Coffee drips off the desk and onto the floor. Papers lie askew on desks. Lights flicker, on, off. On… off. On… Off. There's a quiet hum of machines as a tall, broad shouldered man walks among the wreckage. Workers, scientists, parents, soldiers, leaders, and big wigs alike lie dead on the floor, their eyes staring at absolutely nothing. Their blood soaking into the outdoor carpeted floor.
Around him, other scientists stare at the mess. Some in shock, their friends, coworkers, family, and acquaintances lie dead on the floor. Never to speak or breathe again. Others are numb, feeling nothing at all. Other feel the keen sting of war. Others feel angry, the audacity the Guardians must have to come into their facility, and massacre their scientists, their friends, and take their subjects.
Morrow quickly surveyed the scene. His gait is slow and jerky as he strolls down the aisle of carnage before him. He notes the broken glass was more than likely caused by the bullet that's smashed into the drywall behind him.
Morrow's callous crimson eyes flick around the room before finally landing on the security manager for this floor.
"You." He seethes. Morrow charges down the aisle before wrapping a meaty hand around the much smaller man. The man before Morrow squirms in his uncomfortably cold icy grip. Morrow is aware that his strong hands could easily splinter this man's vertebrates in his hands like a twig.
"I- I'm sorry sir." The man pants. "They came out of nowhere. The girl has the ability to-"
"I DON'T CARE!" Marrow roars. The man flinches at the volume. His hands shake as he claws at Morrow's marble skin. "You let those girls get away with every last subject in this facility! They're two girls for god's sake! Shoot them and end this!"
Morrow throw the man in his grip as hard as he could across the room. The man smashes through glass and falls down thirty stories to the ground.
Morrow paces angrily, fingers gripping at the roots of his hair. "How does this happen!?" He seethes. "WE went from having 4000 some subjects to have zero in a matter of two weeks!"
Morrow truthfully couldn't care a rat's ass about the 'genetic advancements' that APEX was confident would be the betterment of humanity. He couldn't find it in himself to care about the subjects that were lost. He himself knew that all 4000 of those subjects would be killed until the final product would be produced.
But what truly enrages Morrow is that these two little girls are the ones that have kidnapped all 4000 of these subjects.
"I mean!" Morrow roars. "It's not like you've even done anything with those 4000! They didn't have super powers to help those two bitches! Even the ones they captured today aren't remarkable!"
The staff is silent. Morrow can smell their fear. Truth be told, he's come to admit that this project was so illegal and would never last long anyways. But as long as he had a reason to kill, he was pleased. And if it weren't for those two girls that have bested him 12 times in the past two weeks, he definitely would've just walked away from APEX. He would've just left, and never looked back.
Morrow could easily find another feeding grounds. Or…
He could track down the vampires that have failed to kill those two girls that have come to haunt his life. He could track them down and he could kill them again for all the headaches they've caused him.
Morrow growls again before grabbing another man from beside him and hurling him out the window. He can smell the man's blood as it pools on the pavement below. If he hadn't worked up such a resistance to it in the past few weeks working around all kinds of blood inside of a laboratory setting, he might've lost his damn mind and opened up a feeding frenzy right here.
But Morrow is a skilled warrior here. Already almost 150 years old, he knows how to control his thirst. He knows better than to lose it over a milliliter of blood that drips off the glass.
Many, many, many years ago he might've taken a deep breath to calm his desire to kill again. But now all he can do is seethe, his glowing irises flashing dangerously as he looks around the room for the next most terrified person to throw out the window of the 30-some floored building.
He locks eyes with the project manager. The man who ran the operation. The man behind APEX. The man who signs the paychecks at the end of the day. The man who started the entire operation. The man who hired Morrow for his reputable violence and cruelty. The man who is now quivering in fear.
"You've failed." He snarls angrily. Those two girls. He had only days with them. But he managed to leave a lasting impression on both of them. One they're sure to never forget.
Their terrified screams echo inside his ears and that makes him happier than he'd care to admit.
"You had an idea! To better the human race! And you failed!" The words taste disgusting on Morrow's tongue since he himself is not a human, and therefore, does not have two fucks to rub together about humanity's betterment through genetic enhancement.
"As if you care." The project manager snarls at Marrow. His voice quivers almost as bad as his hands. If Morrow didn't know any better he would've assumed the man was vibrating. "All you wanted was to kill people, to kill our mistakes and to kill the accidents."
Morrow smiles. "You're right. And now that all of you have dedicated your life to this project, cut yourself off of humanity, no one will notice when none of you return home."
The entire room is silent.
Morrow smiles as he finally leans in, sinking his fangs into the project manager's neck. He groans as he drinks in his sweet, sweet, sweet blood.
Terrified screams echo through the entire building but Morrow quickly moves on, draining every single body in the building until nothing remains.
Marrow smiles to himself, finally content with the hundreds of lives he took.
But none will taste as sweet as the lives of the twins of terror.
None will taste as sweet at the sister Elementals' blood. Twin sisters. Almost identical. Morrow awaits the chilling and refreshing blood of Dani, tasting like the peppermints he wishes he could consume safely. He can smell the warmth and spice of Kensi's blood already in his mouth.
He walks out of the tall building and into the rain. It pounds against the building and soaks through is clothing within seconds.
He looks through the rain at his reflection in the glass. Blood glinting off his teeth. He wipes his face before marching into the woods, disappearing into the endless trees, running to their last known facility.
The project manager made him promise. Made him promise to kill everyone so no one could talk about their projects if APEX ever went body up.
But the project manager never told Marrow he couldn't drink their blood.
Feast now, Morrow. Kill the twins later.
"Perhaps now works."
Morrow's back stiffens as the threat falls on his ears through the howling wind of the surrounding area. Within seconds, the wind has picked up tenfold, a right blowing gale. The force of the wind is strong enough to make the building above him creak and groan painfully.
The wind rips through Morrow's hair as the storm created by Dani picks up strength. The rain pours down all around him in buckets, making it hard to see through the thick hair that covers his eyes.
The sky darkens as the thunder rumbles, cloud cover so thick and hostile it makes him shudder. Earthquakes rattle the earth and to his left, the building groans. With a few loud snaps and pops, the entire structure collapses on itself.
The force of the collapse is enough to send Morrow, someone who was formerly rooted to the concrete, flying backwards through the trees.
He looks forward, peering through the dust that settles quickly on account of the downpour. Thunder rumbles as his eyes try to see through the darkness and haze. Lightning flashes and before his very eyes, the twins appear. They walk slowly towards him, silohetted by the storm's flashing lightening. Leaves, twigs, stray papers, and debris fly around the girls haphazardly however neither Dani or Kensi pay any mind to the danger at hand. With every flash of lightening the girls grow every closer. Being a vampire with advanced hearing had absolutely no affect on Morrow, he could hear nothing over the storm, the roar of the wind racing through the trees, howling at him from on high. He couldn't hear their heartbeats inside their warm bodies over the pounding of rain on concrete and wreckage. He can't smell them over the scent of rain, rubble, and fire from inside the building. He can't see them through the immense darkness that their storm creates.
Morrow briefly wonders if the Sister of Fire was somehow manipulating the light, she can do that. He wonders if she's making perpetual darkness or if her sister's storm is really just that violent.
The girls are finally close enough to make out features from when Morrow realizes the danger he is in. The Twins of Terror are well-known for their terrifying reputation of being brutal and heartless when taking out their enemies. They're revered as some of the most fearsome Elementals on the face of the earth. Morrow knows what he ought to fear, and that's the Elementals. An Elemental is scary enough, the ability to harness either Fire and Earth or Water and Wind should scare anyone shitless. But the fact that it's these two fearsome women, who fear nothing on this plane of existence, both highly trained and very skilled from years of training and perseverance, they are a duo that stops at nothing.
Morrow struggles to his feet, but watches in horror as the Twin of Wind raises her hand. Lightning flashes again and he watches in horror as the leaves that were once swirling around the sisters swirl around him. He can feel the tornado of hand-made wind swirling around him, pulling at his clothes, and practically peeling the pale right off his skin.
The second sister Elemental, pulls her sword out of the scabbard on her hip, setting it ablaze by pure will. She twirls it around her wrist, mesmerizing Morrow in his final moments of life.
Morrow cannot remember which sister is which of course. He cannot recall which sister controls fire and earth, and which sister controls water and wind. He can't remember anything distinctive about Kensi and Dani that would give away their element.
The storm around him falls. Everything screeches to a halt. Behind the girls, smoke rises out of the wreckage of the building, and long and colorful tongues of flame lick the edges of the building, and shoot up high into the sky. Looking around him, Morrow finds that trees have been snapped off at their bases, their trunks twisted up like the stomach of the bride-to-be on her wedding day as she's walking down the aisle. Morrow finds his stomach is also twisted into knots as Dani and Kensi approach him.
Liquid flames drip off the end of her sword, searing the ground with a sizzle. Their faces, neutral of all expressions glare down at him. Morrow is paralyzed with fear. The girl holding the sword glares at him with an immense hatred that lights him up with terror. Her beautiful amber eyes flash and harden with fire. Her short and choppy black hair is pulled back, but fly away pieces are plastered to her face from the force of the rain and the wind.
Morrow can't help but notice how both of the twins look almost completely identical, and that their features are made eerily beautiful, and eerily deadly, by the glow of the Fire Elemental's sword.
Finally the Wind Elemental raises her hand and a very cold and piercing breeze shoots through Morrow so hard he ramrods upright. He looks her dead into her sapphire eyes, and finds no compassion there. He sees the battle scars of a life lived on the edge, life in battle.
She draws her sword next, holding the frozen blade against his throat. Morrow watches in horror as a thick frost covers the steel of her blade, starting at the hilt, and working it's way down the blade until he can feel the crystalline ice brushing against his throat. Morrow looks into the faces of the sisters, a blade dripping fire sends rivets of pain through Morrow's legs, while a blade encrusted in ice makes him hesitate to move.
Morrow memorizes the two girls. He has to admit, the twins are beautiful. Their bodies molded by the rough hands of hard work, commitment, and harsh training. He can tell that the curves of their hips and asses are made of muscle, and not smartly placed injections or doughnuts. In the blaze behind the girls, their lean and very evident muscles are made obvious as a result of the sheen rain water and sweat has left on their clothes and skin. The curves and ridges of their muscles are obvious through the denim of their skin tight jeans, and the thin black jackets that are plastered to their bodies with rain and wind.
He flicks his eyes to the girl holding the sword of fire, she's left handed, he notes. He memorizes the angle of her jaw, the tilt of her nose, the curve of her chin, and the rise of her lips. He notes the unique amber shade of her eyes, and the crest of her eyebrow.
He drags his eyes over the other girl, her icy and cold Sapphire eyes drilling holes of death into his chest. Her features aren't as forgiving as her sister's. Her eyes are hollow with hatred and indifference, and that alone inspires enough fear in Morrow. He can't bear to watch the girl before him, with the icy blade to his trachea.
"Do it." Morrow growls. How he'd like to suck both of the beautiful girls dry. He'd love to drink their blood. What he'd love more is to suck one of them dry and make the other his mate.
Morrow lets himself imagine how much better the Fire Elemental would be if she were a vampire.
The sister with the icy blue eyes and sword to his throat growls at Morrow. "You'll do no such thing. You keep your grubby paws away from my sister."
Morrow's eyes widen. The elemental reads minds?
"That's right you miserable piece of shit." The Water Elemental assures. "I do. And that secret is dying with you here in this night."
All it took was a twitch. Morrow noticed the slight jerk of the blue-eyed girl's arm, and then nothing. Morrow's vision tilted, and he could hear the smack as his head hit the concrete. His head rolled a few feet away and the smell of burning vampire filled his nose as the Fire Elemental held her flame-dripping sword over his dead body.
The elemental of water strides over to him, looking down into his eyes. Which slowly close as Morrow's body dies for eternity.
The Water and Wind elemental kicks the head into the heap of burning Vampire with a soft smirk on her face.
She raises her eyes to her sister.
"Well." The ice elemental says to her sister. "There's that project done Dani. What's next?"
The Fire elemental, Dani, shrugs. "Whatever we find."
Kensi nods. Her icy blue eyes bobbing. "Got it."
The girls stoke the fire together, making sure the vampire is completely burned.
The adrenaline in the twins' systems was slowly fading away. The pre-kill rush was wearing off leaving Kensi grasping at straws and the strong desire to sleep. Kensi's exhaustion was wearing thin on her. For weeks now they'd been tracking Morrow through the desert, through the snow, through the mountains, and more than anything, Kensi just wanted to collapse into her bed and go into a coma.
"I hear ya sister." Dani says looking at her twin. Dani's just as tired, but being the little sister, she won fewer arguments over patrol routes, sleeping arrangements, and first watches. Dani carried less responsibility at Kensi's request.
Dani plops down onto the cold, saturated and wet ground, feeling the mud soak into the ass of her jeans next to Kensi. The sisters stare at the pile of smoldering ashes before them.
"We're going home." Kensi murmurs quietly. "Get some sleep, rest up, refuel, train a little, and then start looking for the next assignment."
Dani scoffs at 'assignment' because the fact of the matter is: both girls search for trouble, they search for the vampires they kill. They hunt for vampires, look for trouble.
Their special senses, enhanced beyond belief, allows them to find and hunt monsters like vamps. Their special and enhanced senses in combination with their elements makes the twins and unstoppable duo that are as deadly as they are lithe.
Finally Dani nods. "Agreed. Going to put that vamp out, Kens?"
Kensi nods standing up and balancing herself on the tip of her blade. She stands for a few moments before sheathing the sword, feeling the edge of the scabbard bounce against her thigh as she finally walks over to the foot of ashes.
Kensi creates a whirlwind that dispels the ashes through the forest.
With a content sigh, Kensi and Dani relax. Because their latest target, Morrow, had painted targets on their backs. And now, Morrow was no more.