Chapter 4:Spilling the Beans

Another Vaas POV chapter, I love writing from his perspective, he truly is a unique character through and through. I didn't want Vaas to find out Mirabella being on the island to soon, but... shit happens. Lol. Enjoy.

Chapter 4: Spilling the Beans

Vaas POV

Smoke flowed freely through the air of the shanty, leaving behind a musky scent. I sat comfortably at my small desk, cluttered with unnecessary papers and an ashtray for the ashes of the large blunt I was smoking. The shanty was dark, the shutters of the windows shut tight to keep the smoke from leaving the shanty. My feet were perked up upon the desk, I was slouched in my wooden chair, a video camera on the edge of the left side of the desk which was push against the wall.

I brought the blunt to lay upon my dry lips once again, inhaling the smoke and letting it seep out of my nose. I could hear my men yelling at natives outside, gunshots echoing soon after. I knew who was to come once the urgent sound of footsteps met the wood of the patio just outside the door. Benny bursting in through the door, he was in his normal pirate attire, with black shades as glasses and stubbles of hair upon his chin.

"Uh- Vaas!" I stared blankly at the ashtray as I stabbed the perfect blunt into the previous ashes, I sighed loudly before shooting up to my feet and turning to him.

"What the fuck is up Hermano?" I asked plainly, the drug induced state I was in, keeping me calm and collected.

"Um... We found an American on the beach last night."

"Why the fuck haven't I heard about this?"

"I-I don't know... We found her and we killed the captain."

"Did she say how she got here?"

"She's been crying silently ever since we threw her into a cage."

"Shit!" My left hand came up to briskly run across the stubbles of hair upon my chin.

"Sounds like I need to pay her a visit." A grin came to my expression, Benny nodded.

"She is in the cages by the outhouses." I chuckled, shaking my head.

"She probably smells like shit." Benny shrugged, I made my way past him and out the door. It wasn't much getting the intense stares from my men as I walked through the camp, it was no surprise, they all despised the amount of fear and power I had over them. The outhouses weren't to far across the camp, you walk down a path lined with trees and bushes until you find the cages and then the outhouses. To my surprise all the cages were empty except one, making my job easier. The unruly stench of shit and death mixing into my nostrils as I made my way to the bamboo cage with a smug expression on my face. By the looks of the blonde haired girl, I knew she would be worth a lot, I couldn't just assume her parents were rich, but it was most likely true that they were. She was in a mud covered teal blue dress, her hair was fuzzy in knots, her brown eyes were nothing more to me than shit, and her bare feet were covered in feces, I am not going to lie that if we fixed her up a bit, she could be fuckable. I was never one for blondes though. She was in a fetal position, sobbing into her knees, no doubt flexible, that could be a lot more on the price. I stopped beside the cage, the jungle surrounding the outhouses and other cages, I crouched down across from her, the bars separating us.

"Pera!" I snapped smugly at her, a grin held on my face, I was going to get money and that made me happy. It had been a week since the last Americans showed up. One thing that struck me though was she was alone, she wasn't with anyone, which completely surprised me, in fact I think she was with someone. "Look at me Hermana." I insisted strictly, her eyes moved up slightly to meet with mine, tears running down her now red face. "Hello... Do you know how you got here? How do you know about this place?"

"I-I want water..." She stated hesitantly, she was going to play tough girl with me, I liked a good challenge. My grin fell as I stared at her with a strict expression.

"If you don't answer my questions, you won't get shit." I retorted, she gulped audibly and moved her head back down to cry.

"My friend brought me here... She was born here and told me..." She looked up at me, sniffling and wiping drifting tears away. "That she missed this place."

"Oh! So you're not alone?" She shook her head, I pulled up from my crouching position with excitement. I spun around happily and clapped my hands. "That's good, your name?"

"J-Jessica..." She stuttered, I chuckled lightly, placing my hands on my hips and marveling at her, I then rubbed the stubbles of hair on my chin and crossed my arms, turning my back to her.

"What's your friend's name?"

"M-Mirabella." My eyes widened and I stilled, I felt every muscle in my body go limp. It couldn't be the Mirabella I was thinking of, I turned to face the American whore. My eyes were narrowed and my expression showed both anger and confusion.

"Say again?"

"Mirabella... Okay?" Her eyes met mine, she wasn't lying so perhaps it was a different Mirabella.

"Last name?"

"Santos..." Shit! I stomped my foot at the groin with complete anger, rushing through my veins.

"Fuck!" I walked over to the bars of the cage grasping them with a tight grip, the new bandages of my knuckles collecting sweat and dirt. "You better not be fucking with me!" I yelled at her irritably, she pushed her back further into the bars to move away from my angered state.

"Why?" I laid my forehead on the bars and sighed loudly, I turned to pace slowly back and forth, a million things going through my mind. "W-What's... Your name?" She continued boldly, my back facing her as I turned completely.

"Vaas..." I heard her gasp and when I turned to look at her, she was in shock. I then knew that Mirabella came back for me and obviously Jessica knew of this. The question was should I trust her enough to actually believe that who she was talking about was the woman I fucked six years ago? "Answer this question and I might believe you." I looked over my shoulder at the girl.

"Then you will let me go?"

"No, then you will tell me where you last saw her and which direction she went from there." I considered allowing her the chance of a better environment than a cage, probably because she knew Mirabella, but it quickly slipped from my mind. "What is Mirabella's biggest and only flaw?" This was a hard one, if she knew Mirabella she would know this flaw of all things.

"Um... E-Emotion..." Jessica hesitantly answered, I was hoping it not to be a lucky guess because she was right. Mirabella's biggest flaw was her emotions, all but fear, when afraid she did everything to push past it, yet, when sad, she would go into a depressive state, along with many other emotions, which caused this. I couldn't believe the bitch got it right, Mirabella was here and I couldn't help, but feel old nervousness creeping up on me. I hope I didn't have feelings for Mirabella like I use to, that whore left me and probably fucked other men when she was away.

"Where was the last time you saw her?"

"I saw her- um- She went into the jungle... And never came back."

"Where?!" I took one step towards the cage and the girl cowered.

"I don't know! Where they took me away!" She blurted out, her nails digging into her knees.

"Thank you... And that was when?"

"Around... I think four in the morning."

"Good!" I smiled with a endearing smirk before turning my back to her and walking down the path.

"Wait!" She shouted to me urgently, I just chuckled and kept walking, I was surprised after being informed of the news that I was still in a slightly good mood. I was going to find that twisted bitch and cut her head off, right after I had my way with her again. Oh Fuck, the exhilaration was getting to me, I really wanted her. That's what I was going to do, get angry at her for leaving me, rape her brains out, and then kill her. I walked down the Path and all I was thinking of, was her, yet this time I felt no pain... Only excitement.