It took me three hours to get back home, ironically I actually lived just one street away from the club but after three hours of wondering around spraying myself down with essence of garlic then walking through a spice and herb market I could be somewhat confident I had escaped even Night World pursuit. Probably.
Not that it mattered too much considering I was currently settled into an armchair whilst aiming a crossbow at the front door. I glanced at the clock over the door, 6am, I'd been sat there watching the door for twenty minutes , I decided to give it another ten just in case before going to sleep, after all I had a major job coming up tomorrow. Not really, although my employers probably thought it was a large operation it was pretty small scale to some of the Night World operations I'd observed. I'd been lucky tonight, I'd caught the two of them off-guard, I could have beaten them both given time but by then half the club would be trying to kill me.
Eventually my half hour watch was over and I walked upstairs, taking the crossbow with me of course, although my bedroom was quite large my bed itself was quite small the rest of the room filled with both guns and sword alike along with bottled water and tinned foods. The actual room door was made of steel and I could bar it from the inside, which I did. Any casual observer would consider me paranoid beyond belief, I was but then again I was still alive so I must be doing something right.
With these introspective thoughts on my mind I fell into a light sleep. Hand still gripping a katana in a vicegrip.
I woke.
Today would more than likely be a case of damage control if past experience with vampire slayers was anything to go by.
Within the hour I was outside the Lancers building. In a way I was a vampire mercenary, once word had got around I started hiring myself out to whichever group paid best, it was the only job I could still cope with. I didn't guarantee my co-workers would survive, I didn't even guarantee I'd survive but the one guarantee I did give was that the vampires wouldn't. Many hunters were put off by my cold and clinical approach to the work.
I pressed the buzzer.
"Who's there?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, now am I being paid in advance, 50% before, 50% after or money on results."
"Sorry I have no idea what your on about."
"Yes you do now forget the stupid passwords or let me, either that or I'll let myself in and the door isn't going to come out of my fee."
"Fine." By the sound of it Elliot was not having a good day.
I made my way up the staircase and then knocked one of the panels out of the ceiling, threw the panel back into the hole and climbed up after it putting it carefully back into place. I made my way silently through the rafters till I thought I was above the room. I quietly lifted a panel just enough to see what everyone was doing, they were actually watching the door expectantly. Good god I'm not some bloody hero.
I slowly pulled the panel right back and moved to the panel just behind Elliot. Pulling it quickly back I unsheathed a tanto from my belt and dropped down looping an arm round his throat and pressing the blade to the top of his spine.
I whirled on the spot dragging Elliot around with me. I observed the rest of the Lancers, Three already had weapons out. I watched one girl draw a throwing knife, wooden I noticed, and throw it, it was completely off target and I had to release my grip on Elliot to stop it catching him in the chest, I stabbed my now free arm down and caught the dagger through the palm of my hand.
A strange calm washed over me. I sheathed my tanto and pulled it from my hand examining it with acute interest before tossing it aside.
I walked over to Elliot and addressed him directly, he'd already told them to put down there weapons.
"Not too shabby. I'll take the three who got their weapons out by the time I turned round, as for that asshole with the dagger get her out of my sight, it's pretty obvious I'm not a bloody vampire."
From behind me I heard a self-indignant voice screech:
"Who the fuck are you?"
I turned on a point to see that the speaker was I suspected the idiot with the dagger.
"Sorry girlie but I'm you don't need to know that." I said calmly.
"I am second in command here! Now if we don't know who you are how can we know your not one of them." I had heard few voices quite so shrill.
"You can't."
She lunged at me with a stake. I grabbed her wrist and squeezed till she dropped it.
"You use metal on nonvampires preferably with a small amount of silver in the alloy. As to how you know I am not a vampire. Your still alive." I turned back to talk with Elliot. "Who's heading this one?"
"Vicky is." He nodded at idiot I had just berated.
"Fine, now please get someone to fetch me a bandage."
I turned back to Vicky. "Listen there is a difference between reasonable suspicion and stupidity, now I am sorry if we started off on the wrong foot, what's the objective? If what I'm being paid and what I'm told is correct this one is pretty big."
"We've located the residence of one of the Elders..." Oh, god please don't say it. "Schist Adamant."
Thank god.
"Your seriously going to attack an Elder's residence?"
"Yes."
"It's insane but I'll go along with it. How many do we have with us?"
"Up to twenty."
"And how many can actually fight and won't be likely to just endanger those who are with them."
"Maybe four." She said sheepishly.
"Any secondary objectives?"
"Yes we want to capture one or two alive." By we she meant she wanted.
"Ok, here is how your going to do it, you won't like it but it's the only way it will work."
Author's Note: Plz somebody review, if it's just to tell me how bad the fic is fine but plz just review
