A/N: Hello again my less than avid readers, I regret to inform you that this is the beginning of the end, I am going to start winding down the story because the passion for it died a few months ago when the guy who was inspiration to start writing it leftme.
Chapter 27
Jaguar's lanky form sauntered up the stone steps and the front porch of Jagers home. The house was that of any vampire residence, old antique looking house, in desperate need of repair, dark curtains covering every window. He smirked and pounded on the door.
A few moments later a sultry vampiress came to the door and opened it waving him in silently. He ignored her and strolled through the door way and into the room. It was styled like that of a Greek reception hall. Tall pillars reached an impossibly tall ceiling; the floor was marble and strewn with small carpets. There was a feeling of coldness seeping from every corner.
"Into the belly of the beast," Jaguar muttered walking towards the doorway at the other end of the room.
The girl brushed past him and began to lead him to the door way smirking over her shoulder at him.
He hurried forward and walked through the doorway into a room bathed in firelight. Jager sat at the end of the room looking at Jaguar with eyes that were shadowed by the hair that fell in front of his face.
"Jaguar what a pleasure, what brings you to my home?"
"Cut the Crap Jager! Where is she?"
"What your door prize?" He continued in the same even toned voice.
"If you mean Kaye,"
"Who else?"
Jaguar had had enough; he pulled a knife from his boot and held it firmly in his right fist. He wanted to split Jagger in two for what he had done.
What I've done? What about you little boy? I'm not the one who ripped an innocent from her life just to fulfill an order.
SHUT UP!
Jager smirked, knowing he had touched a raw nerve. This was good, an Achilles heel, always a good weapon when facing an enemy.
"I've had enough Jager, hand her over to me and we wont have any problems."
"Oh would that I could Jaguar, but unfortunately she is no longer here." He swept the room with a hand indicating the emptiness.
"You're lying!" Jaguar lunged. His fists flew at Jager forgetting the dagger in his hands. Jaguar manages to land a few key punches before being thrown of with considerable force. He landed on all fours, his knees and palms smarting with the pain from the impact.
Jaguar stood slowly wiping a small trickle of blood from his knee of with his hand. He looked up just in time to see Jager flying half way across the hall to reach him. He turned slightly and just missed being beheaded.
Jager hissed and turned his long robe whirling in an unseen wind. Eyes met, muscles tensed, fists and daggers flew. The blood flowed like wine and sparks flew. The fight raged on and on until it was almost day break. A body fell and another disappeared. But they were both too bloody and ragged to see who had been the victor and who the corpse was.
Some thirty feet underground and miles away, Risika sat in conference with a group of vampires all cloaked in shadows. The cave they were in was wet and deep inside the crust of the earth, no light penetrated from the surface. A single candle holder stood in the middle of a hard redwood table. Risika was sitting so that the glow of the candles illuminated her features. Her eyes shown with purpose, and her mouth was set in a permanent frown even as she talked. She was hissing under her breath and gesturing with her hands. She mentioned names such as Jessica, Kaleo, Nissa, and Nikolas himself. She was looking directly into the face of the Vampire sitting across from her and didn't look away.
"This is a breach of our security, there has been too much this girl has seen, too much she has gone through. I know we are not going to protect humanity but this girl holds power over us now. We cannot let this continue.
"What would you suggest?" came a calm voice, though one could almost hear the years in the voice, the pain, and anger, and the centuries of blood spilt.
Here Risika smirked like the Cheshire cat and told the voice all.
A laugh was heard from the voice, not a happy sound but a victorious one. "Well thought out Risika, we will see what we can do."
Risika nodded stood and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
"I think it's time we had a talk with…" the words died off.
Kaye once again found herself in Nikolas' arms. She sighed; she was really getting tired of falling asleep in this guys arm for no reason. There was a small bit of light coming from under a blackout curtain that had not been closed properly. She stood and walked over to the window. She moved the curtain ever so slightly and stood so that it covered her as well as the window and she could see outside and not disturb the nocturnal…creatures of the house. The sun was just setting; an image from the old Disney movies came to her head. She distinctly heard African Chants come into her head. Shaking them out she saw the orange globe disappear behind the horizon, she suddenly felt alone. In a house full of night creatures she was the sole light dweller, there was no way getting around it, she was condemned. Her rebellion got the better of her this time. She wanted out, she refused to succumb again; there was no more cowering the corner, no more fear, well mostly. She threw the curtain aside to see the room was crowed with vampires. She stood her ground and faced them down; overcome by the feeling of power she had now.
"What do you want?" She growled.
A/N Once again I tell you that this is the end, or almost atleast, maybe one more chapter, I promised I wouldn't leave you all hanging but many of you will be unsatisfied with the ending, DEAL WITH IT! IF YOU WANTED ME TO WRITE A BETTER ENDING MAYBE SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE REVIEWED A BIT MORE OFTEN but that's just my peeve. (people expect you to write and yet they do not review, great…feeling the love people.) I've tried for three days to get this stupid chapter uploaded, so in reality this was supposed to be up on tuesday.