Disclaimer: I do not own Alias. However April Winthers is my creation.
Sark decided to flirt a little bit, hopefully making his task a bit easier. "Did not the dress code say that this is a black and white ball?" he asked, scanning her body with his blue eyes that matched the color of her dress.
"I believe that is correct," April responded without taking her eyes away from the bartender who was making her a martini.
"So are you breaking the dress code then?" Sark continued the jest.
"I suppose," was all April said. She noticed his accent, which intrigued her a little. Non-Americans always sparked her interest, but she opted to play hard to get which would involve her not making eye contact. If he looked as good as his voice sounded, then she probably would give into him right then and there.
The man standing next to her didn't respond with a smart comment, like she thought he would. All that was between them was silence and April hated silence.
"After all, this is my father's party." For her, this was the only comment that she could say in order to continue the conversation. She had to put herself up higher then him and establishing that was saying that she was the princess of the ball.
"It is. It is." Sark was not giving anything away.
April couldn't take it anymore. She had to look at him. What she saw was a blond haired, blue-eyed male, who looked like he was about in his mid to late-twenties, obviously had some sort of wealth, because he was dressed in an immaculate white suit (dutifully following the dress code) and had a grin seared into his face. She didn't recognize him. She figured he probably had some business relation with her father otherwise he wouldn't be here.
The man she looked into had felt her eyes upon her and introduced himself. Not with an alias. "I'm Julian Sark."
She extended her hand, "April Winthers."
Quietly he said, "I know who you are," accepting the gesture.
"So you've heard of me?"
"A little."
"Well I've never heard of you," she said matter-of-factly turning away from him to face the party. With her martini in her hand (her first one), she examined the guests. Most of them she had seen never seen before. She had spent most of her life in boarding school across the Atlantic so she missed meeting her father's business associates. To her, most of them seemed boring and stiff, but Julian Sark looked comfortable in his own skin, much to the opposite of her.
"I'm surprised." She was making this too easy. Sark had already pinned her as desperate. He could tell that she wasn't comfortable in the life she led. Her behaviors had shown it. The way she wouldn't look at him; showed that she wasn't willing to accept things, whether it is on the level of him or life.
"Are you famous or something?" April pretended to be interested, but truth be told, she really didn't care. Tonight she wanted to have some fun. And tonight, Julian Sark looked like fun.
Holding her in his arms told him this was the perfect opportunity. She trusted him by now. They had danced together for five straight songs and people were starting to notice. Sark did not want to attract attention to him so he figured this was the time to stop and get his job done.
He was having fun. No doubt about it, but his mind wasn't off his mission. Before he had left to go to the ball to establish his target he made contact with his former boss, Irina Derevko. She offered him her flat in Madrid as a place to hold Winthers, until he figured out what to do with her next. Derevko seemed interested in Winthers and perhaps maybe had a purpose for her, which would explain Irina's willingness to help Sark out with his current situation.
Sark didn't like asking for help. It made him feel weak. He had weighed through all of his options. He couldn't leave her with her family, because the Covenant would find out soon enough and kill him. He figured as long as he had the girl in possession then the Covenant could not kill him because he would have what they wanted. For most of his life he had been on the run and this would be no different. He would just have someone with him.
"Why don't we go outside for a little air?" Sark asked. It seemed like the thing to do, considering they have been dancing for twenty minutes straight and the ballroom was beginning to get stuffy, so April quickly said yes.
Before April knew it she was unconscious. The last thing she remembered was Sark placing a white cloth over her mouth, taking one breath and falling suddenly into his arms. Now waking up twelve hours later in a completely new place was definitely what she would call a shock.
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