"Are you sure this is going to work?" Megamind asked as he watched Wayne sort through his closet, picking out clothing before either tossing them to the bed or putting them back on their racks.

"You met her around there once, who's to say she isn't going to go there again?" replied Wayne as he held up a nice suit that wasn't too formal, or casual. "Man, you like your lighting bolts don't you?"

Megamind grunted as he picked up the trousers that Wayne had just tossed onto his bed. "You know I can easily generate any kind of clothing I want right?" he asked.

"Yes but you always pick such horrible things. You need color to catch a lady's eye and wearing black just makes you part of the shadows." Wayne explained as he walked into the bedroom, laying the suit out on the bed.

"That's what Father taught me to do." Megamind replied solemnly. "Never draw attention to yourself if you can help it."

"I know." sighed Wayne, reaching out and grasped his younger brothers shoulder. "But tonight you want her to see you, so when you do approach her you don't freak her out by your black clothing and spikes."

"I like spikes." grumbled Megamind. "But what makes you think she'd be going out?"

"Roxanne Ritchi is known to flit around the social scene on a Saturday night and my sources tell me she's going to be attending the gala event tonight in recognition of KMPG 8 reaching 40 years of service to the good people of Metro City." Wayne said as he wondered if it was too late to ask Minion to stitch up a colorful tie for Megamind before deciding to lend him one of his white ones.

"And how am I supposed to get in, again?" Megamind asked, "Steal a bellboy's outfit and dress up as him?"

"That could work. You're small enough to pass as one." in response he got a pillow flung at his face. He let it hit him and laughed, before tossing it aside. "I'm kidding. I got you a invitation."

"...you got me a... what, how?" the blue man was amazed.

"Remember? I'm the information guy. I got contacts." Wayne smiled. "Besides, Roxanne needs to be seen to. She's finding out more information every day, even though the library archives have been altered those within the newspapers probably aren't. Even I don't know how far Father's influence stretched. If she's already seen those and read about a baby blue boy alien falling from the heavens then to be adopted by the hermit millionaire whose property remains unknown to most... well. We don't want her finding this place."

"Why not?"

Wayne paused, and looked at Megamind. "Excuse me?"

"Why don't we want her finding this place? I mean... what if.. what if she could become an ally?" Megamind asked.

"Oh no." Wayne said, shaking his head. "No."

"Why?" Megamind probed, "Tell me."

"Because she's a reporter, remember? How could she keep her lips sealed about this place, about what you and I do?" Wayne asked.

"You don't know that for certain." Megamind scowled, "She has her fingers in the news network channels, she could give us even more information than our current contacts could!"

"Hey our guy's are pretty reliable but I do see the point you're trying to make, I'm not shooting you down entirely in flames." Wayne replied, "Easy little super star."

"Don't call me that, it's even worse then my name." picking up the suit Megamind observed the rich, deep blue material and dusted a piece of lint off the collar. "...could I at least try? If she doesn't want to then I can erase her mind."

Wayne sighed, and set his hands on his hips. "Father would disapprove of this but... sure. Give her a try. Besides, getting to talk to her all dressed up is surely on a wish list of yours, am I right?" he grinned.

"You're never going to let go of that are you? At least I stopped teasing you about liking your-"

"Ancient history." Wayne said, a little too quickly than he had hoped to.

"I don't think so!" sung Megamind with a smug grin.

"Cut it out. We got business to do." face flushing, Wayne handed Megamind the clothing he'd be wearing. "Now, Minion will drive you in the Bentley and I will act like your security to get you in, but then you're on your own. But come on, you've faced down vampires. Socialites can't be that different. All the blood sucking happens behind the scenes, after all."

"I hope so."

~*~

Roxanne fumbled with her purse as she sat in the back of the taxi, looking for her compact. Despite the bag being one of those small, fashionable little bags it was stuffed full of things. There was her make up compact, lipstick, small comb, spray on deoderant, mace, her coin purse, wallet, mobile phone, small collection of tissues and her house keys. It was no wonder she couldn't find what she was looking for, and after a moment she gave up with a frustrated grunt and sat back in the taxi.

She wore a red strapless dress that was somewhat figure hugging, showing off the curves of her hips, before spreading out a little just below the knees to reveal red stockings. Sighing, Roxanne turned her head to look out the window as the city scenery whizzed past.

Despite the library archives having been tampered with, Roxanne had sought out the newspaper that was printed by KPMG 8 and had found what she was looking for. Christmas day, twenty eight years ago a capsule with a baby alien had crash landed in the prison yard. The baby was then detained there for a while after helping criminals escape before being picked up by child services who believed it deserved a chance at a real life.

Then the baby, nicknamed Blue, had been adopted. By who remained illusive, since it was obvious that the boy's new family didn't want people knocking down their doors all day, or ringing them with questions about raising an alien. They wanted to remain anonymous, and they got it. Still it frustrated her to no end that this little baby was now fighting vampires like something out of a sci-fi movie. It almost reminded her of Blade, but Blade was a vampire fighting vampires and not an alien fighting vampires.

"Here we are." her driver had pulled up on the side of the road and turned to look back at her.

"Oh!" Roxanne blinked and looked outside.

They were at the Botanic Gardens Celebrations Hall, a huge, impressive building that companies would choose in which to host galas to show off their wealth and influence. It was lit up tonight with bright lights, and blue ruffled curtains shaped around the outside wall in patterns of bows. Already there was quite a crowd gathered along where the red carpet led from the sidewalk all the way up to the doors. Along said carpet a lot of television celebrities from KPMG 8 was signing autographs, being interviewed, or being photographed.

Roxanne paid the cabbie and got out of the car before making her way to the red carpet. Cameras flashed the instant she arrived and she smiled nicely at them all, pausing so the magazine and newspaper photographers could get a few good shots of her. She was glad she was now over her crippling fear of crowds that she used to have as a child, otherwise events like these would be impossible for her to attend.

She was just half way up the red carpet when she heard another car approaching and turned her head to see who it was. A rich blue colored Bentley, looking like it had just rolled off the production line, drove up and parked. Inside there were three people, a driver and two in the back. One door opened and a man unlike any she had seen before stepped out. He was at least seven feet tall, wavy black hair, and the kind of looks that any woman would swoon over. Dressed in a black suit he looked very intimidating, and impressive, obvious by how many cameras began clicking at him.

But he turned away from them all and held the door open for somebody else.

The one who followed him wasn't nearly as tall, but still cut a sharp image... he was slim but not by any means skinny. He wore a deep blue suit with a white tie against a black shirt, and wore shiny black shoes. Gloves covered his fingers and he glanced around at the crowd, seemingly oblivious to their presence. That thin face though, it was very familiar... and those eyes, the goatee and that bald head...

Roxanne recognized him despite him not having a huge head, or blue skin. No way was there a man in Metro City who resembled the alien this much. It was him. He was here! Why was he here? Was he after her? Was there a vampire here? She always knew the industry was full of blood suckers but how literal was that saying? Heart racing, Roxanne turned and hurried up the rest of the red carpet and in through the main doors, showing her invitation before moving on.

"Go get em, super star." Wayne said as he climbed back into the car.

Megamind simply grunted before being left on the red carpet. Taking a deep breath in through the nose he walked up the carpet, past the celebrities, interviewers, and photographers. Nobody stopped him to talk to him since nobody knew him, and he seemed to have the ability to just blend in with people despite walking up a red carpet with a hundred cameras on him. Approaching the door he pulled out an invitation and showed it to the hulking man who his brother Wayne could make cry if he really wanted to, before being let through.

Inside the entrance hall was elaborately decorated with statues and portraits on display. The floors and columns were marble, and waiters walked around with platters full of drinks and nibble food. All the people Megamind recognized from the television station, presenters, fore cast people, stars who showed up on shows that were screened on KPMG 8... it really was amazing but they weren't the reason he was here. Deciding to go through to where they would be seated, Megamind pushed on.

Roxanne had already found her seat at a round table and observed the names of those people who she'd be sitting with. Of course her floor manager was there along with his wife, a few other news reporters from her time slot and... Hal. Who somebody had sat right next to her. Shuddering a little, she reached out to grab her name and swap it with one of the other newscasters.

"Hey Roxy!" the voice of Hal almost made her jump. "Wow, you look amazing. I mean, truly. Wow." the red haired camera man was there in a suit that looked like it had been hired at the last second and didn't even properly fit his body type at all. She was certain the pant legs were rolled up, too.

Turning her reach to change name tags into a reach to pick up her glass she looked at him. "Thanks Hal." she smiled.

"Quite a turn out huh?" he asked as he pulled the chair out where his name was and sat, "Everyone of anyone's gonna be here."

Roxanne chose not to correct him, instead choosing to sit down. "I wonder if they got some of the older generation to show up."

"Who like Burt Neuton?" Hal guessed, "Oh man that'd be so wicked if he was here! Big ole' moon face." he glanced around, as if even saying the man's name was enough to make him appear.

"He's sick, Hal. Remember? Pneumonia." she reminded him. "But those other guys he worked with, I'm sure they'd be here."

Hal groaned at the lack of Burt before he looked at her again. Roxanne could practically feel his leer from her seat and desperately wished they had made all the camera people sit at their own tables. "So," she said, trying to break his concentration from looking at her breasts, "I do hear Caine O'Haren is going to be here tonight."

"No way Caine?" Hal's eyes widened in shock before getting to his seat. "Oh man he's great I gotta find him and say hello! But don't you go anywhere Roxy, I don't want to leave you unattended for too long!" he winked at her before rushing off out to the entrance area again in hopes of finding the comedic night show host.

"Jesus." Roxanne groaned as she put her forehead in her hand. She didn't think she could handle a whole night sitting next to Hal. He was sweet, sure, and a great camera man but his personality just... didn't mesh with her well. The way he tried to flirt badly and joke out loud in an attempt at covering his own insecurities was upsetting. Plus he just creeped her out sometimes, especially when she knew he was checking out her ass or breasts which, in this dress, he would be doing a lot of.

Then she remembered Megamind, the alien vampire slayer, and Hal became the least of her worries. Sitting up straight she looked around the large room where the celebration was to be held. There were round tables taking up most of the floor space but there was always room for a good dance in front of the stage where a long, white table presided. The heads of the company would sit there and on that huge screen hanging above their heads was where footage would be shown, no doubt. So far, she couldn't see him. This was a good and bad thing.

Was he after her, because she knew too much? What if he knew she was finding more information on him, and vampires in general? She had felt like she was being watched for days now... had it been him, in the shadows? Goosebumps ran up her arms and she shivered.

"Are you cold?" a voice asked, making her jump slightly and turned in her seat to look up at who had spoken.

"Oh, no not... not really..." Roxanne's voice trailed into silence as she saw who it was standing besides her.

It was him. Even with human skin on his face, and a normal sized head, there was no mistaking who he was. It was even more obvious now that he was so close to her, those brilliant green eyes that was so striking it was hard to ignore. She felt her heart seize for a moment, and she wasn't sure if her cheeks were flushing too. Why was she suddenly so happy to see him, despite her fear and trepidation?

"How's your ankle?" Megamind asked, glancing down at where her ankles would be if he could see them through the dress.

"Much better thanks." Roxanne said quietly. "Uh... do you want to sit down?" she asked.

"Can I?" he asked, looking surprised.

"Well yeah. I just asked." she replied with a smile. "Unless you're here to kill me, then you can go jump off a cliff."

"Kill you?" he looked absolutely shocked before grabbing the chair besides her and pulled it out, "Why would I ever want to kill you?" he asked as he sat.

"I don't know. Why else are you here?" Roxanne asked. "Unless there's a vampire in this party somewhere and you're here to seek them out."

Megamind gave a small smile, and shook his head. "No, nothing like that." he said as he sat there a moment before looking at her and smiled, almost shyly. "It's... good seeing you again. Even if our last meeting was very short and full of crazy stuff I'm glad to see you. Looking so well. You know. What I mean. Yeah. I'm rambling now, sorry."

"No that's all right. This must be out of your element, the whole... dress up party thing, am I right?" she asked.

"Oh you've no idea." he replied with a relieved smile.

"More used to jumping in and saving damsels from blood thirsty vampires, hm? In dark alleys?" Roxanne grinned, nudging at his arm playfully with her elbow.

"That doesn't happen as often as you think." Megamind replied with a laugh. Oh wow, this was easier than he thought it was. Why had he been so afraid before? Being afraid of a woman was beneath him, what his Father had taught him. She knew what he did, what he was, and she hadn't gone screaming to the newspapers or the internet. That alone must be a sign that she wasn't one of those 'people' who blabbed about anything strange they encountered in their lives. Maybe she could be of help to them, but he wanted so much more than just help from her.

"No?" she asked.

"Mmhmm. Any and everywhere at any time of night. And day." he said before reaching for a glass and filled it with water available from a pitcher that was on every table.

"Day? But I thought they couldn't..." Roxanne started.

"Some species of the vampire breeds can, but not many. They're easily recognizable in the day light so they tend to not go out in it if they can help it." he replied before taking a drink of water.

Roxanne opened her mouth to ask more but found herself interrupted. "Hey who are you?" Hal had returned, obviously unable to find his favorite night time host and found Roxanne being talked to by some bald guy he didn't know.

"Michael Crand." Megamind said instantly as he stood up, grabbed Hal's hand, and shook it. His whole demeanor had changed, obviously from years of infiltration and working from the shadows. "Publicist on the board for KPMG 8. Hal Stewart, yes?" he asked.

"Uh... y-yeah..." Hal said back, pulling his hand free from the gloved embrace of 'Michaels'. "Hi."

"I was just talking with Roxanne about the new shows slated for release this year. It seems as though we're going for a more reality TV spin then sitcoms which I find pretty boring since I prefer my sitcoms to seeing real people slug it out in matches and the like." Megamind continued, "But no matter how busy I may be I always make time to watch her news program. I always find it very enlightening to the goings on in our fair city and those who live in it. You do good work."

"Thanks... I guess?" the red head looked down at Roxanne, before back at the bald man. "Isn't your head like, cold or something like that?"

"Not always. Well!" he looked down at Roxanne and smiled in a way that she hoped didn't turn her cheeks red. "It has been a pleasure. Maybe I'll run into you during the night. See you." and with that he was off.

No way was he going to hang around and talk about vampires with her in such a public place and he cursed himself for saying what he had in her presence. He should know better! Yet in the presence of this beautifully stunning woman his mouth ran at high speeds, talking about any and everything. He almost praised the cameraman showing up when he did, less he would have gone into a tirade of information the woman wouldn't need or wanted.

Now he was stuck here for the remainder of the evening pretending to be somebody he wasn't and hoping he might run into her again throughout the night.

Good thing the drinks were free.

To be continued