The Midnighter

Disclaimer: See Part one for all details

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: Thank you for reviews so far. As exciting as this chapter is gonna be, i don't want to drag on, because i don't want you to become bored. I'm planning to split this into two parts, for the readers sake. I would also like to credit my friend Zap, since he helped me out with the idea's for continuing this story. Thank you!

Anyway, i hope you enjoy this, and please R/R!

The Midnighter - Chapter 2

A loud slam into the thick metal door erupted through the corridoors of M's fortress. The same noise could be heard again as a body slammed into it, trying to break it down. Special Agent Sawyer almost bounced back off the metal as his weakened body furiously wanted out of here. From what he had been trying to do for the past five minutes, Sawyer knew he'd be covered in bruises if he tried any harder. His stubborness seemed to get the better of him, and he kept trying, determined to get out. From what he had remembered from the past two hours, Winter had him held in her grasp, and had said to him 'Stick with us kid, and you might get to like the other side of the law'. Then there was nothing, just the empty feeling of waking up in this room. As much as it was lavished with luxury goods such as painting's, quilts, and leather chairs, Sawyer refused it, and had so begun to break the door off its hinges. As much as it seemed stupid, Sawyer was forgetting he had three weapons on him. A Winchester Repeater rifle, and two Colt 45 Pistols, it was obvious that Tom could shoot the door clean off its hinges, and get out that way. After trying for more than fifteen minutes now, Sawyer growled in frustration, kicking at the door with the heel of his black boots. He then turned, moving to sit on the carpet, placing his head in his hands.

"Why do they need me...and why did that De La Vega Vampire lady suddenly decide to have me for her lunch?" He asked out aloud to himself, but received no answer.

Suddenly remembering about De La Vega, Sawyer pulled the collar of his white shirt back, running a hand down the side of his neck. His stomach lurched as his fingers traced two deadly vampire marks on his neck. 'Oh god' he thought, the realisation of him now being immortal had just hit in smack in the face. 'Well, at least I can't die..that's a good thing.. bet the Secret Service ain't never had an immortal on their side before..' he contemplated. One thing that struck him harder was how The League had somehow been murdered off in one clean sweep, and how he lost everything he held in his life. Turning his attention back to the metal door, Sawyer suddenly snapped again hitting his blonde head with his hand 'Why don't I just shoot the door off..why didn't i think of that sooner!' Grabbing the Winchester he held it up, aiming at the hinges as randomly as possible, he pulled the trigger, a sound that he was all too used to ringed out in the room. Tom aimed again at the second row of hinges, firing again, and blowing them clean off. Grinning with excitement, now he was actually getting somewhere, Tom said to himself 'The joys of American Style shooting..'

Arming himself with the weapons he had, Sawyer pushed the door down, the metal plank slamming to the concrete surface, and he ventured down the halls...

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Did you hear that?" Winter De La Vega asked, sat in a chair right beside James Moriarty. Her ears caught the sound of the Metal door smashing into the concrete paving. Her black hair was tied up in a tight bun primly.

"Yes, I did. Sounded like work coming for downstairs, you know what I mean, De La Vega. Those blasted furnaces always make such a noise. You know I hate it." M replied, shrugging off the sound and where it could've come from.

"That sounded nothing like Furnaces to me. It sounded like a loud drumming, something hitting the floor, perhaps.." Winter debated. When she heard something she never let it simply pass from her thoughts.

"Think nothing more of it, De La Vega, come and enjoy some wine." The Proffesser told her, picking up two glasses and a bottle of the finest wine even Dorian Grey couldn't afford.

Winter sighed, pretending to forget about the noise, she nodded, taking a glass of white wine. The wine was so pure and clear it almost looked invisible.

"Maybe I am being to paranoid.." She commented, downing the glass of wine in one go.

"That may be so, but here's to us, the future.." M stated, giving a toast, and pouring Winter more wine.

"To us...and the future." Winter repeated, this time leaving the wine to settle before drinking it. "The future...what do you suppose that holds?" she then asked, sitting back in the leather armchair.

"Why, destroying The League once and for all, welcoming the Twentieth Century..us having our own League, and now with the ship in progress, and our Assassin at hand, what is there to stop us?" James explained, emphasising the word 'Our'. He laughed lightly, glad that nothing could stop them. Glad that nothing could wreck their plans..

"True." Winter said with a light nod, picking up her glass of wine and sipping it.

Just as soon as M was about to pull a wicked smile, a knock on the door came to his ears.

"What?" James asked, furious that someone would knock on his door, and disturb him, especially when he was celebrating with Winter.

A tall man walked in, wearing Armour, which had a couple of gun shots embedded into the metal. This was obviously one of M's guards, one of many who patrolled the most crucial parts, if not all of the fortress.

"Our Assassin...The American...is escaping.." he spoke, somewhat in shock. At those words, the guard suddenly dropped dead, a small trickle of blood leaked from under the chestplate of armour.

M could've swore his hair shot up on end in a bolt of fury, Winter herself had stood up on her feet at the news. Just when things were going their way, someone just had to come wreck their little party.

"Come De La Vega, if our new assassin thinks he can escape so easily, then he's got another thing coming.." M stated, grabbing a couple of weapons.

"I can track him down easily, this should'nt be too hard.." Winter said, already feeling her eyes turn red, and her blood boil at the sight of The Midnighter getting away...

TO BE CONTINUED...

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Author's Notes: I hope that wasn't too long for you to read. Thanks for reading, and please R/R!