This story is becoming far longer than I expected. I was intending around ten chapters but I think we're looking at 12-20 chapters now.

Chapter Seven – To Die For

A rifle was nudged against his spine and he walked a little faster. Though breather weapons couldn't kill him he was fairly sure that they would hurt like hell if they came into contact with his flesh.

He was led down a series of amazingly white corridors with a gun pressed to his back. It was tempting to turn around and hit his captors with everything he had but a. he wanted to find out what and where he was and b. he'd rather not get torn to shreds with bullets. They continued to nudge him down corridor after corridor until he was taken into a room with a table and a chair.

His guards handcuffed him to the table and left to scowl at the bright walls. The room was entirely plain aside from a mirror on the wall directly in front of him. He glared at it, his sapphire eyes lingering on the spot where his reflection should've been.

Then he saw it.

There was an inexplicable flash of light in the mirror. Vlad frowned and willed his eyes to sharpen on the point where the light had flashed. Slowly his vision adapted to the new view and he was able to make out figures on the other side.

It didn't help him in any way. So he proceeded to sit and wait for someone to come and possibly try and kill him. He could easily escape and he was fairly sure his captors were aware of this as they sent someone to interrogate him pretty quick and the weapon he was carrying looked rather nasty. The well-built man who entered raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"I thought you'd be bigger." Vlad shrugged nonchalantly and the man seated himself opposite, x-raying Vlad from underneath thick brows. "They told me that you ripped a door open and had gotten in without tripping a single alarm." Vlad studied the man in return. He was obviously armed with more weapons than Vlad could see and his body language was tense, ready to disable Vlad at the slightest provocation. "Until vault 106, that is." The man's hazel eyes searched him for an indication of body language. "Is there a reason for this?" His hand snaked round the barrel of his gun. "Or is it something else?"

Vlad saw it coming and moved as soon as he raised the gun. The wall behind where Vlad had been sitting was pelted with bullets as Vlad appeared on the other side of the room.

"Aha!" The man barked ceasing fire at once and grinning victoriously at Vlad. "Teleporter." Vlad didn't say anything, wondering if it was worth letting him believe the façade.

"Now…" The man examined the remains of Vlad's handcuffs. "Why would a teleporter be here?" His tone caused Vlad's muscles to tighten in anticipation to strike. "You're not the first teleporter here to steal."

For some reason Vlad had thought that what he said next would help him. "Look all I need is this statue," He paused trying to remember and the man didn't stop him speaking. "Portae inferi," This time he didn't see the shots coming.

A fire burned through his chest like the breather fever he'd recently recovered from and he found he lost control of his nerves. He dropped like a stone as his body tried to reject the foreign object. He'd been shot. A bullet was lodged in his stomach cavity and he was leaking blood all over the floor. At least he knew it wouldn't kill him.

As he lay 'dying' on the floor, he heard the door open and he strained to hear the voice of his killer. "He bought up vault 312, I assumed you'd prefer him dead rather than as one of yours." There was an inaudible response then more speech. "Fine, I'll put more guards on 312."

A brilliant idea filled Vlad's head, a devious Ingrid-worthy plot bubbled within Vlad's head cavity. A slight smile graced Vlad's lips as he revelled in the genius of his idea.

Vlad was wearing a guard's uniform; in fact, Vlad was wearing a guard's body. It had come to him as a pair of guards hurried passed him and he'd taken the liberty to hop into a new body; his old one certainly wasn't going anywhere. The guard didn't have a chance to even say he was feeling sick before Vlad crushed his control on the body they now shared.

He allowed his partner to lead the way and contributed to conversation in the smallest way possible. "What do you think has got the guys upstairs all riled up this time?" The man held an amused expression on his face, as if this had happened on a previous occasion for a far sillier reason.

Vlad shrugged. "Someone said something about a teleporter of something." In response his partner also shrugged.

"Another one?" The man rolled his eyes. "I mean what's got them so riled up. We get teleporters all the time but they never order extra guard."

"Maybe this one was particularly good?" Vlad suggested then he realised his partner had stopped and was looking at him with an odd expression.

"Where are you going?" He gestured to the metal door behind him. "This is vault 312."

"Well in that case…" Vlad began and slammed the butt of his weapon into man's head. "I guess you can take a break." Then he shot at the camera's that could see him. Sorted.

He turned to the steel door. "Okay, let's go ahead and get you open." There was no visible door handle but he followed his procedure with the first door and punched through the metal.

Or tried.

What Vlad expected to happen was his fist to tear through the metal but in reality what followed was a wince-worthy crunch as his knuckles connected with the thick metallic door.

Needless to say, Vlad let out a yell.

It was so loud that Vlad expected guards to come charging round the corner but apparently they were preoccupied with whatever else they had going on.

However the fact he was in a human body meant that he was forced to go back and fetch his own. He didn't look that great from an outer perspective.

Which meant it probably looked like a zombie was trying to break into vault 312.

He got the door open fairly quickly once he'd returned to his own body. He did encounter a problem when one of the guards woke up but a quick bash to the head knocked them right out again and then a technician was sent to repair the cameras and Vlad repeated the procedure of head bashing.

He entered the vault and closed what was left of the door; in case of discovery it might buy him a few seconds. He found the statue swiftly also.

It was the only thing in the entire huge vault.

"Oh." Vlad murmured.

He didn't expect it to be that big.

That's what she said. :3

Ugghhh I'm annoyed with myself. This chapter had a long wait and I don't think it's up to scratch at all.

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