The Midnighter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen. These rights go to the character rightful author's, Fox, and Alan Moore and Keven O'Neill. I am purely using them for stories, and i am not intending to make a profit.
Summary: After losing everything he holds dear to him, Special Agent Sawyer has no choice but to join M, and to work for him as 'The Midnighter' a deadly Vampiric assassin. Will he be able to gain his old life back through some new friends?
Author's Notes: I'm sorry if i left you everyone! i had some problems with Bt Broadband for a few weeks and i have not been able to get online. I have a new chapter of Radio Skinner waiting in the wings, but here's something to keep going with Hope you'll Read and Review this! Idea's and comments always and gladly accepted!
The Midnighter
"Perhaps you'd like to work for me...i wonder what what happen if you barred all of your thoughts from your mind, become a deadly assasin?" James 'M' Moriarty suggested, leaning over the spy as a woman with dark, long black hair held him back by the arms.
"I'd never do such a thing, i've got better things to do.." Special Agent Sawyer replied harshly.
"Well what can you do?" M asked with a light, cruel laugh "All your family have been murdered..and what about The League? oh of course, they've been murdered too. You have nothing left, my dear American.."
At that statement Sawyer lay his head low. Everything he had had been taken from him. what did he have left to run back to? Nothing.
"I thought as much." M said to himself, knowing the Spy would give no comment. His gaze turned the the woman who held Sawyer back. She had very long, black raven hair, which hung down limply, but yet seemed full of life. She had the coldest blue eyes anyone could ever lay their eyes on, and very, very pale skin. She looked...dead.
"De le Vega, why don't you show our...Assasin, to his new quarters?" he asked of her.
Winter De La Vega gave M a nod in understanding, dragging The Spy along and out of the room.
With no access to the Silver Colt 45 Pistols from within the double holsters, Sawyer had no choice but to comply with orders. He let his feet drag, in a attempt to force Winter to stop. "Damn." he said to himself, gutted his idea did'nt go according to plan. Next up he tried to struggle with Winter, but her white hands gave a tight grip about his wrists.
Moments later they were in a room. It looked very posh, with all the trimmings, even though this was a fortress.
Still holding Sawyer back, Winter looked at him, almost as if she did'nt want to do what she had been told to. "Stick with us kid, and you might get to like the other side of the law..." She hissed into his ear.
Before having a chance to ask any questions, Winter's eyes turned red, and she threw her head down to the Spy's neck, still holding him back by his arms. Sawyer let out an extreme roar of pain as she sunk her fangs right into his neck. Already he could feel his life and energy leaving him.
What in the hell did he do to deserve this?...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Notes: Hope you enjoyed. Please R/R, and Thanks for reading!
- Laura.