Mission Done

Radica took a small bite out of her meatball parmesan and decided to break the silence between her and Noelle.

"Do you think Michael will be done with the mission before us?"

Noelle raised her eyes from her bowl and drove it back to the spaghetti soup, "I don't know."

"I think we will be faster," Radica said.

"Yeah, that will be cool."

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"Kinda," Noelle answered, "But don't sweat about it."

Radica chuckled, "Who f***ing cares if you hate me, at least I know why you're cold right now. I just wanted to be sure." Radica said and signaled the waitress.

"I need my dessert," she told her and the waitress politely nodded and left.

"And Noelle, why did you agree to be my partner if you have issues with me?"

"Believe me dear, I protested but it's like Xavier had sworn to partner me with everyone I have feuds with."

Just that instant the waitress returned with a bowl of ice cream. Radica stared at itin disgust. "I'm thirsty," she said to the waitress.

"What drink would you prefer," the waitress asked.

"Would you provide anything I ask," Radica asked dipping the spoon in the dessert.

The waitress looked at the table, the other girl had just continuously stirred the spaghetti soup and the one making the request only took a small bite out of her meatball parmesan. She was annoyed by their constant habit of not eating the food although they knew it's impolite. She nodded to the customer's question.

"Anything," Radica asked and yes was the reply. The girl was obviously pissed by now and Radica knew it. She will pounce on her and drain all of her blood eventually if she keeps answering yes. Noelle gulped down the small glass of scotch and squeezed her face. "Okay Radica let's get going," she said and paid for the food.

The waitress turned her head back to Radica waiting for her to say the drink she wanted. Instead Radica paid and whispered in her ear, "Word to the wise, stop gossiping about me you'll regret it."

The waitress was in shock, she most definitely did not know about her sensitive ears when she so comfortably told her colleagues Radica was part of The Den. Radica enjoyed how most of the people in the restaurant feared her but the waitress shouldn't have been the one spreading the news. Radica gently tapped the her shoulder, "Just keep safe."

"Uhm–hi," Alya spoke to a girl smoking outside a restaurant. The girl stared at her as if she was a ghost and suddenly smiled.

"Hey you're in my school," she said, "I'm Noelle," she stretched out her hand for a handshake.

Alya looked at her hand and back at her face before shaking the hands in the black gloves.

"I'm Karen," Alya said.

"Oh," Noelle said and smiled, "Karen," she repeated and continued smoking.

"I'm looking for The Den."

Noelle smiled, "You shouldn't be."

"Why," Alya asked curiously.

"That place will do you no good," Noelle said and blew a few perfect smoke rings.

"And how do you know," Alya asked and looked around surprised of how dark it was in the city after 10:00 PM.

"Believe me it's an advice, not a rule. It's dangerous to be outside at dark, especially around that area." Noelle answered.

"Can you at least show me so I can go in the day," Alya pleaded as she started to like the girl very fast. Noelle laughed and started to cough.

"Okay, okay, you're really stubborn," she laughed again.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as such," Noelle said just before another girl started to walk towards them.

"Noelle," she said and cast a shady look at Alya. "Let's get going."

Noelle blew another smoke ring, "Look, this is Karen from the school."

"Karen," Radica repeated, "How shocking, I'm Karen too."

"Oh cool," Alya said, sounding uninterested.

Radica swung her hand around Noelle's neck, " I hope don't mind, I'll have to steal your friend for about an hour."

"I'm pretty sure she has her own mind. "Boo," Noelle said reaching her hand out to Alya.

Alya eyes widened, 'A hug? That was fast' she thought as the hands wrapped around her .

"We'll talk at school tomorrow."

Alya could smell the strong liquor sent in Noelle's mouth, that explained the hug that came out of nowhere.

"Are you high right now?" Alya asked.

"No," Noelle answered curtly. "Probably," she said shortly before breaking the hug. Noelle turned to the other girl and shrugged, "Shall we?" She asked

"Finally," the girl said and started to walk away.

"And another word to the wise, she doesn't like you" Noelle whispered.

"It's pretty obvious," Alya whispered and Noelle left her.

Alya felt so angry that Jennette was so bad at giving directions. She nearly got lost looking for the Quarters of Xavier's gang, just then a text came in. She checked it and smiled when she read it, it was from Jizelle. It read, "Ignore me all you want but please come down for dinner, for your own sake." That was the first of the twenty-six texts she had ignored earlier. So it meant Jizelle ha no idea she was out, but she wasn't going home yet. As she walked around the town, she saw a club named Vodka and it seemed interesting, so she was gonna check it out.

.....

Meanwhile Radica was driving while Noelle was cleaning the guns at the back. The mission that night was simple; Xavier suspected that the person trying to frame him was either his two enemies, Queen Bee and Clan Ramor, and they had to capture the weakest member of Queen Bee gang in Boston. His name is Marco and he was a technician and he's only a fifth-level vampire. Noelle and Radica were seventh-level vampires and they had a lot of advantages over him. After they catch him they would carry him to the Quarters and Xavier will make him spit out all the beans. It was a petite mission, Radica thought and she could handle it on her own but Xavier insisted Noelle should come along. She was a very vicious lone wolf and Xavier knew that. Why would he torture her with such stuff? It wasn't like Noelle wasn't devilish, it was that she spends too much time with humans and has grown to have a soft heart (not actually true) but Noelle's slowly becoming less a psychopath and that was annoying.

"Remember our lost Marco," Radica asked stopping the sports car in front of an apartment. Noelle looked out the window, "I don't get it, Marco may not know anything. I mean even the most stupid criminal won't entrust their weakest member with such information."

"I don't know but the good part is, we can beat him up and make him tell us who knows it."

Noelle got out of the car and Radica followed. Radica placed her hands on her hips and said, "I'll pass through the windows at the back, you'll keep a lookout on the car."

"What?"

"I can handle this by myself."

Without another word Noelle walked past her and went into the building making sure to slide her gun under her shirt.

"Damn, I hate that bitch" Radica muttered.

The reached the first floor of the building in a few minutes and Noelle knocked.

"Why are you knocking? Let's break the door down," Radica said and scanned the halls. "We could do it, there are no security cameras," she continued. She took out her gun but Noelle held her hands before she could pull the trigger.

"Please don't wake the neighbors," she said.

Radica lowered her gun, that excuse was accepted. Noelle knocked again, they could here footsteps but the person was yet to open up.

"I'm getting impatient already," Radica said.

"Can you please stop talking, I'm trying to clear my mind." Noelle murmured.

"Seriously? You're gonna pick a fight with me now? Let's get this over with."

"Yeah let's just get this over with—" Noelle stopped short when a blonde opened the door.

"Hi," Noelle greeted, "I'm sorry to disturb you at such a late hour but we're searching for a friend."

"A friend," Radica asked. The blonde studied Radica as Noelle glared at her.

"How may I help," she asked reluctantly as she cleared her eyes.

"Do you know Marco?" Radica was first to ask.

The girl came outside and closed the door behind her, "No," she said.

Radica glanced at Noelle, they could tell she was lying, she was really high pitched.

"Are you sure," Noelle asked.

"Step aside Noelle, it's like our new friend doesn't understand the urgency of the matter." Radica said and lifted the tip of her blouse to show her a little peek of the gun that she tucked in her pants. The girl, about seventeen, eyes went on the gun and back in Radica's eyes. "You could choose how this could go, hard or very hard. For hell's sake, where is your boyfriend?" Radica yelled. The blonde looked at them fearfully and shook her head, " I swear I don't—"

"I'm getting tired of that lame sentence," Radica shouted and the girl walked backwards.

"Me three," Noelle murmured and walked forward to them, "I can handle her" she said.

"I swear I don't know," the girl cried loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Radica placed her fingers on her lips signaling her to shut up. The girl stared crying silently. Radica glared at her, "Get those tears off your face or else you won't have a face." The girl continued sobbing.

Radica smiled, 'what a kid? I haven't touched her but she's already started crying, imagine what she would do if I touched her' Radica thought to herself.

"I will continue from there," Noelle said and whispered to Radica whose fangs had started getting long. Radica licked them, they didn't only get long but also sharp. She was really thirsty, she glanced at the blonde for blood but not now. She nodded to Noelle and as she was about to leave she turned to her, "And if by any means I find out you even know another boy named Marco, I will slice you like pork."

As soon as Radica left, Noelle took out her gun and point it at her head. " Honey dear, don't mistake me for the good cop. I'm gonna count to five, meaning you have five seconds to find the name Marco anywhere in your stupid brain or you'll be visiting an undertaker very soon." The blonde eyes widened in fear.

As soon as Radica sat comfortably in the car seat she saw Noelle walking towards it.

"What happened," she asked, "You didn't believe her crap did you?"

"No, actually I spoke peacefully and she said Marco may be at Vodka."

"Peacefully? Yuck, you're barely a vampire right now."

"Just drive the car."

.....

Alya sat on a high stool, she had drunk seven bottles, yet she was still sober. It was something that usually happened yet she still couldn't understand. She just stared at the commotion, strippers and hookers and stuff. Her vision was a little blurry after seven bottles of vodka but she was fully aware of everything happening around her. Someone gave her a pill, she stared at the person palm and slowly placed the pill on her tongue. She didn't even know what drug she was taking, she just knew she shouldn't be taking it. A boy sat near her, she glared at him hoping he would leave. "I'm Tristan," he said.

"I'm hoping you'll leave in the next five seconds."

He smiled, "I haven't seen you around here."

Alya drained down another glass of intoxicating drink, "Okay," she said. "Where are you from," he asked.

"You really just don't get it when someone doesn't want you around, huh?"

"I'm not a quitter, especially on pretty girls.

"Eww," Alya said getting up from the stool.

.....

"Hold on," Noelle said, "Is that Alya walking out the door?"

"Alya, Alya, Alya!" Radica growled, "What about her now?"

"Geez, what's so wrong with me mentioning her," Noelle asked.

"It's irritating," Radica almost yelled.

Noelle shrugged and walked to Stefan's table. Marco was nowhere to be seen but Stefan was also a part of Queen Bee's team and he was likely to know a lot about any plan brewing in the guild.

Noelle was dressed in a sexy silver spaghetti strap v-neck dress, that showed off quite a lot of cleavage, stopping just before her knees. She had

her shiny black hair held in a bun but let a few strands down right near her ear. Lastly to top it up she wore a matching silver mask that only allowed her eyes to bewitch the onlookers. Radica had refused to be the waitress she would be the one to inject him in the bathroom.

Noelle carried the poisoned whiskey on a tray and tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and stared at her for a while. She had met Stefan a couple of times as their guilds clashed, but there was not a chance he would recognize her, especially with the way she had dressed up. He moved his gaze on the glass and took it smiling.

"I didn't ask for it," he said.

Noelle smiled and started to walk away, he held her hand and she turned back to him.

"Meet me later," he said in a little too flirty voice.

She caressed his cheek, "I will darling, I surely will," she said and went on. He gulped down the glass and realizing that something was wrong with it he rushed to the bathroom. Noelle smiled, she had done a perfect job.

Radica hit Stefan's head as soon as he rushed in the bathroom. The baseball bat hit his head hard but obviously as a well trained vampire, he was still standing. He turned to her and spotted the syringe with a green liquid in it. He wrestled her down and tried to take it from her hands but unfortunately she dropped it. But soon she had it back in her hands just before he hit her hand and it burst in the ground.

"Wow," Radica exclaimed, "You added up another level?" She asked.

Stefan wiped the blood from his lips, the poison was working and he was slowly losing strength. He had leveled up, he was now a seventh-level vampire and if Radica was still a seventh-level vampire, they were now finally equal.

"We meet again," he said and coughed. "Seriously babe? You had to poison me, why couldn't you let us fight fair?"

"Bad girls don't fight fair," she said and picked up the bat again. The music was loud outside, no one was gonna hear her hit him again. She waited for him to come closer and before he knew it there was another blow from the bat. The poison had fully consumed him and he fell as blood continued to drip from his mouth. Radica hit him three more times on his back before she injected him with the liquid and left him lying down. He tried to stand but quickly fell back on the tiles. Radica placed her foot on his hear and lift up the bat to hit him.

"Radica," Noelle called as she entered the bathroom, "What's up with the bat he's out cold."

"I know but it takes all the fun out of it if he feels no pain."

"Seriously," Noelle asked walking over to the body lying helplessly on the floor. She took of his shirt and wiped the blood off the tiles with it.

"Nice view," Radica commented and ran the bat over his chest, gently this time. Noelle shook her head at her, "What, he's never going to know anyway." Finally after Noelle was done cleaning up, she put him in a black sack and started to drag him outside. Radica stood in front of the mirror applying lipstick.

"Radica, get your ass over here and help me drag him out."

"Coming," she said, "There's this cut bartender eyeing me. I gotta look good for him." She ruffled her hair, "Man, I look so hot."

Noelle groaned loudly and Radica finally came to help her carry him through the back door.