"You know this is a bad idea, right?" Verochelle said to her sister for the hundredth time that evening. She couldn't believe she had let her talk her into this.
Zavagne rolled eyes at her sister, she could be so frustrating at times. "You used to love doing this, what happened to you Chella, are you getting old sis?" she said smirking at her already pissed off twin sister.
"Not old sis, just a little more responsible than I was the last time we did this," Chella said as she was picking the lock on the door of the mansion her sister had convinced her to break into, "and Nicholas is going to kill us when he finds out."
"Old, responsible, same thing to me." Zavagne said seriously losing patience with her sister. "And in case you haven't noticed, it's just me and you here, how would Nicholas ever find out?"
Verochelle used to be the one to lead these little expeditions of theirs when they were younger. Of course, back then they used to do this out of necessity, to make a buck and keep from starving. That was before they met Nicholas, their saviour. Ironically, this is exactly how they met him; breaking into his house, or rather his mansion. Instead of turning them in, he practically adopted them, put them through school, and even gave them jobs.
"OK, we're in," Chella said, a moment before she went to disable the alarm system next to the door. "And I still think this is a bad idea."
She was really disappointed that a house this amazing had such standard security measures in place. More of a challenge was expected. She could have disarmed it with her eyes closed. A house this beautiful deserved much better protection than this. An amateur could get in here with no trouble at all.
"Wow, this place is incredible Chelle," Zavagne said, ignoring her sister's words.
"I have a bad feeling about this Zan; this is way too easy. Are you sure that's all there is to their security?" Chella asked, feeling uneasy about their little adventure.
"It's crazy right? It's like taking candy from a baby," Zavagne responded, barely able to contain her excitement.
The house was stunning. It had a huge hallway with a breath-taking glass chandelier to welcome you into the house. The colours were warm and rather masculine. The furniture appeared to be hand crafted from solid wood. The place had an otherworldly feel to it. It was the perfect balance between antique and contemporary. Had it been smaller, it could have passed for a bachelor's haven, but its sheer size made it perfect for a large family.
Zavagne knew for a fact that this was not a family home. She did some research on the place before she decided they would come here tonight. The place belonged to some eclectic billionaire guy who was hardly ever in the country. It was full of priceless relics and beautiful paintings. The owner obviously spent his time collecting wherever he went. There were historic bits and pieces from all over the world, and from the looks of things they were all authentic.
Chella still couldn't shake this eerie feeling the house gave her, but the more she saw of the house, the more her uncertainty faltered. The house seemed to draw her in. It almost felt like she belonged there, which was silly because she spent most of her life in an apartment not even a tenth the size of this place. This house was nothing like what she was use to, nor anything like what she would have imagined for herself. But the beauty drew her in. The art was stunning, not unlike what she had in her own private collection, just her taste.
"Okay, so maybe this wasn't as bad an idea as thought," Chella conceded, "you say this place is deserted?"
"Well, sort of, the owner hasn't been here in some years now, just the cleaning staff that comes twice a week."
Chella shook her head in disbelief, if this were her house she would never leave. 'It's perfect,' she thought to herself.
"Well," Chella said, flashing her sister her most devious grin, "shall we liberate this fool of some of these beautiful pieces?" She walked in with new resolve. 'He doesn't deserve all of this, if he did, he would have done a better job at protecting it,' she decided.
Zavagne gave her own devious grin, now this was the Verochelle she knew and loved. She walked in behind her sister already picking out what she would be adding to her collection.
Aleksander Novak was pissed off at being summoned by 'the great' Nicholas Ferris. He considered refusing to see him, and just heading straight home from the airport, but his curiosity won out in the end. Nicholas had contacted him personally as soon as he landed, requesting a meeting with him before he settled in from his trip. He had said it was something that affected everyone of their kind in their territory. Aleks figured it had to be something big for him to even bother to call him, since he pretty much kept to himself.
Aleks was notorious for being the most arrogant and short tempered vampire around, very few had the grit to call upon him, let along request to meet with him.
He uncoiled six foot three inches of his powerful stature from a black jeep and made his way into Nicholas' night club; 'Cloned.'
He didn't bother giving the two huge bouncers a second glance, nor did he pay any attention to the ones he was receiving from the patrons of the popular establishment. He knew he would command a lot of interest from most of the women in the club. Perhaps he might find himself some entertainment before he left. But before he did that he would find out what the elder vampire had to say to him.
Aleks made his way up the flight of stairs leading to the VIP section of the club, where he sensed someone who could only be Nicholas. He had never met the other vampire, but the power he emanated was easy to track. Aleks found it interesting that Nicholas would be projecting so much of his power, it was obviously meant to intimidate him. The thought made him smile.
He locked eyes with his host on the other side of the club. He sat in a dark booth with a view of most of the club and yet to see him you would need to be standing directly in front of him, unless of cause you were like him. He was huge with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He also wore a grin that peeved at Aleks a bit.
