Delivery

Chapter 17

The gangplank ran from the yacht to the Lagoon was something straight from an American Television series. It was orniate, gold chains with pearl inlay. The plank itself had a rich red carpet that ran the length of it, and from what could be seen under it was polished oak with silver riveting. The entire thing screamed wealth, prestige, and honestly Revy wondered how much it could be sold for if it was cut up into pieces.

She felt the chains, and they were real gold. It wasn't merely painted. She'd held enough old coins, bars, and other bits of gold to know what gold felt like. This looked to be pure. She looked behind her to see the walking MILF advertisement, Tsurara, and the living dead bitch coming up the ramp with them. All of this was working on the word of honor between thieves. That was something most people didn't realize.

In order for them to do business they had to keep their word, deliver whatever their shipment was, and ensure that all parties knew what was coming. It was simply how things were done. Most of the deals they made were kept because it would be impossible for them to get work otherwise, and broken deals usually led to the kind of trouble no one wanted. It was a sure fire way of ending all business relationships. From what she'd seen so far the Miao Family acted in a very business-like manner. Sure, they were trying to disrupt their business, but that was because their own contract seemed to dictate so. She had to believe that her Rocky-Baby negotiations would hold.

She looked ahead at him, and despite everything happening around her it was hard to keep her eyes off of the way he looked in his slacks. It was part of being on the edge, of being so close to death, that simply made someone want to reaffirm that they were alive. She wasn't someone that couldn't control herself though. She'd been in tense situations before, and usually afterward it was a trip home to a bottle of beer and some stress relief. Watching Rock, her Rocky-Baby, she looked forward to seeing what sex was like with someone she cared about.

She wanted to feel every delicious inch, she practically wanted to fuck him like an animal, and she wanted to let him feel her from the inside. But all of that would have to wait. At the moment she needed to focus on getting them out alive. He'd said it the best once. She was his gun, and he was her bullet. Well, her bullet had done its job, now it was time for the gun to provide the cover needed. She could see the different individuals, some of which she'd worked with before.

Rin Rin stood out to her. The smallish man was only about four feet tall, but he was covered in slabs of muscle and fat. She'd seen him pick up about four hundred pounds and run with it. He had an Irish accent, his hair was copper colored, and all of it looked like a mess of loose electrical wires. His beard, which he'd always had one, was in a thick braid, with a large copper ring at the end of it. She saw his weapons of choice, a small collection of throwing daggers and a war hammer. He was wearing a kevlar vest, padded combat pants, and a decent pair of combat boots. All of it looked like it came from the stores that sold the various goods from the various armies around the world.

"Two Hands, how's it sittin'?"

She smiled, "Like a good kitten, but it's something you're never gonna get to experience Rin Rin."

He laughed, the sound was almost manic, "Suppose not, so, you and Gambler huh?" he asked, "Good, figured that the two of you were already together."

She studied him before shrugging, "Took a while, so, I take it that you're not human, right?"

He nodded, "Fraid not. Good old fashioned Dwarf, like the kind that's talked about in the Hobbit. I got disowned by my bastard of an Uncle. Xia-Long gonna help me settle things later on. Mostly in showing him the error of his ways before removing his head from his shoulders."

She smiled, "Ah, families, pain in the asses, right?"

He nodded, "Sure is, especially since he sold everyone on the idea that I was dead. Wasn't from a lack of trying. He collapsed a tunnel on me. That's why I'm so pretty now."

She looked at him, "Well, color me impressed," she replied before she looked around, "I don't think that your fellow employees like you talking too much."

He laughed again, "Well, too fuckin' bad. Ain't often that I get to meet with someone I like. If they don't like it they can have a word with me. Likely be just the one, depending on the tone."

He fell in line and walked with them, "Besides, bunch of snooty stuck up monsters," he said with disdain, "Cept for that succubus, she's a good sort, and she likes to joke around."

They walked until they met with Xia-Long. He looked mostly the same as the last time, and he led them to the hold. Stepping inside Rock could see her in the far corner. He stepped in and the sound was of the girl scrambling toward the furthest corner. He took a seat in the middle, and Revy watched as he waited.

"It's okay," he said softly, "We're here to take you home. We talked it over with Xia-Long, and he's going to let us take you to our boat. From there we're going to take you to your mother."

"M..Mama?" the voice was soft, "I...I wanna go home."

The sound was broken, like the girl had been wounded badly. Rock sat still, waiting, "We're going home, I promise you that," he replied gently, "I bet that you'd like to be somewhere safer, right?"

He smiled at the darkness, "I promise that you'll be safe aboard our boat."

Within seconds there was a blurr, and before Revy could react there was a girl with her arms around Rock. She could see that the girl was missing a hand, the place where it had been had healed. The girl looked up, and the scar over her eye showed the burn. Those two little psycho brats had done a number on her. She whimpered as Revy looked at her. But then she calmed down as Rock rubbed her back.

"You'll be safe. So, let's go over there, and then we will meet up with your mother, sound good?"

She nodded, "I wanna go home, I wanna see mama."

He got up slowly, "Hold on, and I'll carry you over."

He carried her, and Revy shook as she looked at the girl's thighs. The evidence of what those brats had done was there, and she felt herself shake in rage. She'd been beaten, cut, and there was an endless list of other tortures that they'd done to her. Still, her Rocky-Baby was acting like a practical knight in shining armor. Even though she was obviously a monster, she was still a scared little girl. It was interesting to see how good he was with children. She didn't want kids, or at least she had convinced herself that she didn't want them. But it was good to know that he was so good with kids.

If nothing else it would be handy if they had to work with kids again. And on the off chance that they ever had kids it would be good to know that he'd be good and gentle with them. They followed him, and she held onto him like he was a shield. Each step she shied away from the monsters around her, and Revy could see the damage that was done. When she got older that girl would have a choice. Maybe they'd be around to see it, maybe not, but regardless that girl would have to choose if she was going let this define her.

Ever since they confessed to each other, and ever since she opened up about what happened to her; she began to realize something. It became clear that Officer Daniels wasn't just in her past. That bastard had been a major part of the reason why she was so fucked up. Sure, her father did his part, and she was glad that she put a bullet in his head. Still, Daniels had made her keep her emotions back. He'd forced her to wall herself in, and the moment she confessed to Rock what had happened it felt like the bastard had done it again.

She wanted him dead. She wanted to see him castrated, forced to eat his own intestines, and then get hot coals shoved up his ass. She wanted him to suffer for what he'd done to her. It wasn't justice. She knew that. This was good old fashioned revenge. She looked at Rock, and she considered what she was thinking about. She needed this, there was no question on it, but she didn't want him to know. He saw her as worth something. For fucks sake he treated her with respect. She was more than what she had been before to him. It made her think that maybe she was more. That her father was wrong and she wasn't a fuckin' whore, slut, or waste of skin.

Her Rocky-Baby saw her as an equal, he treated her like a lady, and she liked it. She liked knowing that he was the kind of man that he was. Following him she considered this while watching his back. That's when she noticed a girl watching him. She was about half a head shorter than herself. Her hot pink hair was cut into a pixiehawk, a pair of diamond earrings hung from her ear lobes, and her skin was a dark tan. She could see the tattoos that covered the right side of her face, tribal tattoos that looked as if they were alive. Swirling masses of barbed wire interwoven with more sharp wave shapes.

The girl's eyes, both a soft lavender, were slit like a cat's, and she licked her lips. When she did a forked tongue touched the impossibly pink lip gloss. She stepped forward, revealing that she was wearing nearly nothing. Her clothes were a white old Navy cropped top, a pair of Daisy Dukes like herself, and a pair of what looked like first generation Air Jordans. Even though she wasn't smoking a puff or two of light smoke would escape a nostril as she neared him.

"It's not often we see a human so comfortable with a vampire," she said, "It's something of a turn on."

He stopped as she walked around him, "I could see you fathering good offspring if given the great gift of my blood," she whispered, "Think of it, a nearly immortal life, more strength than you could imagine, and the right woman to bed every night," she purred with a flick of that forked tongue, "And I've had five hundred years to practice."

"Back off bitch," Revy said through gritted teeth, "That's your warning."

She smiled at Revy, "Or what?" she asked, "I don't smell his seed on, or in, you. Your claim on him is debatable at best."

Revy practically snarled, and she was ready to introduce this mouthy, pointy eared, arrogant bitch to her new rifle.

"Revy," Rock said gently, "We're guests here. And miss," he said to the pointy eared, arrogant bitch, "While you are generous to offer, I am in a committed relationship. What you smell, or don't smell is irrelevant. Because the simple truth is that I don't want anyone else other than her."

Revy smiled confidently at her, "Yeah, so again, back off."

She stepped back, "It's a shame," she said simply, "You would make a wonderful brood drake."

They continued and Revy looked back at her. She smiled at her, a snort of smoke coming from her nostril. The girl smiled and mouthed, "I can play the long game, can you?"

She turned back and finished walking off the yacht. They entered the Lagoon, and she watched as he took the girl toward the bunks. They sat down together, and the girl looked around at the people near her. Tsurara neared her, and the girl flinched. Rock kept his arm around her, letting her feel secure. Tsurara gently sung to her, letting the girl get relaxed. Revy watched as she slowly slid down from Rock's lap. There was very little doubt in her mind that this girl would be screwed up for ages to come.

The fact that she was a vampire meant she was immortal. The thought of living forever with what her dad and Officer Daniels did to her staying in her head didn't appeal to her. She felt sorry for the kid, she really did. After all this girl was going to live with what happened to her for an exceptionally long time. She wouldn't even be able to get revenge on the two that did it to her since they were already taken care of.

The best she could hope for would be to find the sack of shit that brought them back and give him a very long, and in depth, look at why what he did was wrong. The girl seemed relaxed, at least enough for Rock to talk to her.

"What's your name?"

She looked at the wall opposite of her, "I'm Dragă Dimitrescu," she said softly, "You don't want the other name right? The one they made me call myself?"

Revy looked at her, "No, we don't kid," she said, "And I'm sorry that you won't get to deal with them personally."

She looked at Revy, "They're, are they dead?"

Revy nodded, and she saw something other than the scared little girl for a moment.

"Good," she whispered, "thank you."