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Chapter Four: Because Her Cold Eyes Can Burn

"What's your status, Young one?"

Sark winced, he hated that code name.

"Still outside the happy Vaughn residence. Agent Vaughn came home about two hours ago and didn't spot us. The bugs in the house have confirmed that the Child hasn't seen us."

"Are they discussing anything important?"

"They just finished telling her the truth. She's taking it fairly well considering…"

"The capture must be made tonight, understand?"

"Yes sir."

Sark hung up the phone and sat back in the car, his eyes never leaving his brother's house. After they went to bed, Sark planned on slipping into Erica's room and taking her. Her parents would not notice anything, he was sure of it. They would be too busy with each other.

A smile crossed Sark's face unwillingly. His brother was happy, something that, deep down inside, Sark was pleased about. But in reality, Sark still wanted to hurt Vaughn like he had hurt him when he killed Lauren. Sark had truly loved Lauren, and he believed that she had loved him to, up until the moment when that bastard had put a bullet in her chest.

Kidnapping Erica would be a great way to get back at his brother. Actually a better way would be scoring with Sydney but that particular fantasy would have to wait. Taking his niece didn't require killing anyone that would cause Vaughn to seek revenge. More than likely, Sydney and Vaughn would come after their daughter, destroy the sect and let him go free. But if he hurt anyone, especially Erica he was a guarantee goner. Sark didn't want to die. In fact he had a much more interesting plan with his life that required him to be alive and the sect to be destroyed.

He thought of the Alliance and how Sloane had leaked Intel in order to bring the Alliance down. Now Sark was doing a similar thing. Kidnapping Erica on behalf of the sect would lead to the immediate downfall of the sect.

As visions of the sect's falling flashed in his mind, other images began to surface. Her light hair in his hands, her warm breath on his neck. He remembered the way she looked when he whispered "Soon, Soon my love" to her in their bed. And he was reminded of the last conversation he had with her before he went to take Erica.

"They named her what?"

"Erica Michele, after their friend Weiss who was shot days before she was born and after her father who was suppose to die the day after she was born."

"Let me get this straight, Vaughn named his daughter after Weiss?"

"Well I believe Sydney picked out the name, he just agreed"

"I always knew they were gay lovers together, him and Weiss." she had smirked before falling back into the bed.

God he had missed her. She had gone away for three years before coming back to him and now they were living blissfully. He was still involved with the sect but now his actions only meant to harm the sect. They didn't know about her coming back to him and that they were living together. For a group that claimed to be so on top of everything, they sure missed a hell of a lot of stuff that was going on under their noses.

Sark snapped back to the present as the lights in the Vaughn house went off. The only light that was still on was the one in their bedroom. Sark could just make out the silhouettes of Sydney and Vaughn. They appeared to be tangled together before falling back on what Sark presumed to be a bed. The light went off and Sark knew it was time.

He left the car and walked over to the house, coming to a stop under Erica's window. Spies have the worst security systems, he thought, as he carefully lifted the window form the frame.

Not making a sound, Sark slipped into the bedroom. It was a typical teenage bedroom, clothes strewn around, and posters of celebrities on the wall. But the teenager was missing from the room. Sark was so confused until he saw the bathroom light from down the hall turn off. Grinning wickedly, Sark stepped into the closet and took out a cloth which he dipped in chloroform.

As Erica walked into her room, Sark stood stone still in the closet. He muttered softly under his breath.

"Hello my dear niece"

I'm sorry if the section about Sark's lover is confusing, you'll find out her name eventually…