“You remembered my name?” Axle smirked, “The infamous Serena Vailean honors me.”
Serena glared, “On second thought, kicking your ass might just be the perfect thing to vent my mood right now!”
She started towards him and sighed as he smirked and turned to run, heading into the alleyway neighboring the clan’s building.
“Really, numb-nuts? That’s a dead end!” Serena scoffed and rushed after him, only to find the alley empty. “What the fuck?”
“Up here, buttercup!” Axle called from above her, where he was hanging upside-down from a fire escape rung that he’d locked his knees around, “You’re probably going to want to up your game if you want to vent that mood of yours!” He laughed and pulled himself up and over the edge of the ladder, and jumping to the rooftop.
Serena smirked, “All right, you spritely fuck! Time for some fun!” She jumped onto the fire escape and began to climb up to the roof.
Axle was sitting on the opposite corner of the roof by the time she arrived. Smirking at the sight of her, he lifted his left arm and pressed the watch around his wrist to his ear.
“I think my watch stopped…” He mock-pouted.
“Your pulse is next!” Serena took a step towards him.
As her foot landed, Axle did a back-handspring that returned him to his feet. Seeing that speed was a factor, Serena decided to cut the play short and simply use her vampire speed to cross the rooftop before he’d even had a chance to blink. Unfortunately, before she even had a chance to shift her focus into overdrive, he’d already taken advantage of a nearby antenna, which he vaulted over to clear the distance to the next rooftop.
Accepting the obvious challenge, Serena smirked and rushed across the rooftop in overdrive and using the superhuman speed to propel herself after him. Once her feet left the roof, the laws of physics took hold and the once time-frozen world came alive as she dropped out of overdrive to avoid watching the world—and her airborne leap—pass by at a snail’s pace. Slamming onto the other roof, her boots skidded with the excess momentum and she overshot Axle, who’d banked to the left to allow her to pass.
“Decent moves,” he offered, already standing on the roof’s ledge. “Though that ‘faster than a speeding bullet’ shit won’t do much good in a game where jumping reigns supreme.”
“Game?” Serena panted, the exertion from jumping in-and-out of overdrive so quickly already taking its toll on her vampire system. “Since when is me kicking your ass a game?”
“No no,” Axle wagged a finger at her. “You see, you kicking my ass is the prize you win. The game, however, is parkour.”
“Huh?”
Axle pouted, “You know, parkour? Free running?”
Serena tapped her toe, “So jumping reigns supreme in the game of free running? Tell me, you didn’t think this banter through all the way, did you?”
“Probably not,” Axle shrugged. “I was too busy planning out the part where my buddies snuck up behind you while I was delivering the banter.”
“What?” Serena threw up her aura in a defensive shield behind her as she spun to face off against…
A vacant rooftop?
“Oh you have got to be shitt—” Serena sighed, “You’re already gone, aren’t you?”
Turning, she confirmed her suspicions, spotting Axle already sprinting across the rooftop two buildings ahead. “You cheap little shit!”
She began to rush after him once more. Jumping across each building at the pace he did; neither gaining nor losing a pace on him as they entered a more urban area. As the rooftops became less and less flat and more littered with rises and ladders, however, the capacity for Axle’s notorious elusiveness became that much more evident. Every time that Serena thought she had a drop on the therion, he’d throw himself between a railing gap or flip from a ledge only to land in mid-sprint like a cat on a beam no wider than his arm. Though combined agility and speed threw off Serena, who found herself forced, again and again, to compensate for a missed opportunity at grabbing him by fumbling across a light post or catching herself on a balcony.
Finally settling into her own groove, Serena focused less on trying to capture Axle and more on simply keeping up. The hunt soon became a chase, which soon after that became a test of skill.
Serena no longer cared if she got to feel her knuckles against Axle’s jaw; she just wanted to prove that she wouldn’t be so easily eluded.
And Axe—judging from the excited swirl of his light-green aura—knew it!
If Serena made a move to gain height on him, Axle would find another path to end up right beside her; if she tried to take the low path to increase the obstacles, he’d not only meet her there, but expertly dodge and roll over everything in his path.
Winding up side-by-side in a full-sprint along a pair of scaffolding beams at a construction site, the two leapt into the air and freefell for eight stories before landing on the roof of a meat-packing facility. Serena stumbled, bowing her knees to cope with the force of the landing while Axle hit the roof in a tucked roll that carried him several meters ahead and allowed him to roll gracefully to his feet.
Panting, he turned to face her and offered a nod, “You’re good.” He smirked and shrugged, “But I’m still better.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she grinned back, trying—and failing—to not look as winded as she was. “Where’d you learn to move like that anyway?”
He frowned and, obviously confident that Serena was done chasing him, plopped himself Indian-style on the roof, “I grew up on the streets; a ward of The Council’s so-called care, which pretty much meant I got to come-and-go from whatever establishment they tried to plant me in. Let’s just say that when it comes to caring for abandoned youths, our people aren’t exactly on the ball.” He shrugged, “Anyway, when you’re always being chased down for this or that—either because somebody caught you stealing something or because they realized you’d jumped their gates a few weeks earlier—you learn how to run. And when the people you’re running from are people like you, you learn how to run faster.”
Serena frowned, feeling a familiar tug of pity at Axle’s story. “I suppose that’s true enough,” she sighed and, deciding there was no point in pretending she still planned to chase him, followed his example and sat down; her left knee pulled up to her chest. “Most of the therions I know focus more on strength than speed, though.” Serena sighed and looked over at him, “Have you always been on your own?”
“You suddenly interested in me for more than just the warrants on my head?” He grinned.
Serena frowned, “Would you rather I just shot you?”
“You have a gun?” Axle raised an eyebrow, “Where the hell would you keep it?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know. So you gonna answer my question or not?”
Axle frowned and shrugged, “I was a part of a pack at one point, but we were attacked by hunters. Only me and my friend got away, and when we were found wandering the streets by a warrior we got thrown into our first orphanage.”
“Not much to say for grammar lessons, I see,” Serena chuckled.
Axle stared.
“Nevermind,” Serena frowned, noticing his aura darken under the weight of his memories and she found herself wanting to help him more than she was driven to arrest him. Shaking her head, she pulled herself to her feet and towards him—holding up her hands as a peace offering when he noticeably pulled back—and took a place next to him. “Look, there’s two ways we can do this…” She began.
“Oh? What are we doing?” He gave her a sidelong glance.
“Definitely not what you’re thinking,” she sighed.
“And what would you know about what I’m thinking, fang-head?” Axle scoffed.
“Because”—she held up a fist and let her pointer finger rise—“one: I might be a blonde, but I know that anything with a dick between its thighs is thinking the same thing—and since your kind are notorious for being mostly dick, I’d say that counts furth
er for you—and two:”—she let her middle finger spring up to join the first—“I might be a ‘fang-head’, but I’m also part auric and I can read your thoughts with greater clarity than an Ernest Hemingway novel.”
Axle’s face reddened and he nodded, “O-okay. Fair enough… so what are my two options?”
“You can either allow me arrest you NOW—willingly surrender to the Vail Clan so that I can use that to our mutual advantage--or you can explain to me what your entire gig is aiming at and, if I see a point behind it, work with you to make things right.”
“My gig”? Axle frowned.
Serena nodded, “Yea. Like, why you’re running around my town stealing money of all things. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’re a real asshole in your own right, but you just don’t seem the selfish type who steals for no reason.”
“I see,” he frowned and looked down. “If I let myself get arrested, there’s a chance that you won’t be able to help me, right; that The Council would just take me away?”
Serena nodded, “That’s what makes it a risk, sport.”
Axle nodded slowly, “If—and this is a major if, mind you—I’m willing to show you what I’ve been doing, can you trust me long enough to show you?” He looked over, determination set in his face.
Serena frowned. She wanted to trust Axle, though she couldn’t fully come to grips with why. He didn’t seem like the enemy that the files she’d read had made him out to be, and she wanted to find out more about him before she made the decision to view him as a danger.
“Okay,” she sighed and nodded. “Fine. You have my trust. Now what are you going to do with it?”
Axle grinned and stepped over as she heard the sound of cloth ripping and gasped, seeing that he had ripped his shirt.
“What the hell are you doing?” She glared, “This was not what I agreed to.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing that that’s not what I’m doing,” he shook his head and started to tie the torn cloth around her eyes and she frowned, moving to pull the blindfold off. However, her wrist was caught by a strong grip and she felt warm breath near her ear.
“This stays on until we get to where we’re headed.”
Serena frowned, “How do I know you’re not just gonna lead me over the edge of the roof?”
“That’s where the trust part comes from,” Axle’s voice chimed. Then, as an added quip, “Sport.”
Serena frowned and nodded as she was suddenly lifted in the therion’s strong grip and she gasped as her cheek met with the expanse of his chest. He was stronger than she’d thought, and, as he started running with her in his arms to wherever it was he was going, she found herself feeling far more comfortable than she was comfortable admitting.
6
I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Serena sighed as Axle finally let her down and she bit her lip, hoping the blindfold would come off soon. Their trip had landed her in what must’ve been the convertible she’d been “introduced” to the other night. As Axle’s mystery trip took her further and further, she began to worry that Zoey might send a search team after her. She was sure that she’d been gone longer than the others would have expected, and if Zoey couldn’t pick up on her auric signal she might assume the worst.
“We’re here,” Axle finally announced as he pulled off the blindfold.
Serena blinked at the sudden flood of light and frowned at the sight. The building he’d taken her to was old and abandoned and off in the deep, dark seclusion of who-knew.
“Oh good,” she rolled her eyes, “you’re going to show me where you hide the bodies!”
“I’ll have you know that this is what passes as a decent mythos orphanage,” Axle shot as he climbed out of the car and waited for her to follow. “Come on. The children will be excited to meet a newcomer anyway.”
“An orphanage?” Serena looked at the building again, “It’s… uh, kind of a dump.”
Axle glared back at her, “Yea. Almost like it could use some money to pay for the cost of supplies to fix it up, huh?”
Serena bit her lip with realization and followed after him. “Why haven’t I heard anything about this? Wouldn’t The Council have something to do with this?”
“Because The Council’s investment in childcare is limited to what they’ve approved of, and they’re rather disapproving of rogues who try to dodge them. The kids here were all unfortunate enough to be born to parents who worked very hard to not exist on The Council’s radar. According to your higher-ups, none of these kids exist.” Axle growled and shook his head, “And, if they don’t exist, then they don’t need the little luxuries like decent shelter with running water and power, food and legal sources of blood for the vampires, and medical supplies. Which means that those luxuries come from those willing to do what needs to be done,” he looked over, “like stealing and running from those who would get in the way.”
“I…” Serena stared up at the building, unable to even begin to think of a response. All the crimes she’d seen on the files, robbing mythos blood supplies and medical facilities; cases of kidnapping and turf warfare. All of it—every single crime he’d been charged for—suddenly made sense. “This entire time…” Serena shook her head in disbelief, “Y-you’ve been taking care of them this whole time…”
Axle nodded, “I couldn’t be sure if you’d understand, so I needed to keep this location secret before I could show you where I’ve been bringing everything we’ve stolen.”
With that, he pushed open the door.
“AXLE!” Serena gasped as a small boy, a sang with a bright blue aura that danced excitedly around him, rushed forward and jumped into Axle’s arms. “I knew you’d come back soon,” he boasted.
Serena frowned, noticing that the boy only had a single fang.
“Oh come on, Fang, you know I can’t stay away from you kids for long,” Axle smiled. “Where’s Sierra?”
“Miss Sierra was reading us a story, but I heard your car and I snuck out!” Fang grinned and turned to face Serena.
Serena blinked for a moment as he squirmed free of Axle’s arms and ran over to her, squealing in excitement.
“H-hi,” she smiled, looking down at him, I’m—”
“I know! You’re S’rena!” He grinned, “I heard stories about you from my mom and dad!”
“Your parents?” Serena blinked and hoisted the boy up, allowing him to cradle against her shoulder and looking over at Axle.
“Fang’s sort of a unique situation,” Axle explained. “His parents were properly filed with The Council, but they weren’t credited or insured to any clan. They wanted to lead a safe, quiet life, but…” He trailed off, offering no other explanation than a shrug.
Serena nodded, “Always a gap in the system.” Biting her lip, she looked back at Fang, “I’m so sorry about your parents, hun.”
“Yeah, they got killeded by hunters. Mom and Dad weren’t strong like you, S’rena. They told me bedtime stories about you; told me that you were a strong warrior and that you came back to Vail to save us! And now you’ve come to help Miss Sierra!” His smile widened as he bounced in Serena’s arms.
“Oh wow… I-I had no idea there were stories about me,” Serena blushed and then looked down at Fang. “But I only came back to Vail a few months ago. When did your parents…?”
“Not long ago…” Fang whimpered and looked down sadly, “Axle saved me and killed the hunters!” He looked back at the blushing therion, “He’s real strong too, S’rena!”
Serena looked up at Axle and smiled as she gave Fang a tight hug before setting him down and starting to look around the orphanage.
The place was an undeniable shit-sty!
There had to be something she could do to help.
Though she knew it would take some sizable paper-pushing and tweaks to how she filed cases with The Council, she was certain that Zoey would know how to work the system in their favor so the children and any who were working to help them could be brought into the Vail Clan. I
t would certainly ruffle a few feathers initially—getting that many unregistered mythos kids suddenly filed into the Vail system would earn more than its fair share of dirty looks—but they deserved another chance and even if The Council didn’t approve right away.
And even then, they owed Serena big time for dealing with her scheming brother, who would’ve turned their entire organization inside-out if he’d had his way.
She had them by the balls, and she’d use that grip as leverage to prove to them that the children were worth it.
After all, she’d never been against busting the balls of authorities; why should the most influential authorities of all be any exception?
“Axle? Why are you here again so early?” A timid feminine voice called out and Serena looked up to see an equally timid sang woman with long black hair and bright green eyes step out; the numerous eyes of many, many children peering out from behind her.
“Sierra,” Axle smiled, starting towards her, “This is Serena.”
“I know who it is,” Sierra frowned, “The question is why you brought her here? Her knowing of us could get us all into trouble with The Council!”
Serena frowned as she continued to look around the orphanage, understanding why Axle would want to steal to help protect them.
“I already know that he’s been stealing to help you and the kids,” Serena nodded, stepping forward.
“Yeah! He’s our Robin Hood!” Fang grinned.
Serena smiled, “He is, Fang,” she looked at Sierra and offered a reassuring nod, “And I’d like to help him. I’d like to help all of you.” She looked around, noticing several different types of mythos, and smiled. The Vail Clan would definitely be livelier, and it was exactly that liveliness that Serena looked forward to. Seeing Sierra’s aura shift but still retain its skeptic rigidity, she went on, “I’m not to say anything about your personal Robin Hood or this place.” Serena smiled. “I believe that what you are doing is right,” she shrugged and smirked, “and I don’t report things that are right to The Council. They’re politicians; they only care about that sort of stuff when it makes them look good.” She winked.
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