Deus Ex Machina (Dead Plate Fanfic)

Illicit Lover

7th January 1964, 5:07pm.

Meetings like these are common. They took place approximately once every month, when some of Bianca's people would allow themselves in after the bistro had stopped working for the day. Seeking the money Vincent owed her, the money he offered in return for her 'protection'. It had less to do with protection his establishment from local street gangs and more to do with what would happen to the restaurant he dedicated his entire life to if he didn't pay up.

Back when he first met Bianca a few years ago, the agreement was a thorn in Vincent's side. But he had agreed, not wanting to oppose whatever forces dwell within the night. That was not his problem to deal with. And, besides, she proved to be quite useful. Keeping her around proved to be a very smart move.

"You came earlier than I expected. It's not often you grace us with your presence. Usually you send your goons for the money."

Vincent flicks off the waste from his cigarette into the ashtray on the desk of his office, dark eyes glowering up at the figure standing before him.

"Maybe I just missed you."

Bianca only shows a charming smile in turn, shamelessly propping herself up on the timber of the table without a care in the world. She lets out a snort, her short hair disheveled as black tresses fall just below the lobes of her ears.

"Also gotta let you know how it all went down. The guy you asked for is dealt with. No one will ever find where he is."

Vincent curtly nods his head at the words, eyebrows raising with interest. He had been waiting to hear some kind of update on the situation for the past two weeks, but all he had received in turn was radio silence.

"What did you do with it? You know.. the body."

There is something intimidating about Bianca even when she's simply sitting there, clad in her eccentic clothes and leather jacket, her lips painted with a pitch black pigment. The glitter of her dark purple eyeshadow sparkles just barely within the dim lighting of the room, contrasting beautifully with the rest of the bold eye makeup.

"We've struck a good deal with a construction company." Bianca says with a shrug of her broad shoulders, brushing back her raven locks with a confident grin. "Bodies we want to get rid of get thrown in the foundation of the buildings they're creating. Nobody will ever find them."

For once in his life, Vincent is actually impressed by the feat of somebody else. He finds himself nodding along as the information invades his mind, his lips pursing as wide eyes turn to look up at the woman before him.

"That is actually genius."

"Of course it is, sugar. I didn't get to where I am today by being a stupid bitch." Bianca only chuckles at the half-hearted glare Vincent shoots her way, rolling her eyes. "And don't worry. He wasn't alive when we threw him in there. Got to have some humanity left."

That is a comical statement coming from someone like Bianca, who had long since thrown away a big portion of her morality and humanity to be doing this kind of activities as a profession.

Briefly, Vincent wonders what kind of life she must have had to end up like this, a part of the underworld. He has been tempted to ask many times in the past, but he figures that she won't be exactly happy with the idea of sharing her past with him, so he always refrained.

Bianca hops to her feet once more, brushing down the leather of her jacket so it sits comfortably upon her muscular arms. She turns her head and looks back at Vincent, a knowing look dwelling within the color of her eye.