When they entered the building, Vera watched as Remy closed the door and leaned against it. He slid down it as he tried to catch his breath. They had walked at a very fast pace all the way to the abandon building. He wanted to run, but wasn't sure if Vera would be able to catch up to him or not. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

Vera slowly walked up to him, "I have no idea what you did back there…but I would be SO grateful if you could teach me."

"Dere ain't nothin' ta teach, Cherie." Remy breathed as he opened up his eyes and looked at her through the darkness.

"How did you find me?" Vera asked as she kneeled in front of him.

"Was leavin' a casino an' decided ta take a walk a'fore headin' back 'ere. Saw ya being chased by dat guy."

Vera hugged him tightly, "I'm so glad you showed up! I really needed some back up…even though I know I could take care of myself."

"Tis not a problem, Cherie. Always glad ta help a woman in need." Once she released him, he looked up at her, "Did ya know dat guy?"

Vera quickly sat back as she shifted her eyes to the side, "I wish I didn't." She looked back at him, "It's a long story…a really long story."

"Do ya wanna talk 'bout it?"

Vera took a deep breath into her nose and slowly let it out, "I think it would be best if I did." She stood up, then helped him up.

Together, they walked to the dressing room and went inside. She seated herself on the couch and removed her boots while Remy lit some candles before he made himself comfortable on the chair. It took her a few moments to decide where to begin.

"Remy, I think the first thing you should know about me is that I'm with a 'group' of people. We might seem like we do bad things, but we don't. We're a Brotherhood. We fight for the people, to protect the people. There are people out there who don't like us, who are trying to kill us off. They are the Templars and they have been our rivals since the beginning. Since the Brotherhood was formed thousands of years ago."

Vera rolled up her sleeve and presented the bracer to him, the logo shinning in the candle light that lit up the room. She flicked her wrist and the blade came out at him.

"I'm part of the Order of Assassins."

Remy's eyes widened, "You're part 'a da Assassin's Guide?!"

"No, I'm not." Vera made the blade vanish into the bracer, then removed it and placed it on the table, "I never knew about the guides down here until a fellow brother told me about them when I arrived. We aren't like them. We are nothing like them. We don't kill people just for shits and kicks. We kill to protect the human race from the dangers of the Templars. Our ancestors possessed items of great power, The Treasures of Eden. Throughout our history, the Templars had tried to steal the items from us and have succeeded, but we always get them back in the end. All the items have vanished somewhere and it's up to us to find them before the Templars do. Should they succeed before us…the world could be in great danger."

"So…are ya down 'ere lookin' for one 'a dese items?"

Vera shook her head, "I'm looking for something else. Something more personal, but does have a connection to the Brotherhood."

"And, dat guy ya was with…is he lookin' for it, too? Is he one 'a ya?"

"I don't know where his loyalties lie at the moment. I've known him for a good deal of my life, and he's always had an air of mystery around him. I don't believe he's a Templar, but I don't feel he's fully a brother either."

"Why da ya say dat?"

Vera sat back slightly as she looked at the wall behind him, "Our families have a long history together…a very long history."

"A good one, or a bad one?"

"Probably leans more towards the bad one. But, before I continue, there's something else you should know." Vera reached up and removed her earring. Upon transforming, she noticed Remy had quickly moved to her side and she screeched when she saw just how close he was to her, "Um…" She waved her hand slightly, "could you move back just a little? I still have anxiety issues."

"But…you're so beautiful, Cherie!"

"Um…thank you."

"What? Don't ya know what ya look like?"

Vera turned her head towards the vanity mirror. All she could see where the candles flickering on the table and the side of Remy's face. She watched as he turned to join her.

"Oh…yeah…forgot 'bout dat."

"It's alright. At least I can see myself in my human form."

Remy looked down at the earring in her hand, "What is dat?"

"A power limiter. It keeps in a human form, so I can live like a normal human and no one will know that I'm a vampire. Sadly, I've lived in that body for so long that I forget I'm a vampire. But, it's nice to not have to worry about burning to death in the sunlight and not having to drink blood all the time."

"But, don't ya need blood to live?"

Vera pulled the make up bag out of her purse and handed it to him, "Yes, but I have these."

Remy opened up the bag and saw the vials within. He picked one up and had a look, "Is dat human blood?"

"What's beef to a human, is blood to a vampire."

It took a moment before the wheels started to turn in Remy's head. He looked up at her with wide eyes, "Ya mean…dis is…"

Vera smirked slightly as her eyes shifted to the bag, then back to him.

"Dats gross! Ya drink cow blood?!"

"It's better than drinking human blood. I use to do that…until I started killing people, which is not a good thing. Needed a substitute."

"Ya can kill people by takin' their blood?"

"Or turn them into a vampire. There is a way to take blood without killing someone…I just never figured it out. Plus, I don't need to be giving the Brotherhood a bad name."

"Do day know 'bout ya?"

Vera nodded as she took the bag from him and put it down on the floor, "Yes, they do. We have a good history with the Brotherhood, along with other creatures like us. Problem is, some of them didn't want to become apart of the Brotherhood and reek havoc that makes us look bad and lose the trust of the Brotherhood. I'm one of the lucky ones that they still trust. I think it's because of my ancestors' loyalty to the Brotherhood."

"What 'bout dat guy's family?"

"That's an iffy situation. A good portion of them stayed with us…the others didn't. That's why I think his loyalties don't fully lie with us."

"Is he like ya? A vampire."

"He is. He's a royal thorn in my side…but, he does allow me to have his blood. At least I can drink from a vampire and not kill them." Vera sighed a little, "It's just that he's become more of a pain lately than usual. I think it's because of the object I'm looking for, and because of our family relations."

"What are ya lookin' for? An', how did your family become assassins?"

Vera looked over at him as she stretched her legs out and allowed them to rest on his lap, "You better get ready because this could take awhile…a long while."

Remy gently placed his hands on her legs, "I 'ave no where ta go, so you're all good."

Vera nodded before starting, "My family is from Ireland, but we call ourselves Celtics, not Irish because we know and understand the Celtic language and symbols. They were born Celtic and will always be Celtic. The item I'm looking for is a medallion with a blood red stone and rot iron designs. The designs are Celtic. It was made from the blood of my ancestors, a token to our gods - yes, we have gods - that only those worthy enough will become immortal. Vampires have fallen to this medallion as well as humans. It does not tell you when you will die. It could be years, months, weeks, days, but it will promise the person the worst death known to man kind, and you won't see it coming."

She made herself comfortable on the couch as she continued, "But, word got around about this powerful gem and it was stolen from our family several times. Each time, the person faced a horrid death. One of my ancestors, fed up with the consent guarding of the medallion, found out about the Brotherhood and decided to seek their aid. They agreed to train my ancestors in turn for their loyalty to their Brotherhood. We agreed as well. Whoever took the medallion from then on was quickly killed by us. If they somehow succeeded in clamming it, the Brotherhood would help us track them down. In time, the Brotherhood picked up other creatures who wished to learn their skills and help take down those who did them wrong. Soon, the Brotherhood grew stronger and more fierce. Everyone feared anyone who bore the mark of the Brotherhood, and they created small groups to hunt them down. The groups combined and would become what are now known as Templars. They have managed to take the medallion, but have failed at keeping it."

"But, over time, our family started to die off and the skills that the Brotherhood had taught them were fading away as the younger vampires felt that they didn't need to learn those skills in order to be an assassin. That's where Daniel's family came into play. As our family fell, they began to rise. They offered to help us, but with a price. The first born daughter of our family must marry the first born son of their family. This was agreed up on…until, several decades down the line, our family realized that with the mixed bloods, the medallion would, also, respond to them. Over the years, we tried to break our ties with them, but nothing seemed to work. A few of our relatives even offered the medallion to different noble heirs…that failed. In the mid 1800's, it went missing and his family blamed ours for its lose. My family sailed to New Orleans and found tunnels under the city while it was being built. The tunnels would not only lead them safely through the city, but were a great hiding place from the other family. Then, our family split up in the mid 1930's. Some of them went back to Ireland while the others stayed here in the states and moved farther north to New York. Everything was fine from then on. But, what we didn't know was that their family had someone following us around, and that was Daniel. He's much older than me, obviously, and he even trained me to be an assassin when my parents wanted to head back to the isles and I wanted to stay here. Of course, my family never knew about this and I never knew about the bad blood between us. When I got older, Daniel wanted to explore the states, just wander around, but I opted to stay behind. We parted ways, but he'd always return."

"I never understood our family's history until I ran into a relative, who came to visit from the isles, and filled me in. Since then, I've always been wary of him, even though he seems to take better care of me than I do myself. But, over time, I trained hard, went on missions and became a Master Assassin. If the Templars pose a threat, then I'm the first one that gets called to duty. It was on one of those missions that I met my boyfriend. Then, one night, Daniel caught me and him hanging out and attempted to assassinate him, but I warned Daniel what would happen if he killed a few brother and he fled promising that he'd never stop following me until he gets what he wants; the medallion and my hand."

Remy stared at her as his eye twitched a little, "…what?"

"Believe me, it is confusing and weird. I'm sure I'm missing details. Guess the sessions in the animus didn't help with my memory that much." Vera replied to him as she laid back and put her forearm over her eyes.

"Animus…?"

"It's a scientific device that allows us to step into our ancestors' bodies and go through what they experienced. It's all in our minds, of course. Someone is in charge of making sure that we can handle being in that state for a certain amount of time and is keeping tabs on a computer. They send us back in time and put us into one of our ancestors' bodies and watch as we relive those moments. It comes in handy when looking for those Eden objects. But, it sucks when your ancestor is killed because your body almost goes into shock. Worst thing ever!"

"Cherie…um…'bout how old are ya?"

Vera moved her arm up and glanced at him, "I was born in 1895, if that helps at all."

"But, ya don't look it. An' da driver's licenses dat ya showed me."

"A friend was able to pull a few stings to help out on that. And, I know I don't. Vampires age slowly, which sucks because I made a lot of good friends in the Brotherhood, and I had to attend funeral after funeral for them. It sucks and really hurts. But, it's the price you pay for being immortal."

"Do ya parents know 'bout any 'a dis?"

"No." Vera sat herself up, then placed her earring back on as she changed back into her human form, "While I can't say that they fled the Brotherhood, I want to keep my loyalties with them. I live in a place where we train young assassins and have lived there for several years. Daniel won't go near the place when he comes. I have a feeling he knows that they'll catch onto him."

"Cherie, if ya really can't stand dis guy, why haven't ya killed him yet?"

Vera drew a sharp breath and stared at the dark wall as she spoke in a low voice, "Because he's watching us."

"Who's watchin' ya?"

"The Mentor." Vera glanced at him with dead eyes as she spoke, "He's in charge of all of us and is watching our every move. No one has seen him and a few have fallen at his hands. If we dare kill another brother, then we are considered enemies of the Brotherhood and will be hunted down and killed. They know of us creatures who are within the Brotherhood and know how to eliminate us should we 'step out of line'. Kill a fellow brother, you are automatically a Templar and need to be dealt with as soon as possible. No matter where you go, they will find you, and they will kill you."

"Your guide…I mean, Brotherhood, seems a bit scary."

"There's always a light and dark side to everything, right? Just so happens that we do as well."

Remy nodded slightly as he lead his head back and looked up at the ceiling as bits of light danced across it from the flickering of the candle light, "Cherie…da medallion…does it glow at all?"

"Under certain circumstances, yes, why?"

Remy paused for several long seconds before saying, "I think I saw it a'fore. I know where tis at."

"It should be in a mansion, the same one we passed yesterday morning. I know that. I got some information from a fellow brother. Getting in to get it is going to be tricky because I heard the place is guarded, even thought it doesn't look it."

"I can 'elp ya get in."

"Really? How?"

"'Cause da owner 'a dat place…is mon pere."

Vera's eyes widened as her heart sped up, "What?! You're a thief? Please tell me you didn't take that thing and please tell me you never touched it without gloves on!"

Remy put his head up and faced her, "Do ya want da long story, or da short story?"

Vera shrugged a little, "Whatever you're up to telling me, I'm down for it."

Remy nodded a little, "Well, da first thin' ya should know tis dat I…ain't really human. I'm kinda like ya, but not like ya. I'm what you'd call a mutant. I was born with da power of kinetic energy. I can charge somethin' and it'll explode on impact. Da bigger da object, da bigger da explosion. What ya saw earlier was me chargin' cahds. I mainly use those as ma weapon."

Vera sat back as she listened, "That's interesting. I've never met a mutant before. I'm kind of sad now because I was really hoping you'd teach me that trick of yours. But, all is forgiven."

Remy continued, "Just wanna get dat out 'a da way a'fore I moved along. It'll make sense 'bout my livin' situation later on. I was raised by da patriarch 'a da Thieve's Guide, Jean-Luc LeBeau. But, I wasn't his real son. I was raised by da thieves on da street a'fore he picked me up. Day called me Le Diable Blanc, or Da White Devil. Tis was believed dat I would be da one ta help unite our guide with da Assassin's Guide. Anyways, I trained ta become a master thief, an' I could steal anythin'. For da right price, you'd get me, Le Diable Blanc. An', believe me Cherie, I was worth every penny." He grinned slightly.

Vera flushed slightly, "Something tells me that you're good at stealing hearts, because you kind of did that when I met you, even though I'm taken...I think I just put myself in a bad situation." She glanced at him, "You will speak of this to no one."

Remy tilted his head to the side slightly, "I thought vampires didn't 'ave hearts."

"I do in this form. Like I said, I've spent a good deal of time in this form that I've grown 'mortal features' that vampires don't have." Vera took his hand and placed it on her chest, "I have a heart."

Remy could feel her heart beating against her chest, "Dat's crazy."

"I know. It was a little strange at first, but I've gotten use to it." Vera released his hand, then moved a bit closer to him, "Keep going with your story! I'm getting really into this!"

"Glad ta 'ear dat, Cherie! Anyways, when I was a teen, I was hired by a man named Doctor Nathaniel Essex. I didn't fully trust him, but he offered a huge amount 'a money if I went ta Canada ta retrieve a diary for him, which he said was stolen. When I got ta da location Essex sent me ta, I swore ta maself dat I'd steal me a long, fancy coat when I returned. Tis freezin' up there! Wish he would have said somethin' a'fore I left, so I could have prepared myself!"

Vera looked over at the jacket resting on the chair diagonal from them, "I take it that's what you took?"

Remy nodded, "I've 'ad dat for a long time, an' don't plan ta give it up anytime soon. Anyway, I managed ta get inta da buildin' an' found where da diary was hidden. Then, I heard a sound an' was almost caught until I saw several people tryin' ta control dis crazy mutant. I did escape da buildin' a'fore day saw me. The moment I was far enough away, I looked in da diary an' saw weird drawin's in it along with writin'. I had a feelin' that those people in the buildin' were doing experiments on dat escaped mutant, so I burned da diary an' started ma long journey back 'ere. Da guide an' Essex were upset dat I didn't return with da diary, but I just told 'em dat I couldn't find it."

"Did they believe you when you told them that?"

"Mon père said dat if da diary was in da buildin', then I would have been able to find it. It was…I just didn't brin' it back. I felt da information inside wasn't meant for certain eyes. Plus, when I went inta da room da diary was in, I saw mutants floatin' in large test tubes with wires attached ta dem."

Vera's eyes widened at the mention of that, "Oh Goth, that sounds awful! Human or not, no one should be inside a test tube and experimented on! That's beyond wrong and sick! Where they alright?!"

"Sadly, I wouldn't know, Cherie. But, I was locked up in a place like dat a'fore. I was able ta escape, an' was da only mutant who ever did. I was given da nickname Gambit 'cause I'd always hustle da guards. I make a livin' playin' poker, even thought I came from a wealthy family."

"Was the diary the reason why you're living in this place?"

Remy shook his head, "No, Cherie, somethin' else happened. I had a good friend when I was eight, an' her name was Bella Donna. She was da granddaughter 'a da head 'a da Assassin's Guide. 'Casue our guides hated each other so much, we'd met in places where we knew dey wouldn't find us. I really loved her. Since I was suppose ta be da guy who united our guides, we got married. Everythin' was going well…until a few hours after da wedding' when her brother, Julien, started ta pick a fight with me. He challenged me ta a dual an' I had a feelin' he was gonna win, since he was a master assassin. I did what I could ta make sure dat I didn't lose…so I killed him. 'Cause 'a dis, I was exiled from da city an' ma relationship with Bella Donna ended."

Vera stared at him as she allowed everything he said to soak into her mind, "Holy bats. Your story really outweighs mine by a lot. But, if you're suppose to be banished, how do they not know that you're here?"

"I move 'round. I try not ta stay 'ere for too long. A few 'a deme 'ave caught me wanderin' 'round, but dey quickly learn ta back off."

Vera nodded her head slowly before saying, "The medallion?"

"I wasn't da one who brought it home. Another thief found it…not sure where thou. It went inta mon pere's possession da week before I married Bella Donna. It was in a velvet bag. Mon pere put it in a glass cabinet in his office. I passed by da office one night ta see a strange blinkin' comin' from a crack in da door. I peeked inside an' saw it flashin' in a slow pattern. Da thing gave me chills…tis still does when I think 'bout it."

"It…blinks?" Vera said with a bit of confusion in her voice, "I've…never been told that."

"Tis a scary piece 'a work, I'll give ya dat much."

"I can't say much about it because I've never seen it before. This will be my first time interacting with it." Vera looked at him as one of the candles burned out on the vanity behind them, "Remy, I'm suppose to retrieve my family heirloom before it gets into the wrong hands. I'm more worried about Daniel getting a hold of it…I don't even want to know what he'd do with it. I'm suppose to do this alone, but I'm going to need help. Will you help me?"

Remy held up his hands, "As long as ya touch it, den I'm fine with it."

"I would never make you touch it. Guide me through the mansion and accompany me to New York. With my abilities and your power, we will be unstoppable." Vera reached into her purse and pulled out the map Eluvitie had provided to her. She laid it out before him, "This is the underground tunnel system used by us creatures and fellow brothers. After we leave the mansion, this will be our way of travel. A fellow brother is here and will be able to provide us with some kind of transportation to get to New York."

Remy leaned over as he looked at the map, "I've never seen dis a'fore."

"The tunnels are hidden and can only be opened via secret passages inside certain buildings, or through cement sidewalk slabs. We may have to enter via the sidewalk. But, not the one in front of the mansion. We need to make sure we're far enough away from there, for I have a feeling guards are going to be chasing after us."

"When do ya wanna do dis?"

Vera pulled out her phone and looked at the date, "Tonight, if possible. I need to get in contact with my friend to make arrangements about transportation."

Remy looked at her phone before it went dark, "Mon pere always attends productions on Friday nights. Da place should be dead. I think nine would be da best time ta break in."

"Will there still be guards?"

"I'll take care 'a dem. Ya just worry 'bout dat scary glowin' thin'."

"Then it's settled. I'll meet you there at nine."