Chapter One

I sat across from the French banker and next to my brother. I could smell the fear rolling off the old man. My brother however, was a different story. I could hear the hatred pulsing through his veins. This banker knew where Schmidt was. He was the man that killed Erik's father and knew of my kind. We both wanted to know where he was.

I kept my steely gaze on the old banker. My outfit was perfect for fitting in. I wore a tight black pencil skirt to my knees, a white sleeveless blouse, small classy black shoes and a feminine fitted blazer. I had morphed my teal hair into black, to fit in just a little more, and it was slicked back into a perfect bun. I also added a pair of very sophisticated glasses that framed my eyes.

I had to look the part to be the part, I guess. Erik didn't understand why, but I enjoyed being thorough. First of all, if I was to get out of here with the information I needed I needed to look as if it was my job to have it. What could be better than a secretary.

I was snapped from my thoughts by Erik placing a heavy bar of gold onto the desk. It was engraved with a Nazi Insignia. I glared heavily at it. I knew the pain it caused Erik to even look at this piece of metal, but it would help get the job done. The banker seemed offended.

"Possession of that gold is illegal," He said in French, "I should inform the police."

"Let's not play this game." Erik said confidently. He knew what he was doing... I just hoped it was the safe thing to do as well.

"Where did you get it?" The Banker asked.

"A friend." Erik stated simply.

"A friend that recommended your bank most highly. A shame if you disappoint." I said, my voice sharp and silky.

"I see..." The Banker seemed to hesitate, "Do you know our terms?"

"Of course, but you should highly consider taking ours." I scowled.

"This gold is what remains of my people. Melted from their possessions; torn from their teeth." Erik said, hatred lacing his words.

"Blood money." I sneered.

"You're going to help me find the bastards responsible for it." Erik finished, though I could feel his pride.

I sensed the banker reaching for the alarm. My eyes flashing, I forced his chair backwards so he slammed into the wall behind him. He was shocked. Scared. I smirked.

"Touch the alarm and I'll do a lot worse." I watched Erik stand and move around the desk. I followed slowly, wanting to know what he was up to. I kept the man pinned to the wall as Erik stared him in the eyes, hand gripping the bankers shirt.

"I want Schmidt. Klaus Schmidt, where is he?" He demanded. I watched the banker squirm.

"Our clients don't give addresses, we're not..."

"That kind of bank?" I supplied. I raised an eyebrow and caught Eriks gaze. I nodded subtly.

He sighed. Erik moved his fingers into a strange pinching position in front of the bankers mouth and I could hear the metal in his mouth bending and twisting. The banker tried to grab at something. I breathed in before I forced his hands down onto the chairs arms. He couldn't move.

"Metal fillings, eh?" Erik continued to pull at the mans mouth with an invisible force, "Not gold, worried someone might steal them?" I smelt the fear wash over the banker like sweat as the pain increased in his mouth.

"Argentina! Schmidt is in Argentina!" My mouth dropped, but Erik wasn't finished yet, "Villa Gesell! Please!" I grabbed Erik's arm as he continued to pull the bankers metal fillings out. He tended to get out of control at times, his rage get's the best of him. Suddenly, one of the bankers metal fillings leapt into Erik's hand. I frowned.

"Thank you." Erik breathed out as he walked over to me, "Wipe his memory when I leave." He whispered. I nodded solemnly. It was a useful power, but I was always burdened with the guilt afterwards. Erik turned to the door and resumed talking to the banker as he walked.

"I would love to kill you, so mark my words: If you warn anyone I'm coming... I will find you." On that dark note, Erik left. I also turned to the man. Now was my chance.

"Before I wipe your memory monsieur... I need to ask you a few questions." I said calmly as I sat back down. He was incredibly and inevitably terrified.

"Please, just leave me be!" He begged. I cocked my head slightly.

"Now, now monsieur. I won't harm you. I only want answers."

"I will not tell you people anything more." He tried to be strong and for that I applauded him.

"You won't have to tell me a thing. Your mind will." Before he could answer I allowed myself to delve deep into his mind.

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When I submerged I was disappointed. I had gotten a fair amount of information but not enough. This banker had a small file in the drawer to his right with my fathers name on it. It had all his bank details, phone numbers and so on in it... but my fathers dead... surely they shouldn't have all his details.

I sighed in defeat. Schmidt would know more. I was sure of it. For now I would settle with those documents. He was staring at me. His eyes glazed. I lifted my hand and held it out. My power completely wiped his memory of me and Erik. He had passed out immediately. Humans and their feeble bodies...

I gathered the documents from the drawer and stared at the name. Louis Grisham... I shoved them none to gently into my black suitcase just as the banker began to wake. I took advantage of him in his half asleep state.

"It has been very nice meeting you, monsieur, but I am afraid it's my time to leave." I smiled sweetly. I turned heel quickly and exited the room.

Erik was waiting patiently outside of the bank. I could tell he was curious. It only should have taken a few minutes, but I was sifting through that bankers mind for a good 15 minutes. I braced myself as I walked up to him.

"What took you so long?" He asked, in English this time.

"Got a little caught up on the way down." I lied. Luckily, Erik was only paying half attention somhe couldn't identify an obvious lie.

"Okay, you know where we're heading?" He said. I smirked.

"Argentina?" I asked, acting as if I didn't know.

"Argentina." He said, "Something tells me Schmidt won't be there..."

"But his associates will." I said, determined.

"They better be." He stated and I looked up at him.

"They will be there." I persisted. The banker wasn't lying about them at least.

"Of course, but will you be wearing the same old clothes?" He gestured to my current outfit and I smirked.

"Of course not. It's Argentina."

A/N

There's chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it blah blah blah...