December 2092

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Authors note: Please read and review, Thanks ka-mia2286, grace, coolcaramello, and angel2db for your positive reviews. As for ka-mia2286's question, Angel is Liam. Also I know that T came off poorly in the second chapter, but hopefully that treatment will be justified in the last chapter, the same chapter that will coincidently reveal the contents of the letter. Coolcaramello Your questions will be answered partially by chapter 4, and completely by the letter. Also This is the last dramatic generational leap.

All Italicized sentences are said in Russian.

Lilly Haris: Is the Daughter of T's Sister, and the veterinarian Alexander Harris

Lilly Harris POV

The sound of dirty acid rock, with geno beats and post modern thoughts thrown in for good measure reverberated through out the Russian Night club Herr Jones. I pulled off my parka as I entered, reveling a black and red mini skirt ensemble. I glanced around the club causally looking for my partner in this mission of espionage, Liam Summers.

"Hi" The voice was low, barley, audible above the music. I turned around, surprised to see Liam behind me, holding two glowing blue drinks. His mysterious appearing act reminded me of his reputation as an anima. A brilliant spy, who could survive any battle, but refused to go out in the sun.

I took a sip of the drink, it tasted like cleaning fluid, and Liam smiled at my grimace

"So, have you seen Kitradge yet" Liam asked and I was reminded of our purpose, to find Kitradge, a dangerous vampire who had dug hundreds of nuclear bombs out of the Russian ground, and then resold them to terrorists. The old C.I.A., had been able to ignore vampires. Now with the vampire population, almost doubling each year, vampires had come to define the C.I.A. Although the world at large remained unaware of there existence

"No" I replied

"Have you gone to the bar yet"

"No"

"Do you want to go get another drink?"

I was about to protest when the metaphorical anvil hit me, Kitradge must be at the bar. I dropped my glass on the floor it shattered and splashed but no one noticed because of the acid rock (Well I guess the music was good for something).

"A white Russian please" I asked. Then I noticed Kitradge checking me out. He was to busy looking at other things to notice the gun up my sleeve.

"Hello" Kitradge said as my drink arrived, and I turned towards his face, only then did I truly realize that the mission called on me to kiss, a vampire.

"Hello" I said trying to focus on his assists; his futures were perfect, his hair blond and floppy, his eyes hollow, and emotionless, pools of green. I leaned over ignoring the white Russian and kissed him. His lips weren't cold like I had imagined in fact, it was like kissing any other stranger, it was just part of the job. The part of the job, I disliked the most .

I slowly unlocked my lips, turned around and began to walk towards the door. I tried to be the seductress from the movie with the swaying sexual hips. Instead I felt like a six-year-old playing dress up.

Kitradge followed me, I could no longer hear the acid rock over my thumping heart, I hoped Liam wasn't as nervous, as I, because the next step in our plans depended on us; I left the door swinging behind me. I turned the corner on to an alley, their Liam stood in the shadows.

"Duck" he yelled, I obeyed before I thought as Kitradge leapt at me or rather over me. Kitradge ended his leap in a roll, as he stood up, Liam swung at him with a stake

It grazed Kitradges skin, and wreaked his tacky valor shirt, but nothing more. Kitradge stood up quickly and drew his gun.

He shot liam twice, then he turned quickly and grabbed me by the neck his hands were cold and I missed my coat, as the wind whipped down the alley. I know that's an odd thought to have right before you die, but I am outside, in a Russian winter without a coat, Napoleon was defeated by weather like this.

"You know what I consider annoying" Kitradge growled his face a few inches from mine "The CIA, I mean I must send them at least six dead spies back a month, and still they send more. Its almost like they want them dead, I mean the pretty spies aren't so bad, but guys like him, snap like kindling." Kitradges teeth were out; I could feel his breath gaseous on my neck.

"You know what I find annoying" the voice was a darker shade of Liams. "Villains who have to resort to clichéd monologues". Kitradge turned away from me and my still untouched neck. "I mean some variation would help, maybe you could start singing opera" Suddenly I saw a stake fly through the air and hit him in the heart. Kitradge and death vanished into ash. "Even quoting fraud would make you more interesting if not unique."

I looked toward Liam, and I saw his face transformed. I screamed grabbed the stake and charged. Liam blocked me casually, fending me off with one hand. First knowing the stake from my hands then blocking each of my punches with his arm. I kept punching till he grabbed my hand in his.

"Stop" He Said

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"Do I have an option?"

"I'm not evil, why would the CIA, Hire me if I was evil . . . O.K. bad example, but I'm not"

"Why not"

"Long story".

"Give me the Coles notes"

"Gypsy's cursed me with a soul, so I am good, or rather not evil. . . Most of the time."

"Oh" I said nothing else seemed sufficient, he let go of my hand, and I realized that mine was colder then his, and I ran towards the bar and my coat

Next Chapter: More Lilly, More Spies, another generation, and something from the mannilia envolope.

Please RR, what do you think of the spies.