Young Blood (PART ONE OF THREE)

Aggressive Negotiations

11. Aggressive Negotiations

“Song, hold me back, hold me back before I rip off his head,” Vaan took a step forward and his shoulders tensed. Song grabbed his shoulder and sighed.

Neither of the two were very happy to see the head of the Agency standing on their school grounds, acting like it was a casual meeting. And the fact that he was so impatient really ticked them off. He was on their ground, for goddess sake, he could learn to be a little more respectful.

No, that was a lie.

Samuel was born a loser. He was born an evil, maniacal loser. And he could never learn to be anything but that. And Vaan and Song both knew it.

They had settled with the idea of killing him in order to win. They knew it was necessary, and that it was the only way to stop him and the Agency. And they had come to terms with it all a long time ago.

But now he was standing right there, just a few feet away, and Vaan really was so unbelievably tempted to slit Samuel’s throat that his hands flinched with the urge to do it. To just reach in to his pocket, grab his knife, and just slit the immortals throat.

But he knew it would be harder than that. Samuel wasn’t a normal immortal. Cutting of his head wouldn’t do any good, unfortunately. But isn’t it a good thing to at least, you know, try?

Vaan wondered.

“What did you want?” Song spoke first, before Vaan could be so blunt and ask him how he would die.

Samuel smirked at the two boys. “I came to have a little chat. And to remind you that your little break is almost up.” Song frowned. “I thought the break was for you?” He asked.

“Well, yes. It’s a mutual little holiday,” Samuel nodded. “But I think we’re benefitting from it more then you.” He flashed his white teeth and his eyes gleamed.

Vaan surged forward, but Song’s grip on him was too tight. “No,” He whispered in to the vampire boy’s ear.

Vaan relaxed. “What did you want to chat about?”

“Oh, nothing in particular. I just wanted to see how you were all doing.”

This time Song stepped forward. “Stop feeding us a bunch of crap. What. Do. You. Want?”

Samuel’s grin grew wider and he folded his arms across his chest. The Agents on either side of him stood there, laughing at what seemed a private joke. “I can see why she tried to defend you,” Samuel said, almost to himself. “You’re both so stubborn, so straight to the point.”

Vaan raised an eyebrow and asked, “Who defended us…?”

Samuel laughed even harder. “Exactly my point! The girl was right, all you ever do is ask questions! Why can’t you just talk for once, kid? Why can’t you just listen?”

Vaan stepped backwards. He remembered Blake always getting on to him for asking a lot of questions. But…could she be the girl Samuel was talking about? “Is it wrong to be curious?” Song answered for him.

Samuel turned his gaze to the shape-shifter. “Not at all. But it can get,” He turned back to Vaan and glared at him, “Rather annoying.”

There was silence for a few minutes and then Vaan looked down at his feet. “Leave,” He demanded of the head Agent.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me!” Vaan started to shout. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near this school again. You can’t step foot on these grounds until the day I die!” He pushed Song’s arm away from him and he stood right in front of Samuel, chest to chest, and said, “Go to hell, and stay there.”

Samuel laughed, completely amused, and he turned around to walk back to the black limo he had arrived in. And as he walked, he slid his hands in to his coat pockets and said, just loud enough for Vaan to hear, “She’s alive, just in case you wanted to know.”

But Vaan didn’t believe him, not for one second.