Jaquline

Jaquline entered the night club and walked into the crowd. She danced softly to the music as she made her way to the center. Finally she stopped and began to dance. Her body moved in rythem with the techno music. Her blonde streaked hair bounced around and flung its self every were as she moved.

Dimitri & Adrian Volkov

Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing, "I miss you"
Snakes and ladders
Lift the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up, get going
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance, you fucker
Dance, you fucker
Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it where the love is given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror
At the face you don't recognize
Help me call the doctor
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's going to mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don't pay the ransom
But I'll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops

Dimitri, as well as his older brother Adrian, were sitting at the bar, as usual. They always came here on Sunday and ordered strong drinks to forget all the things they do each week.

Dimitri was staring at the wall, grinding his teeth. He was still thinking about how he should have just killed Jaiden then and there. He clenched his fist around the glass of whiskey when the next song played. Techno music. Pfft. He turned to the bartender. "I hate this music. Turn this shit off." He snarled.

Adrian glanced at his brother. "Don't make another scene, Dima..." He mumbled sarcastically.

Walking like giant cranes
Ah, with my x-ray eyes I strip you naked
In a tight little world, why are you on the list?
Stepford wives, who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers, investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers
City boys in first class
Don't know they're born little
Someone else is going to come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does, always pick it up
Get over, get up, get over
Turn the tape off

Jaquline

Jaquline smiled when she saw the two men drinking. Jaquline wasn't the brightest thing around but she knew she could get a drink with out a problem. She walked quietly up to the men, "Hello..." She said in a seductive voice "Could one of you buy me a drink or two?" She smiled.

Dimitri & Adrian Volkov

Dimitri looked back at Jaquline. He sneered, his cold, green eyes locked onto her. "Buy your own damn drink." He snarled.

Adrian once again looked at his brother before looking back at Jaquline. He wasn't easily seduced. "No." He stated simply, making it clear that her plan wasn't working.

Jaquline

"Hm I wish I could but Im only 18..." She sneered "I of course could pay you back... That is if you don't mind an 18 year old drinking..." She said this time she wasn't trying to seduce them. "If you won't I can go find some real men who can handle it" She said in a sharp voice.

Dimitri & Adrian Volkov

Adrian sighed, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. Before he could pay, Dimitri whipped out his pistol, jumped to his feet, and tried to slam Jaquline against the wall with the pistol to her chest. "It would be a shame for a girl to die before she reaches the age where she is able to buy her own drinks." The Russian man whispered in her ear.

"Dimitri!" Adrian shouted, standing up as well. " Ostanovite eto! Ne zdes'!" 'Stop this! Not here!'

Jaquline

Jaquline broke out into laughter as she was slammed against the wall. "Im not one bit afraid of you. If thats your goal that is..." She slid away from him and smiled "Simple questions require simple answers not guns. I totally under stand that you can't handle it, Dimitri, right?" She looked at Adrian "don't bother I can see your friend is a little sensitive I can go get some one else to..." She turned away.

Hunter

Remember Those walls I built?
Baby They're tumbling down.
Everywhere I look,
I feel as though I'm surrounded by your halo.

As Jaquline turned, another gun was there, pointed directly at her forehead. A sweet smile on the little blondes face she said in a sweet tone Hello there darling. Don't move, or I will shoot you. She wasn't playing. Dimitri was hers and Hunter was a very, very jealous person. Her blue eyes were fever bright, but her skin was pale and icy cold to the touch. Jaiden's drug was still working through her system, making her ache all over. Lately her eye sight had been fading, going black around the edges but she hadn't told Dimitri of this. She just wanted him to relax, to calm down. Was that so bad? Only Dimitri knew that she wouldn't shoot. Hunter hated guns, hated them more then anything but on her arms were two daggers, carefully placed to keep them hidden but they were quite handy at all time, and she wouldn't even hesitate to pull them out and slice Jaquline open.

Dimitri & Adrian

Dimitri smirked, keeping the pistol aimed at Jaquline. "I don't need you to fear me. I like my enemies to go down with a fight." He said icily.

Adrian stood up, finally making up his mind. "He's not my friend, bitch." He pulled out his pistol and he too aimed it at Jaquline. "He's my brother."

Dimitri was a bit surprised to see Hunter here. Well, not much, actually. They were attached to each other. Seeing that Adrian was handling the situation now, he put the gun back in his belt. "Hunter..." He mumbled. "How are you doing?" Hunter seemed so pale and so sick. It worried him. And unfortunately, they hadn't gotten anything out of Jaiden yet. He had half a mind to bring Hunter to Viktor, but, well, he'd be prying himself into everybody's lives and trying to make things better. That's what he did. He always fixed the puzzle. Dimitri hated that.

Jaquline

Jaquline smirked "Im not afraid and you know Im not being mean enough to shoot me. I call this over reacting and you know what Im leaving." She snarled at the men. She turned and walked away.

Hunter

Her eyes were dangerously cold and flat as they flickered up to Dimitri before she put the gun away. She walked to the bar on silent feet, and without even ordering reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. Pouring herself a drink, she put the bottle back then sat down and took a huge swig, trying to bring color to her near translucent cheeks. She looked beautiful, fragile, miserable, and sick. Today was a bad day, and it was evidenti n her every movement.

Dimitri

Dimitri was hurt to see Hunter wasting away like this. She looked like a ghost to him. What really tortured him was not knowing what to do to help. He walked to the bar as well, and, in traditional custom in his home country, paid for the woman's drink. And he paid for another one for himself. He had already had quite a few, but he could handle alcohol fairly well.

"I can't get Jaiden to tell me what he did to you." He mumbled in a voice that sounded as if he had just gotten punched in the face. "But I'm going to make sure you get better." It killed him not knowing what was killing Hunter.

Adrian stood a few feet away from the two. "Have Viktor take a look at her." He suggested.

Dimitri glanced at Hunter, as if to ask if that was an option right now.

Hunter

she gave a faint smile to Dimitri. I'm fine, Dimitri. Then Viktor spoke and she looked to Dimitri. She gave a casual shrug, then started to cough her body shaking so hard it looked as though it were going to fall apart. What can it hurt? She murmured softly.

Dimitri

Dimitri looked deeply worried. "You're not fine." He replied, barely over a mumble. "I've already lost too many people. I'm not going to lose you too." He was still vengeful about Angela's death. They'd pay for that. "I'm going to bring you to Viktor's house... He might know what to do."