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DOMINANCE"I have an idea," Iaz said suddenly. Ageon looked up from his computer where he was tapping information in. Abby had relayed everything they had learned from hunting familiars.
"What?" King asked.
Iaz leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk, "Who ever takes the place of Drac they control the vamps right?"
Blade nodded stoically and motioned for her to continue.
"Well what happens if it was say, oh I don't know, Blade that won the fight?" She prompted.
"Are you suggested what I think you are?" Abby spoke for the first time. She had been avoiding every body's eyes since she had come back from the hunt.
"Yeah! I think I am. Blade fights for control, he wins and gets the vamps on medication he's on," Iaz smiled.
"Yeah and then what? Integrate them to become valuable members of society?" King demanded.
"Hey I never said it was a fully developed plan but we could stop them killing. Wouldn't that be a nice change?" Iaz retorted.
"Say I win," Blade began slowly and quietly, "They won't do what I say just because I won. It will take more than that."
"Fear!" Ageon replied, turning back to his computer and tapping keys, "Fear is a powerful motivator. You take out all other contenders then they will be scared of you."
"So what do you say?" Iaz stood from her chair with an energy that King found off putting.
Blade looked at the younger woman, her pale green eyes sparkled with the light of a new plan. It would have made him smile if he ever did smile. He thought about the possibility of stopping the vamps from killing people.
He had always dreaded the thought of not having to kill vamps. What would he do to fill his time? What purpose would he have? But the more he thought about it the better this new idea sounded. He would be spending all his time controlling them and what's to say there wouldn't be rogue vamps to track down.
"I'm in," He said simply, "Who do I kill."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Ageon informed them, "It's not a easy kill every body job… not that it was going to be easy."
"I think I know what you're trying to say," Abby looked at the blond man but shifted her eyes before they could meet. Ageon still caught the haunted look in them and wondered what made her look that way.
"Which is?" King was growing frustrated with this round about talk with no information.
"It is a fight for dominance. A display of strength. First you have to demonstrate you're power before you start killing all randomly," Iaz observed with hands on her hips.
"What are you suggesting?" Blade crossed his arms and waited. The Death Twins exchanged a look and Iaz smiled.
"We have to hurt them first. And there are more candidates than just Griey, even though we don't know who yet, and we need to show all of them that we're in the running," Iaz was getting enthusiastic now.
"So what? We stick up campaign posters?" King suggested sarcastically.
Iaz shot him a withering look, "Bloods Thicker is Griey's club but there is one that is specifically for familiars. Red Fang. Vamps visit but mostly humans. All serving different vamp coverns."
"So we hit it and take em out?" Abby looked down.
"It's politics and sends a nice message," Iaz beamed.
"Call me old fashioned but I prefer flowers," King interrupted.
"Don't worry I'm sure you'll find a nice boy to send you flowers," Iaz retaliated nonchalantly.
"We just received some new bio-weapons!" Ageon contributed.
"Bio-weapons?" Blade tilted his head.
"Small range and needs long exposure to kill but a small dosage will give them respiratory problems," Ageon fumbled around in some recently opened boxes, "We lock the door, wear gas masks and… well they all die."
"It's perfect!" Iaz claimed. King gave her a strange look. She seemed so happy coming up with new idea's to kill vampires. It kind of unnerved him.
"I'm drawing up the plans for Red Fang right now," Ageon told them.
They all waited as he brought up the floor plans.
"Uh oh," Ageon breathed.
"What?" Abby asked, leaning over to see what was wrong.
"Lock down is done by pressing a button in the back office. One of us will have to get through!"
"So we fight our way through," Iaz argued.
"Then everyone will know we're there and run for the exit," Ageon disagreed with his sister.
"We just have to be nice to who ever has the key to the back room," King sighed leaning back.
"This guy," Ageon put a face up on the screen. A burly guy with dark eyes.
"Which will not be me!" King stated quickly, "You know, being nice." He shuddered.
"Guess it's one of you ladies," Blade said. A small smile quirked the edges of his lips but it was fleeting.
"Abby you've been black listed," Ageon said, looking confused.
"How is that possible?" Iaz asked appearing equally puzzled.
"Maybe the night stalkers are on here!" King proposed.
"You're not and funnily enough neither is Blade. We aren't either," Ageon was shaking his head as he typed faster.
"Probably one that got away," Abby shrugged, clearly nonplussed.
"Well you can't go in. You'll have to guard the exits," Ageon said, "King and Blade will plant the gas bombs, and I'll activate them from outside. You guys put on your masks and make sure no body leaves."
"What am I doing?" Iaz inquired.
"Implementing lock down," Ageon responded choosing not to look at his sister.
"AKA: cuddling up to this guy," King pointed at the ugly picture on a computer screen.
"Wonderful!" Iaz snapped and stalked away.
"We can keep in contact via these com's," Ageon waved the equipment, "Try and remember who is which number and mostly keep them set on broadcast all."
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"Who would have thought it," King said into his com after setting it so it spoke directly to Iaz.
"What?" she said. Her tone was peevish but she kept her face neutral and smiling as she searched for the guy in charge.
"You actually have a decent rack," King murmured.
"You must have a decent death wish," Iaz replied slipping through the dancing bodies, "Where are you any way."
"Look up."
Iaz turned her gaze to the balcony's looking over the club and caught sight of him. He gave her a thumbs up and went back to staring down her top.
"This is the last time I'm wearing a push up bra," She mumbled to herself.
"Can I get you a drink?" one man offered.
"No!" She scoffed automatically. She remembered that she was supposed to be blending in and amended herself with, "I'm taken."
"Blade have you got a visual on this guy I'm suppose to cuddle up to?"
"Middle of dance floor," Blade's husky voice hissed into her ear.
"Great!" She stated sardonically and pushed into the throng of writhing people.
"Try and look sexy," King's voice filtered through. She would have told him to shut up but his voice was serious.
Iaz tried ineffectually to wiggle her hips in an attractive manner but she felt ridiculous in the tight leather. What women actually wore that? She was also carrying a bulky bag that concealed her gas mask.
"Jesus fucking Christ," King despaired.
"Back off, King," Abby's softer voice came online.
"Just relax, Iaz," Ageon tried to soothe his sister.
"Fuck off," She retorted, "Alright, I see him. I tell you when there is lock down!"
Iaz turned her attention to the man getting all hot and sweaty with some gorgeous chick and tried to think of a way to get to him. She took another look at the pair, prayed he didn't mind forward woman and stalk forward aggressively.
She grabbed the other woman's shoulder and pushed her out of the way, "My turn."
The man opened his mouth to show outrage but taking in Iaz's tight revealing clothes he didn't complain. Instead he leered, which Iaz found repulsive.
She didn't have to even try to dance sexy all she had to do was rub her body up against his and it was considered a seduction. It made her wince inside. His breath was hot and wet on her neck and she resisted the urge to gag.
King was resisting the urge to jump in, kick the guy's ass and have her to himself. Iaz was an annoying brat but he was a male and he couldn't help reacting to seeing her firm body moving like that, her blond hair tumbling around her shoulders. Her expression was giving it away though. Abby was a fantastic actor, especially the baby/mother routine. Abby nailed the performance every time but Iaz couldn't hide the disgust.
Iaz felt like porno Barbie and Blade wasn't even watching. He had planted his bomb in the ventilation shaft and hoped that King had done the same.
"Let's go some where more private," Iaz suggested, wishing she could snatch back the words, stuff her fist in her mouth and run. The guys nodded and panted his consent and pulled her towards the door.
He led her directly towards the door than stopped.
"No bags allowed inside," He appeared apologetic.
"But I need it… for special occasions," Iaz was trying to be suggestive.
"Oh I have condom in my wallet."
"How very… considerate," Iaz said with a grim smile. She hesitantly left her bag with an employee and followed him.
She began twirling her hair and surveying the room. "What's this place for?" She chirped brightly.
"Security. See that button over there? That's for a complete lock down," He pointed at the small red button on the wall.
"Oh thank god," Iaz breathed. She kicked him in the head and dove for the wall. He grabbed her foot but it was too late. Her palm slammed against the wall activating the lock down.
The gas activated a second after. The man, who had been approaching with every intention of attacking, halted and clutched his throat.
Iaz fell to her knees as the burning gas filled her lungs. She started to hack and cough as she crawled for the door.
"Iaz?" Her brother's voice filled the com.
"No mask," her voice was hoarse as she reached for the doorknob. It was locked and she knew she couldn't stand at the risk of breathing in the gas where it was thickest. She kept her hand over her mouth and desperately scratched at the door.
The door came flying towards her suddenly. She had moments to throw herself sidewards before getting struck. A figure burst in.
Blade wordlessly handed her the mask and she pulled it over her mouth. She felt sick and dizzy but she could stand.
"Let's go," He said pulling her towards the entrance door.
"We're supposed to wait till they are all dead," King snapped.
"She needs fresh air," Blade said. Iaz faltered and only Blades hand on her from falling.
Blade kicked the door in but it required all his vampiric strength. He pushed Iaz towards King and called for Abby. King dragged Iaz away from the door and towards the black van that Ageon had just leapt out of.
Blade and Abby pushed the door up and held it against the weak banging. No body had the strength to kick down the door.
Iaz was rasping and her breath was hacking. She looked unconscious.
"What's wrong with her?" King cried.
"Her throat's constricting. If it was a full dosage she's suffocate by now," Ageon let Iaz down so she lay on her back. He tilted her head and pinched her nose and breathed into her mouth. He checked her pulse. He found it was frail but still there so he skipped the compressions and breathed into her again.
He continued this for seven full minutes before Iaz's breathing relaxed and became easy. It was still slightly throaty but she was breathing all the same. The whole time Ageon's face didn't change. Never betrayed emotion.
"I think we should get out of here. Every body is either dead or too far gone to stay alive much longer." His voice was flat and he went to tell Abby and Blade.
King picked up Iaz, put her in the van and grabbed the red spray paint. He sneered as he gratified the front wall with large letters. Blade. Well if they wanted his opinion then he would tell anyone this was so much better than a campaign poster.
AN: would every one pretty please review. Pretty please. Constructive criticism welcome as always!
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