Perditus est Amare

Mission: Part 1

Sabriel

I woke up with Gemma at my side. I smiled at her beautiful sleeping form, but then made myself get up. It was 7am. We needed to leave by 9. It was only two hours. This mission probably be an over-nighter. I had money to pay for all of us, but Vlad would probably pay for himself. Gemma could go either way. I had to quick run up to my room to get my armor and a change of clothes. I quietly opened the door, Gemma stirred in her sleep, "Sabriel.." she mumbled.

"Hey, you better be up, and half dressed when I come back. I have to go grab some stuff from my dorm," I told her.

"Come here, for a second?" She asked me, her voice still sleepy. I couldn't resist. I walked over to her, leaned over her, giving her a quick kiss before leaving.

I broke it off, she rolled over, "Thanks Sabriel," she said. She was probably going to fall back asleep. That would be fun, trying to wake up a sleeping girl.

Running up the steps, I entered my own room. Vlad was fully dressed. He had forearm and shin guards, both a dark gray, a breastplate the same color. A black three-quarters, hooded shirt, with black pants. A black belt with silver studs, which held the pouch containing his ninja stars. His daggers were strapped to his back in their sheaths. Twin daggers, they were very good at what they were made to do. He looked at me, as he put on his fingerless, black gloves, also studded, "Hey, did you sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I promise, we didn't do anything last night," I told him. I didn't want to break his trust. Ever.

"Good. Is she awake?"

I sighed, "No, I was going to wake her after I changed."

"We don't have time. Since I'm all ready, I'll go wake her."

I wasn't sure that was a good idea, but it was a necessity. We had to check out at 8:30, no later. It was already 7:30, and who knew how long the girl would take, "Go ahead," I said.

"I'll be back," he exited, leaving me alone.

I stripped off my shirt. Then pants. I grabbed a pair of my slightly thicker, but lighter fighting jeans. Don't ask how they are classified as fighting jeans, it's something in the fabric.

After I had pulled those on, I grabbed my boots, light and sturdy. I opened my drawer, swiftly taking out one of my white shirts, putting it on. Where was my armor? I know it wasn't at Gemma's. I looked under my bed, found it. I gave myself a mini heart attack with that move.

Grabbing my gauntlets, I smiled. They were a super solid metal, titanium, coated in silver. That was to make them look pretty, but I liked it. Next, my shin guards. Quickly placing them where they were supposed to be, I grabbed my silver breastplate last. It was a little heavy, but good armor. It covered from my shoulders to my waist. It took a little effort to put the armor on, but I managed.

Standing after I was dressed, I looked at the mirror. I looked pretty bad ass. I felt like something was missing. What could it be? Whatever, I looked like a boss. That's what mattered.

I grabbed the doorknob, just as Vladimir came back in, he was pissed off, "She won't wake up. You need to get that girl up, otherwise we're gonna be late."

His red eyes were burning. I nodded, heading down as quick as I could. Opening her door, I saw her. Sound asleep.

"Gemma," I said sternly as I walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge, "hey, you need to get up."

I stroked her face. Gently, trying to wake her by contact with her love. She took a deep breath, smiled when I touched her. Still not really waking up.