Paulette looked at the pistol, impressed. Weapons were hard enough to get since the Immortalis banned humans from having weapons. Weapons which fired silver, which were developed for the uprising, were hard to come by simply because there weren't many made. They were therefore extremely hard and dangerous to get underground. When the girl told her to "suit up," Paulette breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she had passed. Despite her extreme fear, Paulette really did want to help to fight the Immortalis and she had no idea how she was going to do it if she didn't join the Resistance. When Sophie put her gun back, Paulette looked at Sophie with worry. If Sophie wanted to fight, she needed to be healthy. She didn't look healthy. Paulette had just zipped up her boots when her nose and then her ears picked up something very bad. Paulette grabbed Sophie, now completely panicked and said, "We have to go...NOW!"
Damion had made it to Paris and was deciding where to go have some fun. He was driving around Montmartre when he smelled something vaguely familiar. He had an extremely well-honed sense of smell. He laughed and pulled into an alley and up to a dingy cafe. When he walked into the cafe, the few customers fell silent. He smiled slowly, looking around at the low-class humans huddled together in this hovel of a cafe. The owner attempted to call out the code word of warning to the people in the back. However, he was abruptly cut off as Damion crushed his neck. Still holding the owner by his neck, Damion looked at the customers in the front part of the cafe and said quietly, smiling, "Run." He threw the corpse in their direction. The customers ran.
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Sophia watched as Paulette put on her boots, and got dressed completely again. She was about to hand back the knife, and even had her hand on the hilt of it when the woman grabbed her arm lightly, startling her a bit. However, Sophia knew that she wasn't being attacked right now, but that it was an urgent thing. Slowly, she let go of the knife, and looked at her in wonder. Why in the world was she so hyped up right now? What was going on? Then, she heard screaming out front, and something heavy hit something. "Shit." Sophia muttered to herself. Why did it have to happen right now? Out of all the days, it had to be the one where everyone was there? Come on! Give them a break every once and a while. "No, you need to go, I need to warn the others." She shook her grip out of the girls hand, and went to the side of the room nearest the wall, and took out two bricks. She pressed a single button, and nothing seemed to happen, but it alerted everyone below that they needed to get the hell out of there, and fast, taking different directions. Sophia then went to the door, and locked it - although, if she was right about the kind of power that just walked into the store, a simple lock wasn't going to stop them from getting where they wanted to go. "You need to leave out the back enterance, while I lock up the gateway downstairs. I don't care if you're trying to be the hero Paulette. You seem like a wonderful person, so it'd be better if one of us got out of here without being tagged." Sophia ran over to the left wall, and took out another brick, pressing in a code, and ID marker, before shoving the brick back in place. She then kicked off her fancy heels, and shoved them into her purse, taking out a pair of old, black high tops, and slipping them on.
"Let's go." Sophia raced to the back door, and held it open for Paulette to exit before her. If they got far enough, they wouldn't have to run. Actually, it'd be nice if they didn't do a lot of running, considering it would have them stick out more. And that's not exactly what they wanted to happen right now. Sophia heard a few screams from the other side of the cafe, knowing it was other savillions that were scared out of their minds. She caught eyes with a few people who ran out of the ally, a yard or two away; both vampire, and human. Good, the group made it out safe. Now it was their turn to do so as well.
Paulette was completely panicked. She followed Sophie outside. She said, "We'll never get away. You should run. No, don't. He likes that. He'll catch us either way. Actually, run, I'll distract him." She looked at the group comprised of vampires and humans. They were foolish to have her screening meeting so close to their own meeting in the first place. If she'd been an Immortalis spy, she would have spotted them easily. In fact, this could have all been a ploy to smoke them out! It wasn't, but still, it could have been!
Fortunately for the others, it was Damion they were dealing with. Any other member of the Immortalis would have attempted to kill and capture as many of the fleeing humans and vampires as possible. Unfortunately for Paulette and Sophie, Damion was focused on Paulette. Damion opened the back door casually, as if it wasn't locked. He stepped in and said, "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He laughed, picking up Paulette's hat, glasses, and scarf. He smelled them and laughed again. He stepped outside, grabbing Sophie firmly by her upper arm. He smiled at Paulette and said, "Hello, Paulette. Even I didn't think you'd overcome your intellectual cowardice and crawl out of your hidey-hole so soon." He looked her up and down, smiling, and said, "I like it."
Paulette felt like she was going to pass out. The Resistance would never trust her now that Damion had made it known that he knew her. Well, assuming he let them go, of course, which was always a toss up with Damion. Damion tossed her things to her, but, in her panic, she didn't move in any way to catch them.
Sophia cursed to herself, wondering what the hell she was going to do, and also, wondering how the hell he knew where they were hiding one of their meeting places. Alright, so it was a stupid place to have the meeting, along with the screening test, but this wasn't their only hideout. Typically, they had it under the church, or in Sophia's work place, in the unknown basement. Of course, not everyone was in this meeting place. They all split up in the three places, held a huge screen, and talked over that. The group though, wanted more of the members here, just in case she was a spy, and felt like killing Sophia. They were all a huge family, in a weird, dorky way.
When she felt cold fingers wrap around her upper arm, she froze, knowing that it was not the time to freak out on Paulette. Besides - it seemed like Paulette wasn't unfamiliar with this guy. Infact, he did look very, very familiar. Then, it hit her. His name was Damion. He was very high up on the vampire chain. How the hell did she happen to get connections with this guy? Alright, connections wasn't the right word, but you understand the point she was trying to make. What did he want with Paulette, or more importantly, what did she do to piss him off that much?
When he was talking, distracted with attacking the woman verbally, Sophia slowly moved her free arm to slowly reach up her shirt, trying to silently grab the gun, and shoot him. Once in the side, and then right in the heart. It will wound him enough for them to get away, and go into hidding at her appartment for a few hours. They can go across the bridge and river boat, so he can't find their scent so easily. All she had to do was get the gun out, and get him by surprise, and despite him having a firm grip on her arm, he seemed very intent on Paulette to not give a rats ass about Sophia. Which was exactly what she needed.
Damion suddenly reached unceremoniously under Sophie's shirt and grabbed the gun. He said, "Tsk-tsk, child. I was going to let you keep this beauty, but since you decided to use it against me.." He pulled it out and held it against Sophie's head, saying, "These can kill humans, too." Paulette threw her hands forward in panic and said, "No!" in a panicked voice. Damion suddenly went from serious-killer mode to casual mode, saying, "I wasn't actually going to kill her." He tossed the gun back like a child tosses away a toy with which he has grown bored.
Damion smiled down at Sophie, saying, "You need to eat more. You can't fight vampires on a constantly empty stomach." Paulette was considering denying everything and making up a lie for her presence. Unfortunately, the silver gun gave it all away. Damion had likely stumbled upon them accidentally; Julian didn't trust Damion enough with these kinds of missions. Therefore, Paulette could have fabricated something...although Damion would likely have seen through it, but he may not have guessed the truth. However, that d---ed silver gun gave it all away. Damion said, "So, judging by that gun, those fleeing humans and vampires, and your sudden reappearance, and knowing how you feel about all of this, I'm going to say that I just flushed out a Resistance meeting." Damion brought one hand to his chin, looking up, saying, "I'd brag about this, but Julian would probably be mad at me for allowing everyone to flee." He looked back down at Paulette and Sophie and shrugged, saying, "Oh well."
Paulette said, "Damion, what do you want?" She knew it was best to be frightened, which she was, and to play along. Damion may have his fun with them and let them go relatively unharmed. Maybe. Damion smiled and pulled out his cell phone, saying, "Right now, I want to call your daddy and tell him that I caught his darling daughter doing naughty things with humans." Paulette stepped forward, saying, "No, don't!" Damion stepped backward, pulling Sophie back with him, tightening his grip on her arm.
Was it possible for someone to have a heart attack for only a few seconds? Because she was pretty sure that she just had one while the muzzle of the gun was against her head. When it landed with a thunk behind them, she prayed someone would come back and at least get the gun. It took her half of her savings, and one very messy night to get that thing, and if it was waisted, she might as well kill everyone in the Resistance right now, to save some time for everyone. When Damion made a comment about her being so thin, she pressed her lips together. Just because her rib cage was visible, didn't mean that she wasn't strong. Every day Sophia lifted weights, and took classes from a few of her vampire friends, knowing tactics and other ways to work with, so it could all work out for her in the end. Sophia wasn't so simple minded, and he shouldn't take her that way.
The grip on her arm started to hurt more than she liked, and it started to ruin her blood flow, forcing her lower arm, and hand to slowly fall asleep. Sophia wriggled her fingers a bit to try and get most of the feeling back. "The gun is mine," she began, very irritated at this whole situation, to say the least. "Paulette never laid a finger on it. I needed money, so we were willing to work out a trade service. She brought a bit to show me what she could offer. As you know," Sophia added, adding venom into her voice, "it's hard to come across a livable wage now adays. I brought it as protection; she's a vampire after all." This Damion was really getting on her nerves. She knew he liked to play with bait before actually doing something substacial, which made it harder to work with, since it wa slike playing Russan Roullett - game of chance. Any time could be the bullet, you just had to stay long enough to find out. "Just because a few vampires and humans huried away, doesn't mean anything. You're a high vampire. Last I checked, you didn't have too many friends in a crappy cafe." Her eyes met Paulette's for a moment, before looking up at Damion, eyes intense, and blazing. It was actually a pretty good lie, if she did say so herself.
Damion chuckled and suddenly let go of Sophie's arm. He grabbed her from behind and said somewhat softly in her ear, "Ooo, a clever little human. That might have worked if I were a few centuries younger. Besides..." he glanced up at Paulette, "...she already gave you away." He turned Sophie around to face him, saying, "She's a terrible liar." He ran his finger down her cheek, saying, "You're cute." He then pushed Sophie towards Paulette. Paulette caught Sophie, her heart racing about a 100 miles an hour. Damion said, "I've been really bored since the uprising." He picked up the gun and tossed it casually in the air and caught it. "Entertain me." He approached the two women and held the gun out to Sophie. He was looking at Paulette, however. He said, "Or I'll tell daddy you're in Paris." He pulled out a second cell phone and handed it to Paulette. He said, "Answer it when I call or I'll come looking for you and I won't be alone." Paulette nodded and took the phone with a shaking hand. Damion kissed them both on the cheek and disappeared.
Sophia grabbed for the gun, holding it tightly in her hand, releaved to be holding it again. To her, it was a security blanket, and without it, she felt like anything horrible could happen, even the things that she couldn't imagen. When he made another snarky comment about Paulette's father. It seemed like she had daddy issues, although, it was like everyone did, now adays.
When Damion dissapeared, she turned to Paulette, her eyes screaming a thousand questions all at once. "Maybe, you should come back to my appartment for a little while. I need to get in contact with a few people who didn't have a chance to get the whole meeting through, you need to be officially joined into it, and, well, you have a lot of explaining to do." She arched an eye brow, waiting for her to deny, however, Sophia wasn't going to take no for an answer. Carefully, she put the gun back under her shirt in the holster, before slipping the knife out of her pocket, and handing it to Paulette. "You need this more than I do." A small, shakey, but sure smile spread across her face as she waved her hand, ushering Paulette to follow her back to her home. She had too many questions, and getting all the answers for them shouldn't be discussed in the middle of an ally way that just got attacked.
Paulette was shaking visibly. She put the cell phone in her jeans pocket. When Sophie turned to her and told her to follow her back to her apartment, Paulette's eyes were confused and relieved. After all of that, Sophie was still willing to let her in?! She took her knife, which seemed really puny after all that had happened, and tucked it back into her boot. Making a disgusted face, she picked up the scarf, hat, and sunglasses that Damion had tossed onto the ground. First, she was disgusted at Damion's scent that lingered on them. Second, well, they'd been on the ground in an alley...gross! However, it seemed that Damion was going to keep her secret for now, so she put her disguise back on. If any other vampire in the Immortalis spotted her, then they'd be in real trouble. Looking at Sophie's sure smile made Paulette ashamed of herself. Paulette smiled back shakily and followed Sophie.
Paulette was a vampire, and, despite her youth, she was still stronger than Sophie, and yet Sophie had kept a much cooler head than Paulette this entire time. Sophie had even dared to attempt to attack Damion, while Paulette had stood frozen to one spot, barely able to speak. Well, in her defense, she'd seen first hand what the older vampires were capable of and she knew more about Damion than Sophie. Still...Paulette couldn't justify herself completely. The fact of the matter is that Paulette had been pathetic while Sophie had been amazing.
It didn't take very long to get to the appartment. Infact, it was only a few blocks away, and had a lovely view of the historic beauties in Paris, though one of them wasn't the Eiffel Tower. The appartment it's self looked nice - vines growing up the side of the light tan painted brick walls, windows, and a lovely porch on the top floor of it all. It was well put together, but looked very lonesome, and appeared to not hold many people, if any at all. However, Sophia called this home, and she loved it to bits. She entered, nodded her head politly to the clerk working at the desk, looking bored while he scrolled on a page on his computer. Sophia then entered the elevator, giving time for Paulette to get in before she punched the top floor, 9. It groaned, and heaved it's way up, quicker than you'd think an old clunker elevator would. It's doors opened, and opened up into a tiny hallway, only having one door for you to enter. She went over, and unlocked the three dead bolts, and the one on the actual door knob. "Make yourself comfortable." She said lightly, letting the door open into a lovely loft appartment. There was a small kitchen to the left, and a livingroom on the right. Above and in the middle of it all, was a bedroom a few feet above eye level, which was ramped with a black, indoor iron wrought fence, showing a nice sized bed, dresser, mirrior and makeup station, and a small room, which apeared to be the only bathroom in the house. Under the bedroom was a workout station, filled with a boxin back, free weights, and a weight station that worked all core muscles. In the middle of the station and the livingroom, nestled in the corner, were three average desktop computers, and other technologies.
Sophia went straight to a small safe, that was tucked under a cabinet, on the counter, sitting up against the silver fridge. Sophia opened it, and placed the gun, along with the holster inside, along with some few hundred bills she had stashed in her purse. "Do you wany anything to drink, or something? I think I have some Jack Daniels already in the fridge, if you want it." She sugested, trying to be friendly. Sophia crossed the room and sat down at the computers, the monitors already on. She started clicking away until an attractive man in his young thirties popped up on the screen. "I already have all of the intel, Soph. I'm just glad you're safe." She smiled. "I can surely say Paulette is as true as they come, Shay. You won't be dissapointed. Do you know who crashed our little party?" "Yes, no need to fill me in now, I need to contact the others to schedual another meeting, in a better hide out place." They disconnected then, and Sophia swivled around in her chair. "Sit on the couch, I'll be right back." With that, the brown haired woman got up, and went to the kitchen, and got out the Jack Whiskey, pouring two short, stubby glasses, and put a few ice cubes in them. Sophie sat down in a love seat across from Paulette after handing her one of the drinks. She took a nice, long sip, before looking at her square in the eye. "Okay, start talking."