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A/N: I had re-written this chapter a little- editing and stuff. And I saved it onto my floppy disk and I thought I had saved it onto my computer too, but I didn't, and then I lost my floppy disk at school (it had all my stories on it! And a bunch a new chapters too!) So I'm giving you the original version, and editing it at the end, cause right now I can't remember how I changed it (I have a migraine,)
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Nathaniel stood in the doorway in front of Jaguar and Turquoise. "Mackena DeBourg." He repeated slowly.
"Yes, Nathaniel. Have you heard anything about her." Jaguar asked.
He nodded. "Yes."
There was silence for a while. "Well?" Turquoise pressed.
"There's not much to tell, Turquoise. And what there is won't please you."
"We're paying you a good sum, Nathaniel. Tell us. From the fire at Midnight." Jaguar persisted.
Nathaniel sighed. "Mackena DeBourg escaped the fire. She wandered for several years and at the age of twenty-three she found herself in Ramsey. There she met a vampire who brought her to New Mayhem. He was called Isaac. I do not know much about him for he hasn't been seen for at least three hundred years since then. He taught her to fight, then changed her."
"Isaac." Jaguar muttered, trying to remember what the name meant to him. His eyes grew wide as it dawned on him. "He was very anti-slave trade. He changed her?"
The mercenary nodded. "She was trained to destroy the slave trade when the time comes."
Jaguar sighed as Nathaniel went on. "She has personal reasons also, Jaguar. She's after you."
~*~*~*~*~*~
A young woman with ebony hair and matching ebony eyes walked briskly down the street. Her hands were hidden in the pockets of her long, black trench coat, where she was fingering the hilt of a small, deadly knife. She quickly ducked down a street and into a small house. Pulling her hands out of the coat, she walked over to the sink and began to wash the blood off them.
"Mackena. You're back." A man appeared in the doorway.
"Of course I am, Isaac." She said simply.
"How did it go?"
She grinned evilly. "He's scared shitless."
"And Midnight?"
Mackena rolled her eyes. "Midnight is edgy. They were unprepared. Two guards are gone."
Isaac crossed his arms and leaned against the frame of the door. "So you're going to play with them first?"
"Like a cat with a mouse." She answered.
"Mackena-"
She spun around. "Listen, Isaac. I don't feel like rushing in and killing them all. I like to see them panic and I enjoy watching Jaguar squirm. Revenge is sweeter this way."
"You shouldn't think of it as revenge, Mackena. You're here to destroy the trade."
"And you said I could destroy him along with it." She growled.
"As long as you didn't lose sight of what was important." he corrected.
Mackena turned back to the sink and began scrubbing her hands harshly so that they soon began to bleed. She relished in the pain and the sight of the crimson blood dripping from her.
Isaac grasped her left forearm. Mackena turned to glare at him and met his cold eyes. "I chose you for your anger and your hatred of the trade, Mackena. You're important-"
"I'm a trained dog." She spat bitterly. "I'm just waiting for my master to sic me on my next prey."
Isaac smirked and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. "Mackena." He shook his head.
"So I am right.' She growled.
"Of course you are. But you are not a slave. You could leave whenever you want. I don't control you, I don't beat you. But you are my weapon."
Mackena's eyes burned with barely controlled fury. "You could destroy Midnight yourself, if it's so precious to you. All I want is Jaguar's unattached head at my feet."
"You're destroying Midnight." Isaac insisted.
Within seconds Mackena's knife was in her hands, the blade pressed against Isaac's chest. "I could kill you right now, and not feel a moment's remorse."
Isaac moved slowly, pulling the knife away from his chest then out of her hand. "I know you could. And I know you wouldn't."
He kissed her once, then turned and left the room. She watched him leave her eyes angry. "What makes you assume I wouldn't?" she muttered under her breath.
A/N: I had re-written this chapter a little- editing and stuff. And I saved it onto my floppy disk and I thought I had saved it onto my computer too, but I didn't, and then I lost my floppy disk at school (it had all my stories on it! And a bunch a new chapters too!) So I'm giving you the original version, and editing it at the end, cause right now I can't remember how I changed it (I have a migraine,)
~*~*~*~
Nathaniel stood in the doorway in front of Jaguar and Turquoise. "Mackena DeBourg." He repeated slowly.
"Yes, Nathaniel. Have you heard anything about her." Jaguar asked.
He nodded. "Yes."
There was silence for a while. "Well?" Turquoise pressed.
"There's not much to tell, Turquoise. And what there is won't please you."
"We're paying you a good sum, Nathaniel. Tell us. From the fire at Midnight." Jaguar persisted.
Nathaniel sighed. "Mackena DeBourg escaped the fire. She wandered for several years and at the age of twenty-three she found herself in Ramsey. There she met a vampire who brought her to New Mayhem. He was called Isaac. I do not know much about him for he hasn't been seen for at least three hundred years since then. He taught her to fight, then changed her."
"Isaac." Jaguar muttered, trying to remember what the name meant to him. His eyes grew wide as it dawned on him. "He was very anti-slave trade. He changed her?"
The mercenary nodded. "She was trained to destroy the slave trade when the time comes."
Jaguar sighed as Nathaniel went on. "She has personal reasons also, Jaguar. She's after you."
~*~*~*~*~*~
A young woman with ebony hair and matching ebony eyes walked briskly down the street. Her hands were hidden in the pockets of her long, black trench coat, where she was fingering the hilt of a small, deadly knife. She quickly ducked down a street and into a small house. Pulling her hands out of the coat, she walked over to the sink and began to wash the blood off them.
"Mackena. You're back." A man appeared in the doorway.
"Of course I am, Isaac." She said simply.
"How did it go?"
She grinned evilly. "He's scared shitless."
"And Midnight?"
Mackena rolled her eyes. "Midnight is edgy. They were unprepared. Two guards are gone."
Isaac crossed his arms and leaned against the frame of the door. "So you're going to play with them first?"
"Like a cat with a mouse." She answered.
"Mackena-"
She spun around. "Listen, Isaac. I don't feel like rushing in and killing them all. I like to see them panic and I enjoy watching Jaguar squirm. Revenge is sweeter this way."
"You shouldn't think of it as revenge, Mackena. You're here to destroy the trade."
"And you said I could destroy him along with it." She growled.
"As long as you didn't lose sight of what was important." he corrected.
Mackena turned back to the sink and began scrubbing her hands harshly so that they soon began to bleed. She relished in the pain and the sight of the crimson blood dripping from her.
Isaac grasped her left forearm. Mackena turned to glare at him and met his cold eyes. "I chose you for your anger and your hatred of the trade, Mackena. You're important-"
"I'm a trained dog." She spat bitterly. "I'm just waiting for my master to sic me on my next prey."
Isaac smirked and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. "Mackena." He shook his head.
"So I am right.' She growled.
"Of course you are. But you are not a slave. You could leave whenever you want. I don't control you, I don't beat you. But you are my weapon."
Mackena's eyes burned with barely controlled fury. "You could destroy Midnight yourself, if it's so precious to you. All I want is Jaguar's unattached head at my feet."
"You're destroying Midnight." Isaac insisted.
Within seconds Mackena's knife was in her hands, the blade pressed against Isaac's chest. "I could kill you right now, and not feel a moment's remorse."
Isaac moved slowly, pulling the knife away from his chest then out of her hand. "I know you could. And I know you wouldn't."
He kissed her once, then turned and left the room. She watched him leave her eyes angry. "What makes you assume I wouldn't?" she muttered under her breath.
