Author's Note: I'm glad that I didn't post the earlier version of this 'cause it sucked!Thankyou to Cecilia who was the first one to review.

Disclaimer: All original characters (the ones you haven't heard of before) are mine. The others (and the Matrix) however, belong to the Watchowski bros.

Chapter 2
Look what the cat dragged in...


    Two hard, shiny scarlet heels clip at the luxurious carpet. A pair of long, ivory legs pace in measured rhythm. The deep green bodice glows with a dull sparkle. A proud upper-chest is on display for all to see, with the tenuous sternum and collarbone shining in bumps and curves. Velvet gauntlets shield the arms which casually swing in time with her movement and a dark grey coat flutters with every step.

    Her face is simple, yet alluring and confident. A plain streak of mica for the eyes and two sweeps of matte maroon for the lips. Painted with power, clad in confidence, smelling of success- this bounty hunter is dressed to kill...

    'Merovingian!' Wynter hailed, pacing confidently down the dark hallway. A suit-clad man whom she called to turned round and addressed her.
    'You 'ave ze...' He started, but was interrupted by a deftly flashed object.
    '...disk?' She asked, handing it to him. He grinned and held out a sum of cash elegantly between two fingers.
    'Two thousand. As promised of course- Puss in Boots.'
    'You're a good man.' Wynter thanked smoothly while she playfully kissed a note. Merovingian replied with a sly smile, turned on his heel and skipped away. Chuckling softly, she turned away but stopped when two voices purred behind her.

    'Two thousand isn't enough for girl such as yourself.' Adrian started,
    'Two thousand is fine.' Wynter replied shortly, trying her best to dismiss them.
    'Really? With all the furs, leathers and rocks you strut around in- you need as much as you can get.' He continued,
    'Don't forget all that high-tech equipment. A hunter is only as good as her tools.' his twin Neil added.
    'Come on- say it. He doesn't pay you nearly as much as you deserve.'
    'If you are suggesting what I think you are- don't. That is, if you want to live. I'm a business woman Virii- not some cheap slut.'
    'Oh wake up Puss! We know what you think- we've seen the way you looked at us during meetings.' Wynter was caught off guard and began to go red. 'You know you want us. Lets say... three grand?'
    'Five' She smirked, secretly amazed that they knew her secret.
    'Four.'
    'Done.' Wynter replied saucily.

    She lowered her chin, arched against the wall and winked. Neil advanced on her and lifted her head with his milky razor.
    'Let's get down to business then shall we?'He purred suggestively,
    'Certainly.' Wynter replieswhile scoring his cheek with her own razor. Watching the blood seep from the flawless, white skin. She felt like and artist swiping a crimson red brush across a pure white canvas, the hues contrasting attractively.
    'Steady on brother, this one's a vixen.' Adrian added between kisses, 'Try to contain yourselves before we get to the bedroom...' and with that, the woman burst out in a fit of passional laughter as she was led down the stairs with a twin on each arm.

Please tell me what you think and I'll think of writing more- this story isn't R-rated for nothing...