Unexpected
Disclaimer : You know very well I don't own any of these characters.
Author Note: This fanfic will contain shoujo-ai/yuri If you're not comfortable with that, then fuck off. XD
Chapter 1.
Donavan threw the white haired woman a picture.
"Do you know this girl?" He asked, litting up a cigar.
"She's an opera singer." Christie said mechanicly, as she studided the picture of a blond girl that was about 16. She then let her eyes drift to the date at witch it was took.
'That was five years ago.' She thought. To tell the truth, she didn't remembered the name of the girl nor the last time she had heard of her. Then again, she never watched TV and rarely read magasines.
"Officialy she's just the daughter of that famous opera singer that was murdered on a concert. You probably now about the event."
Christie nodded.
"Behind it, there's a truth little people knows about. The girl is Famous Douglas' illegitimate daughter with his mistress." Christie knew exactly what that meant and understood imediatly why Donavan wanted to... terminate the girl.
'Girl is not the word to use anymore. She's probably around twenty, by now.' She thought, correcting herself.
"She's his only living relative and, because of that, she has the right to claim my place whenever she wants. I want you to keep an eye on her." He added, even though he knew that piece of information wasn't essencial.
The brit was sitting comfortably in her chair, listening to Donavan's explanations on her next mission. Though it was more important, it promised to be as boring as any other: get to the soon to be victim by becoming one his/her servant, gain his/her trust and then, kill. But what the man standing in front of her was about to say would completely change her opinon.
"You have to be careful, though. Helena is not to be taken lightly."
Christie shot him an intrigued look.
"She almost won the last Dead or Alive tournament with her Pi Qua Quan fighting style. She is to enter the next tournament and you too."
From what Donavan was saying, that girl was something else. It was getting a little more exciting than expected. For once, she could have a good fight or some kind of struggle, at least.
"Here's a file on what you should know about her." He said, handing her the said file. "Now, leave." He waved her off.
***
Christie entered her room exausted. It was two in the morning, now. When she came back earlier, she had decided to go for a walk that lasted more than she thought it would, not to mention the rain....
As she stripped, she noticed the file she left on her bed and remembered she didn't even took a look at it. Deciding she might as well do it now, she sat on her bed and proceeded to read the short paragraphs about Helena's life, occupations and fighting style. The all was joined by a picture that left her breathless. The 16 years old girl had become what was probably the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in just 5 little years; long blond hair, pale skin, emrald eyes, curvy body, long legs, etc.. She looked so fragile, Christie almost refused to believe that she was one of the top martial artists. Bracing herself, she smiled. At least, she had a valuable opponent.
Studing the picture, Christie slowly fell asleep.
****
Two days later, the brit was standing in front of a huge door witch was suposed to lead to Helena's room. She came last morning at the -house-, witch could also be described as a castle, to get a job as Helena's servant and had been hiered. A young woman led her to the door and told her to knok when she was ready to talk to the Frenchwoman.
The woman started giggling.
"What is it?" Christie asked, puzzeled.
She composed herself and cleared her throat.
"Lady Helena is a flirt, Miss. Though I personaly think she dosen't do it on purpose, you see, her being pretty and all, she probably can't help it... So... Please don't be er... freaked, if she hum... 'put moves on you', that usually is a good sign 'cause it means she likes you."
She looked at Christie, studying the beautiful face of the british woman. "She'll probably...hum...flirt alot." And she giggled again, leaving.
Christie shook her head 'I hope I can kill her soon'. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly on the door.
After a long pause she was finally answered. "Come in." Helena said lazyly.
Christie pushed the heavy door and entered, taking in the sight of the other woman sitting by the gigantic window, in a night grown so very thin, the curves of her beautiful body were perfectly visible. She was even more breathtaking in real than on picture.
Helena stared at the albinos, surprised. She was told a woman had just been hiered and wanted to, at least, meet her, and was caught off guard by those eyes... purple with an undescripable intensity... so deep. The blonde found herself staring in those captivating eyes for a time she estimated too long and looked away, a little embarrassed. She got up and walked to meet the white haired woman, extandig her hand.
"Hi, you must be Christie." She said in a tone a little too luscious as she shook her hand.
Christie, who had been frozen on place, captivated by the sight of beauty in front of her, mentally slapped herself. 'Take a hold of yourself! You're here to meet your prey, damnit!' She told herself. As she came back to reality, she nodded graciously. "Pleased to meet you, Madam."
Helena smiled as she lead Christie to another chair by the window. "Please call me Helena." She said, sitting back on her chair.
"You wanted to see me?" Christie asked as casually as she could. She was nervous for the first time in years and wondered why.
'Probably because of what the girl said. If she dosen't flirt, she doesn't like me. She doesn't like me, I got more chances of being fiered. I get fiered, I'm done because Donavan won't like it in the very least.' She reasonned.
"Yes." Helena said as she observed Christie.
"...." She waited for the Frenchwoman to say something, but the blond seemed to be too absorbed in staring at her. "... Can I do something for you?" She questionned politely.
"Why, yes." She answered still smiling, her chin resting in her hands.
Christie waited for Helena to continue, but it seemed like she wasn't about to do it. "Would you tell me what it is?"
She had alot of difficulty to keep her cold and expressionless face. 'Stay calm.' She repeated herself. The situation was really becoming unnerving.
"I would like you to stay with me and talk. I could use compagnie and I would like to know you a little, since you're going to work here." She stared dreamily at Christie, who was incredibly stressed and strangely uncomfortable by now. The silence was broken only moments later as Helena got up again to observe the white hair closely.
"Is that your real hair color?" She asked, taking a strand of hair between her fingers.
Christie, who now had a _great_ view on Helena's chest, gulped and unexpectedly, she blushed. 'What's with me, today?' She asked herself as she managed to answer a small "yes.".
Helena backed away, noticing how uncomfortable Christie was and sighed. "You don't wanna stay with me, do you? You can go..." She sat back in her chair, aparently very dissapointed and turned back to the window.
Christie, shook her head. "No, Madam. I'm just nervous." She said as she asked herself again why she was, Helena clearly was flirting with her, so it was going to be all right....
"Helena." Was the answer the blonde gave her. Christie frowned. "How old are you?" She asked as if it was a clear explanation to her previous answer.
"24."
"You're older than me." she grinned. "So don't call me like that..... Madam..." She made a face. "Helena is ok."
Christie nodded, understanding.
"Do you speak french?" She asked eagerly, changing completly the subject.
"Er..."
*****
Maybe to be continued.
Author note: tell me if you liked it. ^___^
Disclaimer : You know very well I don't own any of these characters.
Author Note: This fanfic will contain shoujo-ai/yuri If you're not comfortable with that, then fuck off. XD
Chapter 1.
Donavan threw the white haired woman a picture.
"Do you know this girl?" He asked, litting up a cigar.
"She's an opera singer." Christie said mechanicly, as she studided the picture of a blond girl that was about 16. She then let her eyes drift to the date at witch it was took.
'That was five years ago.' She thought. To tell the truth, she didn't remembered the name of the girl nor the last time she had heard of her. Then again, she never watched TV and rarely read magasines.
"Officialy she's just the daughter of that famous opera singer that was murdered on a concert. You probably now about the event."
Christie nodded.
"Behind it, there's a truth little people knows about. The girl is Famous Douglas' illegitimate daughter with his mistress." Christie knew exactly what that meant and understood imediatly why Donavan wanted to... terminate the girl.
'Girl is not the word to use anymore. She's probably around twenty, by now.' She thought, correcting herself.
"She's his only living relative and, because of that, she has the right to claim my place whenever she wants. I want you to keep an eye on her." He added, even though he knew that piece of information wasn't essencial.
The brit was sitting comfortably in her chair, listening to Donavan's explanations on her next mission. Though it was more important, it promised to be as boring as any other: get to the soon to be victim by becoming one his/her servant, gain his/her trust and then, kill. But what the man standing in front of her was about to say would completely change her opinon.
"You have to be careful, though. Helena is not to be taken lightly."
Christie shot him an intrigued look.
"She almost won the last Dead or Alive tournament with her Pi Qua Quan fighting style. She is to enter the next tournament and you too."
From what Donavan was saying, that girl was something else. It was getting a little more exciting than expected. For once, she could have a good fight or some kind of struggle, at least.
"Here's a file on what you should know about her." He said, handing her the said file. "Now, leave." He waved her off.
***
Christie entered her room exausted. It was two in the morning, now. When she came back earlier, she had decided to go for a walk that lasted more than she thought it would, not to mention the rain....
As she stripped, she noticed the file she left on her bed and remembered she didn't even took a look at it. Deciding she might as well do it now, she sat on her bed and proceeded to read the short paragraphs about Helena's life, occupations and fighting style. The all was joined by a picture that left her breathless. The 16 years old girl had become what was probably the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in just 5 little years; long blond hair, pale skin, emrald eyes, curvy body, long legs, etc.. She looked so fragile, Christie almost refused to believe that she was one of the top martial artists. Bracing herself, she smiled. At least, she had a valuable opponent.
Studing the picture, Christie slowly fell asleep.
****
Two days later, the brit was standing in front of a huge door witch was suposed to lead to Helena's room. She came last morning at the -house-, witch could also be described as a castle, to get a job as Helena's servant and had been hiered. A young woman led her to the door and told her to knok when she was ready to talk to the Frenchwoman.
The woman started giggling.
"What is it?" Christie asked, puzzeled.
She composed herself and cleared her throat.
"Lady Helena is a flirt, Miss. Though I personaly think she dosen't do it on purpose, you see, her being pretty and all, she probably can't help it... So... Please don't be er... freaked, if she hum... 'put moves on you', that usually is a good sign 'cause it means she likes you."
She looked at Christie, studying the beautiful face of the british woman. "She'll probably...hum...flirt alot." And she giggled again, leaving.
Christie shook her head 'I hope I can kill her soon'. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly on the door.
After a long pause she was finally answered. "Come in." Helena said lazyly.
Christie pushed the heavy door and entered, taking in the sight of the other woman sitting by the gigantic window, in a night grown so very thin, the curves of her beautiful body were perfectly visible. She was even more breathtaking in real than on picture.
Helena stared at the albinos, surprised. She was told a woman had just been hiered and wanted to, at least, meet her, and was caught off guard by those eyes... purple with an undescripable intensity... so deep. The blonde found herself staring in those captivating eyes for a time she estimated too long and looked away, a little embarrassed. She got up and walked to meet the white haired woman, extandig her hand.
"Hi, you must be Christie." She said in a tone a little too luscious as she shook her hand.
Christie, who had been frozen on place, captivated by the sight of beauty in front of her, mentally slapped herself. 'Take a hold of yourself! You're here to meet your prey, damnit!' She told herself. As she came back to reality, she nodded graciously. "Pleased to meet you, Madam."
Helena smiled as she lead Christie to another chair by the window. "Please call me Helena." She said, sitting back on her chair.
"You wanted to see me?" Christie asked as casually as she could. She was nervous for the first time in years and wondered why.
'Probably because of what the girl said. If she dosen't flirt, she doesn't like me. She doesn't like me, I got more chances of being fiered. I get fiered, I'm done because Donavan won't like it in the very least.' She reasonned.
"Yes." Helena said as she observed Christie.
"...." She waited for the Frenchwoman to say something, but the blond seemed to be too absorbed in staring at her. "... Can I do something for you?" She questionned politely.
"Why, yes." She answered still smiling, her chin resting in her hands.
Christie waited for Helena to continue, but it seemed like she wasn't about to do it. "Would you tell me what it is?"
She had alot of difficulty to keep her cold and expressionless face. 'Stay calm.' She repeated herself. The situation was really becoming unnerving.
"I would like you to stay with me and talk. I could use compagnie and I would like to know you a little, since you're going to work here." She stared dreamily at Christie, who was incredibly stressed and strangely uncomfortable by now. The silence was broken only moments later as Helena got up again to observe the white hair closely.
"Is that your real hair color?" She asked, taking a strand of hair between her fingers.
Christie, who now had a _great_ view on Helena's chest, gulped and unexpectedly, she blushed. 'What's with me, today?' She asked herself as she managed to answer a small "yes.".
Helena backed away, noticing how uncomfortable Christie was and sighed. "You don't wanna stay with me, do you? You can go..." She sat back in her chair, aparently very dissapointed and turned back to the window.
Christie, shook her head. "No, Madam. I'm just nervous." She said as she asked herself again why she was, Helena clearly was flirting with her, so it was going to be all right....
"Helena." Was the answer the blonde gave her. Christie frowned. "How old are you?" She asked as if it was a clear explanation to her previous answer.
"24."
"You're older than me." she grinned. "So don't call me like that..... Madam..." She made a face. "Helena is ok."
Christie nodded, understanding.
"Do you speak french?" She asked eagerly, changing completly the subject.
"Er..."
*****
Maybe to be continued.
Author note: tell me if you liked it. ^___^