The Rogue and The Brotherhood

Chapter 3

This was crazy... Letting them ride was putting her classification in jeopardy. What the hell was she thinking, letting them tag along!? In the back of her mind, though, she knew she was gonna need help.... might as well let them tag along.

She went to the club, where it all started. Baby's breath impregnated the place, and she huffed. She really wanted so bad to just rip them to shreds, but this was about finesse. She sighed as she shed off her leather jacket, and demounted her bike. She rolled her neck, cracking her knuckles and put her sword on the pocket of her bike. When she saw the gang, she walked up to the car and went to where Henry was. "lemme handle this first... Anything you find, document it as evidence... Any problems, i believe you'll have no problems handling it"

When he idled the engine even the smell of gasoline couldn't cover that god aweful sweet smell. Waiting had never been Henry's strong suit, a fact made clear by the lack of gold in his eyes. Leaving them a dark green hue. "Fine. I'm here if you need me. I'm not just a good looking guy." With a deep rummble of laughter the male turned his attention to the people around the club. Barely dressed females. Drunk males. The stank of human emotion and sex in the air. His kind of night. With a wrinkle of his nose the vampire felt his fangs elongate. Had he lost track of his feeding already? Or prehaps it was his need to find a delicate bed mate for the night. Or rip apart flesh with his bare fangs.

She growled a moment. "Don't call me a princess" She sighed. She wanted so badly to hack up the wretched smell. Sex in the air was heavier than the booze-induced humans that paraded their bodies as if they were much to look at. Especially the near-bald fatties of both genders. They sweated bacon grease and she wanted to puke.

She settled into her blank state of mind. She had to look human. Easy enough. She waltsed herself into the party, and was gone. Henry rose a brow as he lowered his tinted window and watched the show play out in front of him. Saint was a hoot, and he was sure as hell going to call her princess from now on. As her tight, toned butt swayed into the club the male found himself frowning as he thought that the entertainment was done for the night.

After twenty-seven minutes, she came out, pretending to be drunk. She knew drunks denied that they were drunk, observed for awhile to make it as real as possible. Humans bought it, after about four guys trying to fight her and they ask ended up laying on their backs like all the tramps that did it willingly. Come on... You know you want to

Right behind her came four paleskins. They were armed and ready, and that was perfect. She looked to the guys now watch me work she smirked.

"You shouldn't be driving..."

She turned her head and have a mischievous smile and her eyes flashed. With that, their whole demeaner changed. "Its her!"

"get her"

They drew their swords and growled. She smiled as she turned and made a run toward her bike. One guy ran after her, raising his sword to claim her life when she turned suddenly. With a forced grunt, she punched his face down, jumping up and driving a dagger into his neck. As he disintegrated, she turned her attention towards the three. They all ran, jumping into the air with their swords raised. When they came down, they expected her to be in threes, but when they saw, they were shocked. She was under their swords, in a split, her still sheathed sword above her head and smiled as they tried to apply pressure. She laughed as she pushed against them unsheathing her sword at the same time, cutting down the one on her right. She laughed as she stared. "alright. That was a good warm up... Who's next?"

One ran at her, sword ready for an attack. She blocked a right slash and a left slash, knowing he was using speed and force. Problem was.. He was predictable. She felt his sword cut her arm, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She watched for the next time he was open, and took it. She was directly in front of him, sword inside his gut and she sliced up as he disintegrated, and pointed to the last one. She sheathed it and grabbed onto his throat before he could blink. "now... I have some questions I'd like answered... Play your cards right, you may live.... Don't.... Lets just say you'll be walking limbo without a head... Comprendé?" A knock sounded on the passenger window, Henry raised the semi-automatic hidden under his seat and took aim. Isa's brandy colored eyes widened in shock while her delicate features twisted into a face of horror. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked after a hiss left his lips and the weapon was lowered back into its hiding place. The door opened followed by the female's strong alluring scent then finally Isabella settled into the leather seat. "I had grown worried, so I decided to check up on you."

"Are you my mother now babe?"

"Surely your mother would not risk her sanity in coming after you. Verily she is aware that her blood was raised and trained as all members of the brotherhood are."

"Isa. That was just a saying. You didn't have to answer."

"What are you doing here tonight Henry? Surely you do not indeed to converse with humans." Even with a mixture of distain, The Scribe looked breath-taking as the dim lights caressed her latte skin and glittered off the earrings she had worn tonight. "I dig the outfit babe. You look good enough to eat."

"Honestly Henry. Your choice of words is not right for public ears." The female of worth fanned her face with an attempt to hide her blush, but the male only grinned before turning his gaze back toward the door of the club. Thank the Chosen that Saint had come out, but not alone. four of those paleskin freaks slithered behind her like the snakes that they were and Henry felt a light touch on his hand. Looking down he saw that he had gripped the steering wheel so tight that the thing looked about the snap in half. "I have to help her. I need to kill something."

"It seems that this female has everything under control."


Isa wrinkled her nose multiple times after she materialized herself close to Henry's location. At first she wondered if she had gotten her travel wrong, but there was no mistaking his car, a vehicle he calls his baby on a number of occasions. Her friend was upset, for a reason he still would not tell her. No doubt he thought her delicate and sharing information about his missions with The Brotherhood would be far too gruesome.

The female who held his attention was a different story all together. She was beautiful, no one could doubt that, but there was nothing delicate about her. Her stride was sure as were her movements when a fight had been activated. The female vampire was as fluid as silk through water. A substance that was graceful but difficult to capture. "Is that female the newest member of The Brotherhood?" Isa asked Henry, but the male had already left the warm space of his car and leaned against the frame of the door. "I'd listen to her, boys. 'Cause obviously she is a bad ass." He laughed then. Loud and unrestrained, a true laughter for him. Isa beamed. Her friend was actually enjoying himself. A first since in the times she had started visiting him. A start in the right direction.