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By: Lady Isis
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and most probably never will, I only use the characters to write fictional stories. However the story line for Cursed Blood belongs to me.
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Chapter 3
Crimson Corp
Next re-write out...i hope you enjoy it
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Symes was nervous, in fact nervous was an understatement. It was two in the morning and he was going to tell the King of Vampires that his nightclub had been destroyed.
Gulping down his fear he slammed the door on his taxi and crossed the busy road to the door of 'Crimson Corp'. The bosses of this huge business were some very powerful vampires that included Mr. De Silva and you didn't want to mess around with them if you valued your life.
Mr. De Silva is of the oldest and most powerful vampires that ever existed which earned him the titles of 'The King of the night', 'The dark angle' along with a whole sting of others.
Symes scowled to himself, Mr De Silva was one of those men that attracted woman like flies to honey, not just because he was rolling in money but also because of his stunning good looks.
Even Symes had to admit he wanted to be Mr De Silva – badly, what man wouldn't?
He was handsome, successful and could have anything he wanted. Walking through the automatic doors of the building the first thing that hit him was the huge lobby. Symes jaw dropped to the ground, the room was a picture of elegance and style with black marble floors and burnt red walls, he did not know much about the place but from what he could see was it made a lot of money.
Making his way to the front desk Symes was aware of all the posh people around the room staring with disgust at how he looked, so he just sneered brazenly back. They all wore perfectly pressed suits and carried flash leather briefcases in one hand, remembering what he came there to do he marched to the large reception desk in the centre of the room.
As every thing in the room the desk was made of a dark wood and the woman behind it had an air of strictness surrounding her. Her hair was severely pulled away from her head into a tight bun emphasizing the paper thin skin stretched over her bones.
Like everyone else in the lobby she wore a black skirt suit and on her flat right breast she had the logo of 'Crimson Corp'. A blooming white rose in which from the centre a liquid that looked suspiciously like blood ran in long rivulets down staining it's petals red as it went.
Leaning onto the desk he looked at the woman talking to her in a low tone.
"I want to see Mr. De Silva."
At the name of Mr. De Silva her dark eyebrows lifted in sarcasm and mock as she looked up and down at his appearance. He knew he was out of place in the building but there was no need to be rude about it.
"Do you have an appointment?" Her voice could only be described as low and nasally setting Symes teeth on edge
"No...But I have to see him. It's very impor...." but she interrupted before he could finish
"Look Sir" she said mockingly "If you don't have an appointment, you can't go and see him."
This woman was beginning to annoy Symes already red hot temper, he had come all this way to tell Mr. De Silva personally about the explosion and they wouldn't let him in.
His annoyance was evident as it came out in his voice "Look it's an emergency and I need to see Mr. De Silva now." He said more forcefully than he had intend to.
To his dismay he was beginning to attract much unwanted attention as the people stopped chatting and looked again his way again.
"Look yourself, unless you want to be escorted out by security I suggest you make both our lives a little easier and PLEASE LEAVE!" Her face twisting as she expressed her anger, her eyes opening so wide you could see the whites surrounding them and her cheek beginning to twitch.
Then a new voice entered their conversation
"Is there something wrong Miss Rime?" Her eyes swivelled to the right of Symes to focus on the man just behind him. Symes spun round to look at the man himself. He was very handsome with dark blond hair and grey blue eyes dressed in an expensive dark grey suit.
"Good morning Mr. Whittier, I'm just having a problem with this man who is determined to see Mr. De Silva." She said in her irritating voice.
"What is so important that you persist to see Mr. De Silva?" he inquired
"It has to do with his nightclub 'The Snare.' " he responded curtly
"Well if you say it's important you'll have to see me first. You'd best not be wasting my time though. My names Jadeite Whittier by the way, lets go."
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Jed knew who this man was, it was Symes, one of Darien's employees but what the hell did he want here?
All of the so called 'watchers' of various nightclubs knew they weren't allowed to come near Crimson Corp or try and to see Mr. De Silva for that matter.
This had better be very important Jed though as they walked into the elevator Symes following behind. On one of the highest floors the elevator stopped and opened to let them off. Walking out they made their way to Jed's office.
He noticed in disgust that Syme's eyes practically popped out of his head every time he saw a woman and would turn around once they went past to look at their backsides.
Making it to his office he pushed the door open, a plaque that was screwed on the its surface had in capitals letters had the name 'JED WHITTIER'.
Inside the office the walls were painted a dark red with sleek black leather chairs and a huge desk harbouring a modern computer and office work. Indicating to one of the leather chairs Symes dropped into it as Jed sat gracefully in the largest chair behind the desk.
"So Mr. Symes, what is 'so important' that could not be said on the phone?"
"Ah...I...I just was going to tell Mr. De Silva that his nightclub ' The Snare' was destroyed in a...a...a explosion...yeah that's it." Symes mumbled
"Did you see any thing?"
"No nothing, nothing at all sir." Jed lent back in his chair chewing over the case, this could be something very important. Maybe he should let Symes see Darien.
Jed was so absorbed in thought he failed to notice the gorgeous raven- haired beauty sneaking up behind him.
Next thing he knew soft hands had covered his vision and a silky voice whispered in his ear.
"Guess who?"
"Ray..." He whispered
Even though Jed was not in the best mood Ray always seemed to bring the good out of him. What good? What was he talking about? A good vampire? That was something to scoff about.
Lets rephrase, that Ray always seemed to bring the 'best' out of him. He was aware of the hands leaving his eyes and a weight on his lap.
"How could you tell?" She pouted
People often perceived her as sophisticated and mature woman, not many people got to see the adorable side of her.
Except now Symes to whom he cast a glance in which he instantly regretted. Symes was staring at Ray in a way he did not like, a look of lust and desire. It made him want to rip the mans throat out, controlling his animal urges he directed his speech to the goggling Symes.
"Could you please excuse us?" When Symes did not respond Jed cleared his throat repeating the question again
"Please excuse us." The second time the sentence came out as more of a statement.
Symes looked flustered "Oh...ah...sorry." He mumbled standing up to shuffle out the room.
"Jed why did you send that man out?" She said softly playing with his blond hair that rested on his face
"You know why" Nuzzling her in the neck making her giggle
"Are you jealous?" she probed
"Why would I be jealous? He's no competition." As he gently placed soft butterfly kisses on her jaw.
"Men, you're so egotistic," she said pushing against his chest and off his lap to walk round the other side of the desk.
"And why would he be no competition. Maybe I like men like that, then to men like you."
"Really?" Jed stood up to his full six foot height to and walked over to her only stopping three feet in front to dominate.
"Yes." She said promptly crossing her arms under her breast and lifting her right hand every few seconds to look at the long scarlet fingernails at different angles giving the impression she was uninterested in Jed.
"Well do men like him kiss like men like us?'' As fast as lightning he closed the proximity between them to sweep Ray into his arms and lay a long and passionate kiss on her lips.
At first she tried to resist, but Jed being stronger than her pushed he harder to his lean body intensifying the kiss in the process, Ray eventually give up the fight when she knew she could not win and responded to the kiss like fire to fire giving him the freedom to let him run his hands up her sides. Breaking the kiss Jed looked down at Ray who's arms were around his neck.
"So what do you think of our kisses." He asked.
She spoke remarkably calmly and nonchalant for a person had just had the world's best French kiss.
"Well it was okay - I guess I could get used to men like your type." Unsatisfied with her answer he descended upon her lips for a second time for another long and passionate kiss both involved playing twister with their tongues.
"What about that one?" Jed questioned when they broke the kiss
"I never realized your types were such good kissers."
"Well now you know." He joked
"So why don't we stay here today and practice those kisses?" she asked seductively playing again with his hair
Jed groaned what a brilliant idea, how come she always comes up with these great ideas when he's busy
"Sorry babe I can't, I have to see you brother?" A look of disappointment crossed her face.
"Why?" she whined, whenever Ray wanted to do any thing he always pushed her away with work.
"Because one of the night clubs was blown up under suspicious circumstances."
"Can't we leave it to some detective?" She whispered playfully nipping his ear
"I'm sorry sweetie but I need to see him. How about I take you to dinner tonight?"
"Okay." She said sulkily pouting
"I'll take us somewhere special." He said kissing her adorable pout
"Better be." She said as he left the room
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Symes was waiting outside when Jedeite exited the room. He was sitting in one of the over stuffed blue chairs in the corridor
"I have decided to take you to Mr. De Silva. Let's go."
Symes followed Mr. Whittier to Mr. De Silva's office. He said he had 'decided' to take him to his office. Symes almost snorted when he said that, yeah right like he was doing any deciding in that office with that exotic woman. He wasn't stupid.
Making a decision: No. Making out: Yes
Symes closely watched Mr. Wittier hoping he did not get lost this place, it was like a never-ending maze. They finally made it somewhere to walk into a large room painted red to match the rest of the building with black couches and expensive paintings. Right at the end wall was a huge set of double doors in dark wood. On the door there was a plaque
'DARIEN DE SILVA.'
Jed walked over to an identical desk as the one down stairs by a double door to talk to the small woman behind it. Unlike the last she was attractive with short brown hair cut in the latest fashion accentuated by highlighting streaks and a curvy body to match clad in a light grey suit.
"Hello Mr. Whittier, having a nice morning?" She saod enthusiastically with a pleasing voice
"No not particularly, thank you for asking Miss Chase. Could I please see Darien? It's important"
"Let me just see." Was her reply as she pushed a button on a small machine
"Mr. De Silva Mr. Whittier is here to see you," she said into the microphone just hovering above her mouth connected to an earpiece.
"Well he did say it was important...should I send him in...Okay I'll do that." Taking her finger off the machine she walked to the double doors and proceeded to open one of them.
"Mr. De Silva will see you now."
"Thank you Miss Chase." Was his reply
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Jed walked into the room closely followed by Symes. He spotted Darien behind a huge desk slightly leaning over some work he was reading.
"Excuse me Darien." Darien's head snapped up from his work at the sound of his name
"This had better be good Jed." He said a tad irritated
Darien looked at Jed who stood by the door, only when he moved to sit in the chair opposite his desk did he notice the slob Symes. What the hell was he doing here?
"What brings you here to my humble abode?" Darien asked
"Symes has something important to tell you." Informed Jed
"Really, and what is that?" tilting his head slightly to Symes
The fat pig just stood there looking like he wished he was somewhere else rather then here, there were visible drops of sweat was running down his face.
Darien was becoming irritable he was a busy man he had no time for this
"Speak, I don't have all day to waste on you."
Finally grabbing some nerve he spoke, his voice horse and shaky
"Sir...ah...ah...I thought you would like to know one of your night clubs has been destroyed." That caught Darien's attention and he raised an elegant eyebrow inquisitively
"Which one?" he inquired
"What?" Symes spluttered in fear
Darien rolled his eyes in disgust it was like talking to a incompetent child
"Let me repeat that, which one of my night clubs was blown up?"Pronouncing every word agonizingly slowly as the flush of humiliation coated Symes cheeks.
Darien could not give a damn about the nightclubs. They were only opened to keep the weak night creatures out of the way and unknowingly become the decoys to for the slayers to kill keeping them constantly busy cleaning up after the useless pests instead of the real vampires. Real Vampires are the ones that could harness a great magnitude of power through years of training and absorbing of other creatures.
"The...Snare...Sir." he gulped
"Do you know who did it? Or do you need me to repeat that for you too."
Symes looked very uncomfortable it was very obvious, beads of sweat had collected on his forehead and upper lip to stream down once the drops became too heavy.
The acrid stench of fear was evident to both Darien's and Jed's sensitive sense of smell as well as the pungent smell of Symes underarms that even a normal person would detect.
"No...No...Sir. I..I have no...no idea." That was suspicious
Darien had appointed Symes to this particular club to report any shady business. Unless he drove off to get some junk food or was making out with someone, correction I should say 'something', Darien thought with a snigger he should at least have seen something, any thing to give a clue.
Darien made the decision to take a peek in Symes mind. He indicated to Jed what he was going to do and to follow him as he went.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, he didn't don't know if that's true but he did know the eyes are the windows to the mind, so making eye contact he travelled through his pupil and the lens, into his Symes retina.
From there he moved down the optic nerve into the mind. Darien probed into Symes exterior thoughts there was nothing of value there. Moving deeper into his mind he was stopped by Symes subconscious mental walls.
People have mental walls, some strong others weak, Symes was weak physically as he was mentally, he could easily have gotten past without even being noticed, but where's the fun in that? So he did it in the most painful way by breaking through his weak mental walls by smashing them down bit by bit.
Back in the office he was aware of screaming coming from Symes who dropped to the floor
Through the mental walls he was hit with full channels of thought. Darien had seen many disgusting things in his life and he could honestly say that Symes life was under one of those categories, the man lived like a pig matching his piggish features.
Darien and Jed felt Symes in pain as he was rolling on the ground moaning at the destruction they were leaving.
'Good you deserve it you lazy pitiful vermin.' And both Darien and Jed sneered inflicting more havoc in Symes mind. They were having so much fun they missed a vital clue the first time and only picked it up on the second look.
It was deeply concealed right at the back of his conscience; probing deeper Darien began to break down the concealing walls.
Symes was in ultimate pain screaming on the floor, blood beginning to drip from his nostrils from the pressure.
Darien hated to admit it, who ever concealed this memory was strong and it took more time and energy than he anticipated to enter the memory. Finally breaking through, he began to relive the memory.
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He was in his taxi relaxing chewing on a hot dog, he thought nothing of it when he saw a lone person exit the Snare and walk slowly down the street.
That was until a terrific boom sounded across the night and the building was engulfed in flames the thought stuck him that perhaps that person had something to do with it.
Following the street the person went down, he finally spotted a lone figure indicating for a ride. Darien felt Symes lust for her as he realized the person was a woman.
A woman with short, spiky, electric blue hair. She wore a tight metallic tank top stretched tightly across her breasts and jeans covered in rips up the thighs matching the denim jacket that was tapered around the waist to fall just shy of the knee.
He did not recognize the woman as she had dark sunglasses on, but underneath he could just make out large eyes heavily lined with kohl, her skin was very pale, emphasized by her dark blue lips. Overall she seemed a very attractive person.
"Where to honey." Symes said, he could see annoyance in the way her lips pursed at that comment
"5th Ave." was all she said in a cold voice.
Darien watched her through the mirror; her face was blank, showing no emotion.
"Here's the place. That will be $28.50." Symes said as he spun round to look at her exit the taxi. Before leaving she leaned just before the open window to make eye contact with Symes, a second later they felt his brain began to slow down and weaken as she began to hide his memory.
Spinning on her heel she walked away as he felt Symes mind snap back into focus, moments ago forgotten as he drove to the Snare only to find the place on fire and swarming with fire trucks.
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Leaving Symes mind Darien sat down in his chair. This woman was a slayer, he was sure of it and she seemed powerful, very powerful too powerful.
She may be a threat, he needed to find out who she was, he knew from the memory she possibly lived round 5th Ave, but there were thousands of apartments there. Putting himself in the boots of the slayer he came to the conclusion that if he was a slayer he would use this plan again, but the question was where?
"Darien do you think this woman's a slayer?"
"Yes there's no doubt about it but..." he said trailing off "She seems different."
"You got that feeling too? How come she feels so different?" Jed was bewildered he had never felt the vibes this woman gave off
"I don't know, but she is defiantly not a normal slayer, her mind control was very strong, too strong for your average human."
"But Darien is she even human? I got the distinct impression that she was superior to a human."
"No I think she's human, we'll get Ray to ask the great fires surely it would know what type of human sh..." Darien's speech was interrupted by a long moan of pain.
They turned in their seats to look at the forgotten lump of fat. With a sigh Darien pushed the button on his desk.
"Miss Chase can you please call security. I have some rubbish to be removed."
"Can do Mr. De Silva, just wait a sec." came her voice
No sooner had he removed his finger from the button the doors opened and two bulky men walked in. Indicating to the lump on the floor they picked him up from under his sweaty arms and hauled him out.
Just before they exited the door Darien sent a mind message to Symes.
'Good work Symes, expect a bonus on your pay. Make sure you start work at the usual time tomorrow or you can consider you bonus and pay removed. Chao.'
"So Darien do you think she'll attack again?" inquired Jed
"I think there's a very good chance considering she did a good job at concealing herself, excluding Symes. I'd say she might even try again tonight. She's probably real proud about the destroying of the Snare, she might even want to add more clubs to her list to brag about."
"Yeah, but even if she did attack again which club would it be? There's thousands of Nightclubs full of Vampires in New York."
"Well it's a matter of figuring out her trend."
"What the hell does a trend have to do with it?" Jed questioned
"Jed, what was the biggest Vampire nightclub?"
"I guess it was the....Snare?..." pausing he got Darien's idea "Ah now I see what your getting at, she attacked one of the biggest nightclubs so you think she's going to target another large club, which is..."
"Zymonic Zero. I'm positive that's where she will go next, it's just about the same size as the Snare."
"So let me guess your plan is to get someone to go to the club, keep and eye out until they see her then kill her?" Jed said with a twinkle in his eye
"Close, very close. Jed you will go to the club with Zach and keep and eye out for her, except I want you to capture and bring her here; unharmed. I want to know who she is and what she is, then we'll torture her for all the extermination she has done to our kind."
"Well then, I'd best go and inform Zach of our plans." Jed standing up and walking out the door.
Darien sat at his desk, maybe he shouldn't destroy her after all she could be a very powerful ally and if she refused he would destroy her, simple as that.
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Serena woke up the next morning felling refreshed from last nights events, must be still running on adrenaline she thought. Walking to her French doors she flung them open to let the air and light come streaming into her room, standing out on balcony she looked at the Saturday morning traffic zooming past as she recalled last nights events.
She was pretty proud of her job not being arrogant or any thing, the fact is not many slayers would have been able to pull that plan off. Walking into Vampire territory was a dangerous thing to do.
Moving back into her bedroom she pulled on a robe and made her way out into her kitchen.
"Ames what do you want for breakfast?" She yelled down the hall but her question was remained unanswered, she still not back? Where was she? She questioned.
Obviously she's still having a great time some where. With sigh she looked at the clock on the wall 8:22.
It worried Serena that Amy was still not back, for other people they would say she was paranoid and Amy was just sleeping off a hang over at her boyfriends, simple.
Serena however knowing what the night was filled with, it was no wonder she was worried.
"I'll give her another 10 minutes to get back or else I'll phone her." She murmured knowing how annoying it was to get phoned still on her date when Amy got worried.
Thoughts of Amy in a ditch some where all her blood drained out flickered across her mind creating more doubt.
"Get over it Serena, Amy's is safe probably having a good time where ever she is." She chided her self.
Opening the fridge she pulled out some eggs, milk, flour, sugar and a bowl. She cracked a couple eggs and poured the milk into the bowl whisking it into a light yellow solution.
Sifting the flour and sugar into a bowl she proceeded in adding the liquid ingredients to the dry ingredients until everything had created some smooth pancake mix.
Serena stuck a frying pan on her ceramic top stove and spooned the mixture into it. As she worked she muttered to herself about how to lecture Amy for being out so long and worrying her to death.
"Amy what the hell were you thinking being out there so long, you scared me to death." Then predicting what she would say
'But Serena your always out late.'
She added to her speech " Yes but I'm experienced at being out, and besides what would any one want with a blond bimbo like my self when they could have the girl who could win the 'Cutsie competition for the universe'?"
Yes that sounded right. When Amy comes back she would lecture her into some sense.
Finishing her pancakes she looked at them proudly, it looked as if there were a thousand of them all steaming piled high on a plate.
She was allowed to be proud of one more thing this morning considering if you had met Serena five years ago and asked her to make you a cream coffee she would probably burn the water and stick facial cream in being so inexperience at cooking.
Good thing she met Lita, she was a pro at cooking. She taught Serena everything she needed to know on cooking, but that still didn't make Serena any good at it, she can only make the basics and simple recipes otherwise she's very liable to stuff it up.
Catching a glimpse of the time on the oven clock, she shrieked it was 8:55 and still Amy was not home, sprinting to the phone she dialled Amy's mobile number
one ring
two rings
three rings
Yet Amy still was not picking up.
That was until she heard from her lounge the soft music of wind chimes. Amy's ring tone, instantly she felt relieved Amy must be back. Putting down the receiver she walked to the lounge to express her disapproval only to discover - no one was there.
Amy was back? but then where the hell was she? That's when she noticed Amy's flip phone resting upon the glass top coffee table.
She had forgotten her phone.
A human mistake, it was not Amy's fault, there was no reason to lose it, Amy's probably still safe and happy at Gregs.
She thought to her self, but unlike the first time it did not reassure her and before she could stop herself panic took over and she was screaming out her frustrations to an invisible nobody.
"WHOLY COW she forgot her phone! What the hell was she thinking In New York with NO phone!!! What the hell were you thinking Amy!?!?!?! How can I know if your safe if you don't carry your ph..." she was interrupted by an equally loud voice
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Serena!" Yelled Amy coming into view as she battled to get her key loose from the lock in the front door, she looked tired but happy
"I'm back, I'm so sorry Sere I was so excited last night I forgot my phone, forgive me?" She said smiling tentatively with a puppy dog look in her eyes that she knew Serena could not resist.
Sighing and rolling her eyes with she went over to Amy and much to the surprise of Amy she swept her into a hug and almost cried with relief.
Amy looked bewildered why the hell was Serena acting so emotional?
But like Serena had said many times before, they don't know how dangerous the streets of New York are especially at night. Serena had lost a lot of people to the night and she didn't know how she would take it if Amy died.
Serena practiced lecture went flying out the window as she went soft on Amy. Damn I'm so weak when it comes to punishing her.
"Amy promise me in the future you'll tell me where you go, you scared the s- h-i-t out of me." Dragging out the shit part.
Amy looked at Serena, it was not often Serena swore she often said
'Swearing is a low class thing to do, ladies never swear' and here she was swearing. Wow she must have really worried her.
Controlling herself Serena unlatched from Amy "Okay Ames ya hungry? I made us some breakfast, I bet you are after last night," giving her a nudge and Amy began to blush
"You have to tell me everything."
"Everything?" She winced
"Every thing, you owe it to me for aging me ten years from worry."
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"Sere you've really out done your self." Amy said patting her stomach to show how full she was.
"Thanks Ames. Sooo" I said slowly "WhaddidyadowithGreglastnight?" Saying so fast it was like a blur
"Sere you've got to talk slower, I can't understand a single word you're saying."
Calming my breath I said slower "What did you do with Greg last night?"
Amy blushed "Well last night we went to that flash restaurant 'The Bellisima' and had dinner with Lita and Ken." She stopped taking a sip of her coffee.
"Yeah and then." I prompted Amy's blush intensified as she reminisced on last night's events
"Then we went to Greg's place and he said he loved me." Amy's eyes glazed over with love.
"Ah ha" I said, I might seem cold, but I'm really happy for her it's just I'm not a romantic like she is and to me it sounds a bit corny.
"Then what?" I asked
"We made love."
Such a simple statement that I dropped out of my seat, so Amy had done it with him, big deal that was nothing to get excited about, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't supress the feeling as jealousy reared her ugly head.
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