the wall. He held it out to Max.
Max looked at the weapon and then grasped the middle of the staff. The blade swung gracefully around him as he tested it out.
Standing it on it's end he grinned, "It's nice."
"It swings so nicely for you." Cifer added.
"What about that one." Max pointed to a long black staff that leaned on the wall in the corner. Griya squinted his eyes to the dark corner to where Max pointed. A thin outline of a pole glistened from the darkness. Cifer quickly jogged over and grabbed the staff. A staff was all it was, a scythe without a blade. "Where's the blade?"
Griya smiled as Cifer handed it to him. A green blade shimmered from the top of the staff. "It's a magic blade. The holder produces it with their power. The darker the blade the more powerful the person. But I don't think this would suit you."
"Lemme try it."
Griya shrugged and tossed it to him. "All right, but only people with magic can summon a blade and..." To Griya's amazement Max held out the staff with a black blade beaming out the end. The blackness of the blade seemed to swallow the light within the room. He just stood there eyes wide mouth hanging open, Griya had never seen anything like it.
Max smiled and swiftly swung the scythe around. The blade lengthened and shortened back up flowing with every movement Max made. The blade seemed to cut the very air of the room distorting everything in its path. He stood it on it's end and the blade shimmered slightly and then disappeared. "I like this one."
Griya blinked and came back to his senses, "Uh.... well.... that one is very expensive.. it's"
"How's this?" Max tossed him a gold bracelet. "I think it's pure gold. It would have to be to keep someone from using their magic right?"
Griya examined it. "Where'd you get this? And no, gold doesn't keep someone from using thier magic."
"It came from the Vatican."
"Who told you it stopped magic?"
"Is it enough for the scythe or what?"
"It's plenty but I still don't think you should buy it."
"I need a weapon and I like this one."
"I'm sorry I can't sell you that?"
"Why the hell not!?" Max growled.
"Look I don't take anything from thieves." Griya lied as he shoved the bracelet into Max's hands. "Now if you don't mind I'd like you to leave."
"I'm no thief! A friend gave this to me!" He waved the bracelet in the air.
"Then you friend is a thief."
"Don't talk about Kana like that!" Max snarled.
"Kana?" Griya lifted his eyebrow at the young man. "Kana Lamia?"
"Yeah she gave this to me, she didn't steal it. So can I buy the stupid scythe or what?"
"Well if you know Kana Lamia I suppose...... "
"How do you know her?"
"Oh, everyone knows who Kana Lamia is." Griya smiled, "She came here once, long time ago. But she probably doesn't remember me. If you're friends with her you can have the scythe." Max gave him the gold bracelet with a smile.
As they walked to the front of the shop and near the door Griya said, "Take care of it ok. You're the first person to turn the blade black. Only a very rare and special person can do such as you have."
Max grinned as he leveled the staff of the bladeless scythe on his shoulder. He opened the door and turned back, "Well you can't get any rarer that the God of Death now can you?"
Griya just stood there blinking as the door closed behind the young man. He couldn't believe what Max had just said. Yet it made perfect sense to him. That scythe was made for the God of Death in a way since only he could produce the black blade.
"Huh? Well roll me in shit and open a barrel of bloodsucking flies on me. Who'da guess he was 'him?'" Cifer rudely commented.
* * * * *
"Damn weather!" Rain drops trickled on to Kana's face up palm. She quickly tightened her jacket around herself, suddenly feeling cold. "This is why I moved to America. The summers can't be beat and the winters aren't too bad." A smile came and left her face as Heero ignored her, just as he had been doing for the entire trip. Sighing loudly she ran her fingers through her hair that wasn't being held back in her loose pony tail. "It's only a couple more blocks thank God! It looks like it's really going to come down hard."
"Thank God?" Heero mumbled with what looked like a puzzled face.
"Well not really. I wouldn't thank that ruthless bast-. You know what never mind. He might actually get involved with human life this time and strike me down dead if I bad mouth him too much." She joked but Heero said nothing else.
They walked the rest of he way in silence. Kana kept herself amused by trying not to step on any cracks in the sidewalk but stopped when Heero gave her puzzling look. "Hmph, your no fun." The rain did start to come down heavy. The street they had been walking on looked ghostly enough without the rain. Now it just felt cold, wet, and eerie. Kana could smell the death reeking out of this place. Not a place you would want to be at the dead of night or the middle of day for that matter. This of course didn't bother Kana or Heero. For Kana this was like walking through a mall or a grocery store. Heero just seemed not to care, he could take care of himself.
Most of the stores were bordered up and vacant. The few that were open were infested with scum. From vampires to trashy humans that get off on getting eaten by the vamps. When Kana spotted their destination, a run down bar filled with every kind of scum this place could scrape up, she ran to get out of the rain leaving Heero behind to catch up. The elastic came out of her hair easily as she flung her head from side to side shaking off the wet rain. She ran her hand though it again as she scanned the room for a familiar face. A few eyes had rested on her but soon went back to what they were doing before. A couple vamps stared at her hungrily but didn't make a move, not yet.
"Where's the guy?" Heero startled her. It came to Kana's attention that Heero was defiantly not human because she couldn't sense his presence. It also came to her attention that this handicap of hers with Heero was really pissing her off.
"That's him by the corner." She motioned to the right of the room with a nod of her head.
Heero took lead by quickly pivoting around her. Kana followed with her head held high. Vampires and demons were like dogs they could sense fear. Luckily for Kana she had none. She could kill everyone in this room and she wanted her stature to let everyone know that.
A little, balding vampire sat at a table nervously chewing on his thumb nail. He jumped out of his chair when Kana and Heero met up with him. His fangs out, slightly distorting his all ready ugly face.
"Mistress Kana, I'm so glad you could make it." The vampire shifted his weight side to side tensely waiting for a reply.
"Charles, how are you fairing?" To Kana's surprise Heero immediately offered to take her jacket by slipping it off for her and pulled the chair out for her like a gentleman. She was glad that he had the idea that she needed to look important. Important enough to be treated so nobly.
"I'm good Mistress, it's just that..." Again he shifted his weight while his hands fidgeted around.
"I'm glad you're ok Charles." She sat down and waited for Heero to do the same. "Because I would never want harm to come to you. You a very valuable to me." She lied. All this vamp was worth to her is a good laugh and a couple cheap jobs since he always seemed to need the money. He finally sat down his hands still fidgeting.
Charles' eyes shifted to Heero, "Who is he?"
"This is my bodyguard."
"Why would you need a body guard? Not to be noisy Mistress Kana. I'm just wondering someone with your talent shouldn't need a bodyguard."
"Well with all this news about Shinigami and myself being involved in it."
"You are involved? So the rumors are true?" Charles asked excitedly.
"No they are just rumors Charles please could you let me finish." He nodded the smile wiped off his face. "It's just that, you know me, I'm a good person. There is no way I could kill a helpless child or a helpless older vampire like yourself." Charles wasn't old in vampire years but he had been bitten when he was 57 years old. He just couldn't keep up with the younger vamps and sometimes would starve if it weren't for Kana who provided him with odd jobs.
"Oh Mistress I know you are a wonderful person. To let me do this for you-"
"You're interrupting again. Anyway, I've hired myself a bodyguard in case the time comes when a helpless person or vampire needs to be killed or punished. He's not so much for my protection as he is for the jobs that I just could not morally do. He of course is very well skilled in this line of work." This was all just part of her plan to intimidate Charles. She didn't like it when people thought they could beat her at her own game. By scaring them she knew they would never betray her in fear for their lives.
Charles gulped as he glanced at Heero, "Umm... yes of course."
"Well lets get down to business."
"Umm... well yes lets." Charles waved down a grubby waiter, "But shall we get some drinks first."
"Yeah, what da ya want?" The waiter flipped open a dirty notepad. He was wearing a greasy not so white anymore shirt with tattered jeans. A grizzly beard shadowed most of his face and he had a cigarette hanging off his lip.
"I'll have a freshly squeezed." Charles smiled.
The waiter grunted at Kana, "We won't have anything, I'd rather eat shit then drink out of any infested glasses that you have here. But he'll," pointing to Charles, "have a straw with that. I can't stand blood mustaches." She smiled. The waiter growled and turned to leave. "Ok Charles, stop stalling. Where's my book?"
"Umm... well... you see....."
"I told you to get a book. You said you would. And now you show up with no book."
"Well not exactly."
"You either have it or you don't." Heero growled as his trigger finger twitched.
"I don't have it here with me." His eyes stared at to gun, Heero had wiped out, leveled at his head. Immediately he covered his head with his hands and started to weep. "Oh please don't kill me! I don't have the book but I know where it is!"
"Heero back off." Kana reached over, grabbed a fistful of the vampire's shirt and pulled him close. She could smell the stench of his last kill. "Where. Is. My. Book?" She snarled.
"I.... ha-ha-have." He gasped trying to speak, "Ad-ad-address."
"Focus Charles or I'll have Heero get it out of you." She said sweetly.
His eyes went wide as he reached down and pulled out a piece of paper. The paper shook violently as he held it out. Kana threw him back into his chair and grabbed the paper. She read over the scribbled address and cursed.
"What is it?" Heero asked.
"Nothing, just the address to where my book is. I'll just have to go there now."
"What so great about this book anyway?"
"I'm pretty sure it mentions Duo in it. I just want to find out more about him."
"Why?"
"So I can help him of course."
Heero's eyes suddenly became concerned. He seemed to be focusing on something. "Releena." He mumbled, grabbed his coat and ran off.
"Huh?" Kana stood there, eyebrow raised as she watched the young man run out into the rain. Lightening flashed just as a faint scream could be heard. "Charles you better-" She turned around to yell at the vamp some more, only to find him not there. "Great." Shoving the paper with the address on it she picked up her coat. Whatever Heero was up to she didn't care. This would give her the opportunity she needed to ditch the creepy gundam pilot.
"Hey where do ya think you're going bitch?" The waiter that had taken their orders stepped in front of her.
Kana shrugged her shoulders letting her coat fall over them. Swiftly she place her hand to the mans chest, lights flashed from her palm and the waiter fell down dead. Stepping over his body she pulled her coat closer preparing for the wet rain that awaited her outside.
~TBC~
Comments are always appreciated.
Normal dislcaimer, I don't own any of the Gundam Charaters so don't sue.
Warnings for violence, language all that stuff.
Chapter 10
The setting sun cast long shadows through the alleyways. Shadows that seemed to watch people as they rushed home for dinner. Lurking in the dark the creatures of the night waited patiently to step out into their world. Once the sun went down below the earth the night was theirs. The vampires would go out for dinner but were careful not to be hunted and turned into to dust that night or any night. The demons scattered around everywhere constantly plotting the demise of the world. Then there were the humans and other supernatural beings that benefited from the evil. Hunting down the vamps and the demons out to kill innocents.
Griya Fornem benefited from both types of night dwellers. The vamps and demons came to him for spells, weapons, anything to help them kill the pesky humans that hunted them. The pesky humans then came to him for the same things to kill the vamps and demons. Lately business had been better then usual. He assumed it had something to do with the rumors of the God of Death finally making an appearance. No one knew where he was or what he really looked like. One rumor was the church community had already gotten to him. Griya doubted that they still had him since he had sold his last magic detectors to a couple of priests. He wanted to ask the fathers what they needed their items for but they left in a hurry.
Cifer, his half-man half-troll partner, told him he knew a couple of vamps that had seen Shinigami. Said he was with Kana Lamia. Griya laughed at his half wited partner when he had told him that piece of gossip. Of all the people, Lamia would be the last one to get involved with something like this. Unless of course she planned to hand him over to the highest bidder. Kana had came into his shop one day about 11 years ago. Since he had a large supply of spell books, ingredients and other magical items. She returned quite frequently anytime she was in London. He was sure that she didn't remember him since she moved to America a few years later. But he remembered everything about her. From her long auburn, red locks of hair, her tall slender body, to her dominating presence. No one forgets Kana Lamia, it was like she imprinted herself into his brain. Still he couldn't see her being in the middle of the whole God of Death ploy.
The sound of bells chiming interrupted his thoughts. A customer. Griya Fornem composed himself and walked out to the front room. His customer was a young man. He wore a black leather jacket zipped up to the middle of his chest exposing a dark blue shirt underneath. His hands were in the pockets of his blue jeans as he twisted around to look at everything. Down his back was a long brown braid. Griya would have guessed he to be a vampire but he wasn't sure about the braid.
"Welcome, may I help you?" Griya asked the man.
The braid flipped over the mans shoulder as he spun around to the sudden noise. "Umm... Hi." He said nervously. He was defiantly human, vamps were never nervous.
"Do you need any help with anything?"
"Well.... I think I'm just going to look around."
"Do you have anything in mind that you want to look at?"
"I need a weapon."
"Ahh. Excellent. Come with me Mr....?"
"The name's Max."
"Max, I have a wide selection of weapons if you would just come with me." He led Max through a door and entered a large room. Weapons of every kind hung on the walls or on stands. Swords, axes, blades, and crossbows, all covered the walls. "Cifer! Comere!" A large man with thin hair and a disfigured face stomped in.
"Yes'er?"
"Cifer this is Max. He needs a weapon." He turned to Max, "Cifer here is my weapons expert. I myself usually handle the magic. So did you have a certain weapon in mind. Any favorites."
Max didn't answer but just headed straight for the left wall. The particular section of wall had Griya's famous collection of curved blades. Max seemed most interested in the scythes than anything else. He ran a finger down a long silver blade as his eyes traced the intricate design carved into the shining metal.
Cifer smiled as he stood beside Max, "You like that one huh? It's an antique that one. Made from the finest silver carved by a famous artist, Ralph Vendriesco. Know him?" Max shook his head. "Well it's pretty old, mostly for show you know?"
"It's beautiful. But..."
"But you need something a little less pricey right?" Cifer guessed.
"No, I'm just looking. But I do need something that would work well, not just something I can hang on my wall."
"Well then you'd want one like this." Griya interrupted as he picked a scythe off the wall. He held it out to Max.
Max looked at the weapon and then grasped the middle of the staff. The blade swung gracefully around him as he tested it out.
Standing it on it's end he grinned, "It's nice."
"It swings so nicely for you." Cifer added.
"What about that one." Max pointed to a long black staff that leaned on the wall in the corner. Griya squinted his eyes to the dark corner to where Max pointed. A thin outline of a pole glistened from the darkness. Cifer quickly jogged over and grabbed the staff. A staff was all it was, a scythe without a blade. "Where's the blade?"
Griya smiled as Cifer handed it to him. A green blade shimmered from the top of the staff. "It's a magic blade. The holder produces it with their power. The darker the blade the more powerful the person. But I don't think this would suit you."
"Lemme try it."
Griya shrugged and tossed it to him. "All right, but only people with magic can summon a blade and..." To Griya's amazement Max held out the staff with a black blade beaming out the end. The blackness of the blade seemed to swallow the light within the room. He just stood there eyes wide mouth hanging open, Griya had never seen anything like it.
Max smiled and swiftly swung the scythe around. The blade lengthened and shortened back up flowing with every movement Max made. The blade seemed to cut the very air of the room distorting everything in its path. He stood it on it's end and the blade shimmered slightly and then disappeared. "I like this one."
Griya blinked and came back to his senses, "Uh.... well.... that one is very expensive.. it's"
"How's this?" Max tossed him a gold bracelet. "I think it's pure gold. It would have to be to keep someone from using their magic right?"
Griya examined it. "Where'd you get this? And no, gold doesn't keep someone from using thier magic."
"It came from the Vatican."
"Who told you it stopped magic?"
"Is it enough for the scythe or what?"
"It's plenty but I still don't think you should buy it."
"I need a weapon and I like this one."
"I'm sorry I can't sell you that?"
"Why the hell not!?" Max growled.
"Look I don't take anything from thieves." Griya lied as he shoved the bracelet into Max's hands. "Now if you don't mind I'd like you to leave."
"I'm no thief! A friend gave this to me!" He waved the bracelet in the air.
"Then you friend is a thief."
"Don't talk about Kana like that!" Max snarled.
"Kana?" Griya lifted his eyebrow at the young man. "Kana Lamia?"
"Yeah she gave this to me, she didn't steal it. So can I buy the stupid scythe or what?"
"Well if you know Kana Lamia I suppose...... "
"How do you know her?"
"Oh, everyone knows who Kana Lamia is." Griya smiled, "She came here once, long time ago. But she probably doesn't remember me. If you're friends with her you can have the scythe." Max gave him the gold bracelet with a smile.
As they walked to the front of the shop and near the door Griya said, "Take care of it ok. You're the first person to turn the blade black. Only a very rare and special person can do such as you have."
Max grinned as he leveled the staff of the bladeless scythe on his shoulder. He opened the door and turned back, "Well you can't get any rarer that the God of Death now can you?"
Griya just stood there blinking as the door closed behind the young man. He couldn't believe what Max had just said. Yet it made perfect sense to him. That scythe was made for the God of Death in a way since only he could produce the black blade.
"Huh? Well roll me in shit and open a barrel of bloodsucking flies on me. Who'da guess he was 'him?'" Cifer rudely commented.
* * * * *
"Damn weather!" Rain drops trickled on to Kana's face up palm. She quickly tightened her jacket around herself, suddenly feeling cold. "This is why I moved to America. The summers can't be beat and the winters aren't too bad." A smile came and left her face as Heero ignored her, just as he had been doing for the entire trip. Sighing loudly she ran her fingers through her hair that wasn't being held back in her loose pony tail. "It's only a couple more blocks thank God! It looks like it's really going to come down hard."
"Thank God?" Heero mumbled with what looked like a puzzled face.
"Well not really. I wouldn't thank that ruthless bast-. You know what never mind. He might actually get involved with human life this time and strike me down dead if I bad mouth him too much." She joked but Heero said nothing else.
They walked the rest of he way in silence. Kana kept herself amused by trying not to step on any cracks in the sidewalk but stopped when Heero gave her puzzling look. "Hmph, your no fun." The rain did start to come down heavy. The street they had been walking on looked ghostly enough without the rain. Now it just felt cold, wet, and eerie. Kana could smell the death reeking out of this place. Not a place you would want to be at the dead of night or the middle of day for that matter. This of course didn't bother Kana or Heero. For Kana this was like walking through a mall or a grocery store. Heero just seemed not to care, he could take care of himself.
Most of the stores were bordered up and vacant. The few that were open were infested with scum. From vampires to trashy humans that get off on getting eaten by the vamps. When Kana spotted their destination, a run down bar filled with every kind of scum this place could scrape up, she ran to get out of the rain leaving Heero behind to catch up. The elastic came out of her hair easily as she flung her head from side to side shaking off the wet rain. She ran her hand though it again as she scanned the room for a familiar face. A few eyes had rested on her but soon went back to what they were doing before. A couple vamps stared at her hungrily but didn't make a move, not yet.
"Where's the guy?" Heero startled her. It came to Kana's attention that Heero was defiantly not human because she couldn't sense his presence. It also came to her attention that this handicap of hers with Heero was really pissing her off.
"That's him by the corner." She motioned to the right of the room with a nod of her head.
Heero took lead by quickly pivoting around her. Kana followed with her head held high. Vampires and demons were like dogs they could sense fear. Luckily for Kana she had none. She could kill everyone in this room and she wanted her stature to let everyone know that.
A little, balding vampire sat at a table nervously chewing on his thumb nail. He jumped out of his chair when Kana and Heero met up with him. His fangs out, slightly distorting his all ready ugly face.
"Mistress Kana, I'm so glad you could make it." The vampire shifted his weight side to side tensely waiting for a reply.
"Charles, how are you fairing?" To Kana's surprise Heero immediately offered to take her jacket by slipping it off for her and pulled the chair out for her like a gentleman. She was glad that he had the idea that she needed to look important. Important enough to be treated so nobly.
"I'm good Mistress, it's just that..." Again he shifted his weight while his hands fidgeted around.
"I'm glad you're ok Charles." She sat down and waited for Heero to do the same. "Because I would never want harm to come to you. You a very valuable to me." She lied. All this vamp was worth to her is a good laugh and a couple cheap jobs since he always seemed to need the money. He finally sat down his hands still fidgeting.
Charles' eyes shifted to Heero, "Who is he?"
"This is my bodyguard."
"Why would you need a body guard? Not to be noisy Mistress Kana. I'm just wondering someone with your talent shouldn't need a bodyguard."
"Well with all this news about Shinigami and myself being involved in it."
"You are involved? So the rumors are true?" Charles asked excitedly.
"No they are just rumors Charles please could you let me finish." He nodded the smile wiped off his face. "It's just that, you know me, I'm a good person. There is no way I could kill a helpless child or a helpless older vampire like yourself." Charles wasn't old in vampire years but he had been bitten when he was 57 years old. He just couldn't keep up with the younger vamps and sometimes would starve if it weren't for Kana who provided him with odd jobs.
"Oh Mistress I know you are a wonderful person. To let me do this for you-"
"You're interrupting again. Anyway, I've hired myself a bodyguard in case the time comes when a helpless person or vampire needs to be killed or punished. He's not so much for my protection as he is for the jobs that I just could not morally do. He of course is very well skilled in this line of work." This was all just part of her plan to intimidate Charles. She didn't like it when people thought they could beat her at her own game. By scaring them she knew they would never betray her in fear for their lives.
Charles gulped as he glanced at Heero, "Umm... yes of course."
"Well lets get down to business."
"Umm... well yes lets." Charles waved down a grubby waiter, "But shall we get some drinks first."
"Yeah, what da ya want?" The waiter flipped open a dirty notepad. He was wearing a greasy not so white anymore shirt with tattered jeans. A grizzly beard shadowed most of his face and he had a cigarette hanging off his lip.
"I'll have a freshly squeezed." Charles smiled.
The waiter grunted at Kana, "We won't have anything, I'd rather eat shit then drink out of any infested glasses that you have here. But he'll," pointing to Charles, "have a straw with that. I can't stand blood mustaches." She smiled. The waiter growled and turned to leave. "Ok Charles, stop stalling. Where's my book?"
"Umm... well... you see....."
"I told you to get a book. You said you would. And now you show up with no book."
"Well not exactly."
"You either have it or you don't." Heero growled as his trigger finger twitched.
"I don't have it here with me." His eyes stared at to gun, Heero had wiped out, leveled at his head. Immediately he covered his head with his hands and started to weep. "Oh please don't kill me! I don't have the book but I know where it is!"
"Heero back off." Kana reached over, grabbed a fistful of the vampire's shirt and pulled him close. She could smell the stench of his last kill. "Where. Is. My. Book?" She snarled.
"I.... ha-ha-have." He gasped trying to speak, "Ad-ad-address."
"Focus Charles or I'll have Heero get it out of you." She said sweetly.
His eyes went wide as he reached down and pulled out a piece of paper. The paper shook violently as he held it out. Kana threw him back into his chair and grabbed the paper. She read over the scribbled address and cursed.
"What is it?" Heero asked.
"Nothing, just the address to where my book is. I'll just have to go there now."
"What so great about this book anyway?"
"I'm pretty sure it mentions Duo in it. I just want to find out more about him."
"Why?"
"So I can help him of course."
Heero's eyes suddenly became concerned. He seemed to be focusing on something. "Releena." He mumbled, grabbed his coat and ran off.
"Huh?" Kana stood there, eyebrow raised as she watched the young man run out into the rain. Lightening flashed just as a faint scream could be heard. "Charles you better-" She turned around to yell at the vamp some more, only to find him not there. "Great." Shoving the paper with the address on it she picked up her coat. Whatever Heero was up to she didn't care. This would give her the opportunity she needed to ditch the creepy gundam pilot.
"Hey where do ya think you're going bitch?" The waiter that had taken their orders stepped in front of her.
Kana shrugged her shoulders letting her coat fall over them. Swiftly she place her hand to the mans chest, lights flashed from her palm and the waiter fell down dead. Stepping over his body she pulled her coat closer preparing for the wet rain that awaited her outside.
~TBC~
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