Delivery

Chapter Epilogue

Revy looked at everyone in attendance. To her surprise a multitude of people she'd gotten to know over the years had managed to make it. Among them were the Huang and Miao Families. She did notice that Changlish was with that guy that called himself a wizard and Xia-Long. She raised an eyebrow, but Changlish smiled that wouldn't you like to know smile of hers.

The Rip Off Church had actually been willing to hold the service, and she was glad to see so many there. Dutch sat with his live in girlfriend, who seemed happy to be beside him. She wasn't sure how Chyou and he would work out, but she hoped that they at least had fun. Music began to play, and she watched as Rock began to walk toward her. Her own dress wasn't a traditional wedding dress. Instead it was a yellow sundress, something that Eda had helped her find.

As Rock walked toward her she saw the effect of what been used to give him a chance. It didn't happen often, but his right eye would sometimes change, becoming reptilian, and gold. His right eye would occasionally become blood red. But he was still the person he had been. They did have to do more jobs for the Dimitrescu family, but it was worth it. Those in attendance watched as he neared the altar and took her hand.

"Dearly beloved," the young friar that had recently joined the church said, "We are gathered together today to join these two in the holy bonds of matrimony. If anyone has any reason they should not be wed, I suggest that you shut up and leave now."

The room was quiet, "Well, since there was no one suicidal shall we continue?"

Bela and Dragă watched the wedding. Currently their mother and sister were getting the wedding present for the bride. It was special, something that had to be found in New York City, and took some effort to track and of course to bribe the right hands to ensure that it would be there in time.

Bela looked toward the warehouse district of this city, knowing that right now her mother was beginning to put the finishing touches on the gift for the bride.

Warehouse in Roanapur

Everywhere was darkness. Each direction, up, down, left, right, it didn't matter because there was no light. The only sound was a slow drip, his own beating heart, and the slight creak of the chair.

That was something he'd been working with. The chair was obviously wood, very well built, but its strength was only so much. He knew that if he continued to lean forward and back there was a chance, however slim, that he could cause the back to break. If that happened then he could, in theory, get his arms loose.

At least it was the best he had. Something itched on his face, the sack that was put on him, it smelled of mildew, most likely an old pillowcase.

How long had he been in here? A day, maybe two? and there was nothing, no one, and only his own mind to keep him company.

Finally light, blessed light, shone around him. He blinked as the cloth hood was removed, and looked at the beautiful woman standing before him. She was gorgeous, her figure was something most would kill for.

Hell, it was hard for him to not sport a massive hardon just looking at her. Of course fear did its best to keep his excitement down.

"If you let me go now," he said, "There won't be any trouble. You've kidnapped a cop. I'm a police sergeant with the New York City Police office."

"Oh my," the woman said in an amused tone, "A policeman, dear me, I shudder with fear."

"Is that him?"

The voice was also female, but cold, angry, and far too close for comfort.

"Why, yes, yes it is, mother."

The woman stepped in. She was well over six feet tall, her eyes were mismatched, One was gold, it almost looked like a dragon's eye, and the other was a vicious red.

"You may be a human," the woman said, "But you acted like a lesser monster. Attacking a mere child, taking her by force, and using your connections to get out of it. Well, her and her lover have done a favor for me, and so I do one for her."

He watched as her fangs grew.

"Tell me Sergeant Daniels, Did Rebecca Lee scream for mercy when you raped her?"

He squirmed, "Wait, you can't prove nothing!" he screamed, "I was cleared!"

She smiled, "Oh, I know."

She looked at him, "I know all about it, and I will have those who covered for you dealt with, in time. For now, I am going to make this last as long as I can. You are going to star in a little film, a snuff film I believe it is called, and we are going to get very intimate with your muscles. I'll start by peeling away the skin on your fingers, and then moving up."

She pointed behind her, "Now, smile for the camera Sergeant Daniels, this is your big scene."

Tokyo, Japan - International Inner Species Department and Fairytale

Her raven black hair hung loose as she walked. A cup of Starbucks Mocha cappuccino was held in her right hand. Her suit looked impressive, and she seemed competent. To look at her one would believe that she was the very definition of professionalism. She stepped into a room with various individuals. Her eyes studied the collection of human and monsters that had gathered. This was a chance to do something on a professional level she had never done before, and she felt elated to be there.

"Interspecies Director Smith reporting."

Delivery

Bonus Scenes/Chapter

(The scenes contained in this chapter are either scenes and ideas that I came up with which would happen much later in the story, or that would have fit into the story itself, but I wasn't exactly sure if their placement there would have helped or hindered the story itself. So, instead I collected them into this nice chapter. Each scene will be separated, and mostly shouldn't be straight read together.

Thank you! Ron Jeremy Pony)

Xia-Long looked at the gathering around him. Vampires were a class of monster that were far more powerful than most other monsters. Sure, on a full moon a Werewolf could match their strength. Some demons were nearly as powerful, and of course there were witches and wizards that could end a vampire's life with enough preparation. As such he was a conjurer, and he was gifted with the ability to call forth destructive beings that could, and would plow through any normal monster. Here, among the power he felt radiating he knew his beasts would hold as long as possible, and against a single, or even as many as four or five he could count of them possibly winning.

Against an entire collection they would be dead within seconds. It was why he came prepared. Each of his lieutenants carried small vials of holy water. Holy hand grenades they called them, and of course each had a hidden squirt gun full of the same. The holy water would be more than enough to weaken the vampires to a much more accessible level. Now, he didn't plan on using these weapons unless things went south, but he was the head of the Miao Family. It was his responsibility to ensure that everything went well, and that meant ensuring that if a fight broke out his family and employees were ready.

Entering into the chamber he saw Gyokuro Shuzen. At that moment his contract was complete with her. He was to deliver all that boarded passage with the Lagoon Company had made it into her sight. He smiled as those that would gather them neared them only for his daughter to take point. He backed her up, and he could see the sour face that Gyokuro had. She had anticipated that he would fulfill his contract, and likely she knew that Fang Fang wouldn't have hired them, but the company that delivered them was an unexpected variable. He watched as she stood, her proud form was one that he expected, and did not fear.

He didn't fear because if their gambit failed then it would be death. She moved, gracefully, quickly, and more enticing than any succubus. She neared them, her eyes promising a painful and extended death. Her fangs were already beginning to bare, and he prepared. Vampires had several weaknesses that had made it to the world of the mortals. Crucifixes were not one of them. If a true Vampire Hunter was to stand before vampire with a crucifix he'd be treated with his arm being ripped off, the crucifix being rammed up his arse, and then drained for his trouble. No, true hunters learned their prey, and they learned their weaknesses.

He waited for her to near him and he brandished the first form of defense. It had come from the Hellsing Family, a family of hunters that were rumored to have hunted the oldest of vampires, a family that stood the test of time and remained. The most trusted and honored enemy among the vampires. Xia-Long had saved the youngest daughter of the line, Integra. As such she had given him the master fang. A ring that was made with a piece of Alcuard's own fang giving those that wear it the ability to control and weaken a specific vampire. Unfortunately it didn't work on multiple targets, but then it was a heavily guarded secret that it didn't. Gyokuro growled in anger at him.

"What is this, worm?" she demanded, "I hired you to deliver Tsukune's present, and these other lower monsters, to me."

He smiled, "Madam Shuzen, it is truly a pleasure, but I am afraid your contract was simply to your sight. As such I have been given a contract to deliver them to Tsukune," he replied simply, "If you choose to engage us I am afraid that I will have to take certain measures that will ensure a very embarrassing situation for you; however, if you see fit to be graceful about this, back away, and allow me and mine to do our job then all will be considered done. Once they are delivered, it is of no concern to me."

Her fangs remained extended, "One day, I shall delight in feasting upon you."

He grinned, "and I shall await that day with great interest. Perhaps we shall make a wonderful date of it. A night on the town, some wine, some dancing, and finally having you enjoy your new place," he replied, "One thing to remember, is that I do not fear death. I dance with her. I kiss her, date her, and woo her. Death is my bride, and she will decide when I leave, no one else."

She backed away, causing others to do the same. He felt a sense of relief, glad that he didn't have to use the ring, or the holy water, and instead he moved toward Tsukune. Whatever had happened seemed to have passed already, and he wasn't sure what it was. But he was certain that staying beyond what he said would be suicide for her daughters, other family, and employees.

"Mama!"

The sound of their daughter crying caught Revy's attention. Her eyes opened, she grabbed her Remington 870 pump action, and she ran toward her daughter's room.

Years of being in Roanapur had taught her that there were idiots that would attempt to sneak into windows and harvest organs if they could.

Her plan was simple, blast the soon to be dickless wonder where his soon to be departed genitellia was, and then comfort her daughter.

Some strawberry icecream might be needed. She kicked open the door and saw her daughter on the bed, the room was empty, and it was only darkness that existed.

"Roxy?" she asked, "everything okay?"

Her daughter shook from where she was sitting, "There's a bad man in my closet."

Revy didn't hesitate, she turned the gun toward the door of the closet, cocked it, and opened fire. Buckshot ripped through the door, splintering the wood, causing it to buckle. A moment later she stopped, after efffectively ruining the door, and likely many of her daughter's clothes.

"Well, if he's still in there then he ain't happy."

The little girl that had purplish tinted black hair looked at the destroyed door, holes in the sheetrock, and then looked at her mother, "No more bad man?"

"Nope, no more," Revy said, a tired smile on her face.

Sounds of feet running could be heard and the little girl saw her father run into the room, "Revy, what the-!"

"Momma filled the Bad Man in my closet fulla buckshot!"

He let out a sigh of relief,"Yeah, i imagine she did… Rev, im going back to bed."

"Right behind ya, Rock." She said before her daughter's lip trembled, "Mama, my clothes…!"

"We'll get Poppa to come clothes shopping with us tomorrow. Okay? Now its time for good little girls to go to bed."

The following morning...

Rock looked at the busted door. Holes the size of his fist were in it, and that was just the door. On either side of it, the sheetrock had been blown through.

Looking at it, he realized that they would be replacing the walls, the door, and it would be fine.

It wasn't like they didn't have the money. Sure, he and Revy still drank, but she didn't go to the extremes anymore.

Plus, they had been putting their money back. It was going to be about eight hundred dollars, at least, to repair, but he knew the stuff would be the best that was jacked from a shipment.

He opened the door, and noticed a stain from the light. The bulb in the closet had been shattered, so he opened the door more and saw a body.

Beside it was a cooler, a few medical instruments, and a short list. He shook, Revy's parenting skills saved their daughter.

he walked toward the window, found it unlocked, and checked the locks themselves. They'd been broken.

He'd need to replace the glass with shatter proof glass, two sets of easy to move, from inside, locking sticks would be needed.

He heard a sound and saw Revy. She was looking at the closet. Before he could say a word she spat on the dead harvester.

"Fuckin' bad man in her closet. Well, I was right, wasn't I asshole, you sure ain't happy."

Rock looked at her, "I checked the window, looks like he spent some time breaking the lock. So, some shatterproof glass, a couple of locking sticks, and they'll have to look for a different window to go into."

She nodded, and checked the night stand. A sigh of relief rushed through her.

"Good, her twenty-two automatic is there."

Rock looked at her, "And hopefully she won't have to use it."

Revy glanced back at him, "Yeah, I want her to be innocent to, but if it comes down to her popping her murder cherry and getting raped or killed by some asshole then she needs to just pop that damn thing and be done with it."

There was a few basic rules everyone knew in Roanapur. Your ability was connected to how well you fulfilled a contract. If you welshed on a deal it might well be the last thing you do. Never attempt to take a business from someone that was working for the Yakuza, Triads, or Hotel Moscow.

And lastly, they knew to never, ever, under any circumstances fuck with Roxanne Okajima. She was the goddaughter of Balalakia the head of Hotel Moscow. Her father was owed favors by Mr. Chang the head of the Triads in Roanapur, and apparently her mother was a walking death machine. However, Rich Cooper wasn't from Roanapur. He was a freelance contractor working for a wealthy tycoon who had certain tastes. Naturally, he'd gotten more than one payday from Thailand before, and this city was practically begging to be harvested. The last time had been a seven year old girl, collected, given candy and sweets, and then taken to the dropoff point. What happened afterward he didn't know, he didn't want to know. So, when he saw her, the little Asian girl, she was perfect. The kind that his employer paid handsomely for. He checked his backpack, and sure enough there were a few candy bars. The girl didn't look as poor as some he usually grabbed. So, she might be more wary. Still, he would charm her, steal her, and be out of the area by morning.

He walked toward her, a Snicker's bar in his hand. It was a classic move, tempt with chocolate, and then see how it went down.

"Hey sweetie, got a moment? I bought too much candy, and I need to get rid of some."

She looked at him and shook her head, "Mama said I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," she replied keeping back from him, "So I'm gonna go home."

He stepped closer, "Are you sure, this is a fullsized snickers, I sure hate for you to miss out."

She looked at him, "Daddy keeps sweets in the cupboard for me, I'm good."

He wanted to growl, and it was obvious that people weren't paying that much attention. He moved forward, and reached to grab her. She started to duck into a business, and he couldn't have that. He lunged, grabbing her ankle, and without missing a beat she pulled a pistol out and shot at him. He felt the grazing shot as it hit his arm. He pulled back and smacked the living shit out of her knocking her out. There were eyes on him, and he decided to disappear. Picking her up he ran toward the allies. He grunted as he held the little knocked out brat.

This wasn't easy money like he wanted. The little bitch was armed, armed! Who armed their child?! The sickening sweet American candy, which usually worked didn't on her. Instead she stayed cautiously away. There was a small mark on her face, and that mark might make the price go down, and that sucked. He'd have to wait a few days, let the bruise heal, and then take her to the drop off. This deal was getting worse all the time. of course he didn't know that some of Roanapur's regulars had already called the girl's mother. And currently his bullet was on its way to find him.

Less than two hours later Rich Cooper was groaning, holding what was left of his manhood, curled into the corner, whimpering, wheezing, slowly dying. "Roxy, are you okay?" The girl cried as the woman held her, "Mama he... Mama I wanna go home!" "Shush shortstack, shush," she whispered, "We're going home in a minute. Mama called Auntie Balalaika, and she's going to teach this asshole a lesson." Rich heard the door open, a few words of Russian, and then a woman with a burned face stepped into view. She looked at him, "Da, good shot." Revy looked at her, "Got what I suggested?" The blond nodded, "Da, blowtorch, plyers, and all of the time in the world." She neared him, "We are going to have talk, yes?" He wheezed, but she shook her head, "Please, save your strength. Right now, I cannot trust you. You know I cannot trust you, so we are going to learn who you really are." She took a seat on the bed, "We are going to slowly melt the skin from your muscle, and when you are about to pass out, we will give you a shot. It will keep you awake, in the moment." She smiled, "We are going to ask questions for three days, and when it is over I will trust what you say completely."

Revy smiled as she heard the first scream. She carried Roxanne out, listening to her daughter, sorry that she had faced something like this, and there was no doubt that she would be taking her to get some ice cream. Not to mention she would want to make sure that Rock knew what happened.

Inside of the small room Rich Cooper cried, begged, and as the day wore on he began to tell everything. After three days, just as Balalaika said she trusted him completely. He told of his customer, a Mr. Conner Anderson. He told her that the man was worth billions, and he had purchased multiple children off of him. She listened as he gave every detail of what he knew, and then she gifted him with a bullet to his brain.

Getting up, she walked out, and she began to dig for the information that she could. The name was familiar, and she had sold some pornography to someone that was in connection to Mr. Anderson. Something to deal with cannibalism and children. It had been a horrid affair, but the tape, and it was a tape, itself had came into her hands, and she had converted it to digital. Digging further she began to find names of lawyers, people who had secrets, secrets they would give up their employer for. This was personal, this was necessary, she would ensure that Mr. Anderson paid dearly for what nearly happened to her goddaughter.

The giant yacht was evidence of extreme wealth. The twenty-two well trained, former Army Rangers was more of the same. Currently all twenty-two guards laid dead. Not from their lack of skill, but simply because they were prepared for small arms attacks. They hadn't been prepared for someone with a fifty caliber machine gun firing on them from another boat. Fifteen died right away, another four died from sniper fire, and the last three were killed up close and personal. The last was given radical brain surgery with a nine millimeter handgun. That left the man in the center, the man holding a vintage Lugar. The same man that now was crying like a baby, promising money, power, everything they could ever want if they just him go. Balalaika smiled, "Mr. Andreson, I believe you are mistaken. I did not do this to get something like money," she laughed, "No, your employee attempted to steal my goddaughter." She looked at him, "Seeing your galley, I know what you are, Mr. Anderson, a cannibal, and I suspect a sexual deviant. So, we are going to tie you in place, hose your yacht down with gasoline, and then we will watch it burn."

Roanapur - Fang Family Headquarters

The taste of a Silk Cut filled the mouth of the wizard that was smoking it. The British Cigarette brand had carried him through several different countries, and it was almost always the same thing. This time however he was hired as a consultant. His yellow trench coat hung around his shoulders like a suit of armor, and with the various wards and enchantments he'd put on it the truth was it was better than most armor.

The coat could withstand kinetic blasts that were higher than most firearms, but that didn't matter to the blond haired and blue eyed wizard. What mattered was what he was called in for. Stepping inside he saw a woman he'd met once, several years ago, while dealing with the North American Vampire representative. In truth his actions had killed the four hundred year old vampire. It didn't hurt that he'd come prepared. The woman, Ria, was politely sitting, apparently waiting for him.

"Bloody Hell," he said walking in, "This'll be a story for the mates back home."

She studied him, "John Constantine," she said softly, "I am surprised to see you, but I can understand the reason for your being here."

He looked at her, but not once did he give any hint to what he was doing. The last thing he wanted to enrage a vampire without being prepared. Years of dealing with demonic forces, standing against some of the most vile bits of magic to exist, and of course of giving his best friend the arthurian blessing, or curse depending on how one might look at it, had led him to being a bit paranoid.

"Hello John, John, hello," she purred, "It's been a while. Why," she said as she stood, "The last time we met you managed to kill Garth King, and it was with that demonic blood you have, wasn't it?"

It was obvious that she wouldn't rip his throat open to kill him, but that didn't mean that she was going to play nice, "It was," he admitted, "Surprised that you're still following your dad. Would've figured that you'd be on your way to stabbing him in the back the moment you could, like your mum."

She growled at him, "Careful John," she hissed, "I am supposed to be your support, and I'd hate for you to end up another body lost in this city."

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Author's Note: I want to thank Ron Jeremy Pony for submitting this story for me to post. I enjoy the read and the creative collective of characters, interwoven plots, and sauciness of it all. He has helped me when I was in a pretty dark spot when I didn't want to write. Lord of the Land of Fire is also someone I want to thank, because he has been my alpha reader and friend since the beginning. Thanks, Nelson, I promise to step on you later.

To my readers and hopefully fans of Ron Jeremy Pony, I hope you have enjoyed his work as well as my own.

On that note, I am working on an original story called Grand Terra: Ann's Gift. I am about half way through with the first book. I am aiming for a June or July release. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!

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