Last of the Legacy: Helena's Story [1]

Helena
I shouldn't be here. I was surrounded by people that would kill me if they found out who I was, but I didn't plan on giving them that chance. It had been two years since I had lost everything. And when you have nothing else to lose, you begin to take risks.
In those two years I had become stronger though. Nothing could hurt me now, physically or emotionally. That had been in part due to the training that I had recently received, but that's a different story. The bottom line was, I was part of an exclusive organization dedicated solely to the purpose of taking the outcasts down, and that was just fine with me. Let them try anything now, I was ready. I would live up to my father's name, no matter what. After all, I was the last of the legacy. I had to go out with a bang.
"You're still coming back to my place, right honey?" a man asked, his hand resting on my thigh.
He was my target for the night. It was rumored that the outcasts had been dropping by this bar lately looking for new recruits, so it was my job to look into it to see if they had any information on the whereabouts of an outcast base. Any lead would be good at this point though. I had managed to get into the quiet back room of the bar, where supposedly the more important outcasts hung out. Their lackeys were in the main bar, chatting it up with hopeful recruits. Most of the people that I'd investigated had been easy enough when it came to cracking into their minds, but these were stronger vampires, even though it wouldn't seem like it from a glance. The man whose lap I was sitting on was clearly drunk, greasy, and one of the most displeasing people I have ever had the bad fortune to come across, complete with a beer belly and all. He was also a pervert. Why did I always get the perverts?
Kai was flirting with a more attractive suspect in a dark corner, batting her eyelashes while discretely getting the information she needed. By the time she was through, he would never know that he had been the one being played. They never did. We were the dream team, Kai and I. Together we had taken down over one hundred single outcast recruiters, but never found anyone who knew where the real base was at, the root and home of the outcasts. With a little luck, that would change tonight.
"Don't worry, I'll be stopping by your place tonight, I promise," I cooed in a girly voice, but then put on a frown, pouting. "I don't know anything about you though."
"All in good time, sweetie," he drawled, taking another swig of his beer. "Besides, a pretty girl like you might not want to know that much about me."
"Oh," I exclaimed, "Does that mean you're a bad boy? You haven't been doing anything dangerous lately, now have you?"
"As a matter of fact..." he started proudly.
This was it, I was finally getting somewhere. You could always trust men to be proud of the stupid things they've done.
"Not here, Steve," a voice cut him off, and I could see that the vampire Kai had been talking with was looking in our direction now. "Not in front of them."
"What, these girls? I'm in the mood to tell a few stories, and even if they did know about us they're harmless," the man who was apparently called Steve said, and then turned back to me. "You wouldn't tell anyone our secrets, would you honey?"
He had slipped his greasy hand onto my chest and was looking at me with drunken lust in his eyes. Every person has a breaking point, and this was mine. The feeling of his hands on me was revolting. I sprung off of his lap trying not to gag, twisting him arm cruelly around.
"Never touch me again, dirt bag," I growled.
"Wha...?" Steve drawled, shocked that his luck was taking such a dramatic turn.
"She's a spy, dammit!" the other outcast said, sharper than his ally. He turned to Kai then, and narrowed his eyes angrily. "They both are."
"Helena," Kai called nervously, glancing at me as the man stood up and started making his way towards me.
I was already in the process of shutting their minds down though. Just as the man was about to reach me, his hand extending to make a grab, he fell to the floor, unconscious. The greasy drunk Steve was unconscious as well, not even having moved from his seat. He probably didn't even know that he had been threatened.
"Child's play," I laughed, nudging the man on the floor with my feet lightly.
"I really wish you wouldn't have done that. It would have been nice to get at least some information out of them before you knock them out," Kai said sternly, but there was a small smile on her face.
"I don't like being touched. I have my standards, you know," I replied.
"What, that hot piece of ass wasnt good enough for you?" Kai joked.
I glanced back at the fat drunk that had been so hopeful about me. One hand was still clutching a chicken wing, and drool was bubbling out of his mouth. I started laughing, and soon Kai and I were both hysterical.
"Well this is professional," I said, gasping for air.
"I know, Leon would love to see how we operate," Kai agreed, chuckling. "Just get what we need already so we can leave. It smells horrible in here."
I nodded, and started to scan the unconscious outcasts' minds. It's a lot easier to break into a vampire's mind when they are asleep or unconscious, but it's against the organization's code to knock out mere suspect unless there is a direct threat. Our organization likes to keep a low profile, and leaving unconscious bodies all over the realm isn't exactly discreet. It was better just to scan their minds without them even knowing it, even if it was more complicated.
Their minds were a blur. It really was a shame they had been so drunk. Their memories were a jumbled mass or thoughts and memories, but even sober people were like this. I was on the lookout for anything that might lead us to the outcasts, but the only thing I saw was the faces of past victims and, in the mind of Steve, the "Last Hope Cafe." I took note of this, because it wasn't a landmark that I was familiar with. Maybe if we were able to find the cafe, we would be able to get a new lead on the outcasts. It was a minor lead, but it was something, at least.
"Nothing much," I told Kai, and her face fell. "Just some random caf that we might have to check out later."
"What's it called?" Kai asked.
"The Last Hope cafe. Heard of it?"
"Nope."
I sighed then, staring down at the two outcasts.
"I think we've done enough damage for one night," I said. "Want to call it a night?"
"Sounds like a plan," Kai replied. "Should we report back to Leon tonight, or hold off on it for now?"
"Mph...later," I mumbled, depressed.
Leon had been the one that got me this job, offering it to me on the day of my father's funeral. It was an organization founded by my father, Dracula, and it had been fighting against the outcasts for centuries now. We specialized in undercover operations, taking down outcasts quickly and quietly. I had worked my way up the ranks, a top agent now. Everyone had expected a lot from me from the beginning, but even some of the most experienced agents had to admit that they were surprised that a half vampire like me could do some of the things I did. Just last week, for example, I had captured an outcast that had been on the run for over fifty years. I had eyes for only one outcast though. He's the one I'd been working towards this whole time. He was my little obsession.
Kai had joined up too. She didn't want to be left behind, and insisted on helping me on my quest to bring my father's murderer to justice. She had been a strong support system, and even though she wasn't as good as me when it came to hand to hand combat, she could always beat me out when it came to weapons. She had a knack for the crossbow in particular. She had been a little shaky at first, but now she was one of the most valuable weapons master in the organization.
Kai and I slipped out the door and went into the main bar, appearing cool and collected. No one would know there had been a fight in there until long after we had left. As I passed by a lone, menacing figure sitting on one of the bar stools, I gave him a curt nod and left out the front door.
As soon as we exited the bar Kai's phone started to ring. She pulled it out of her pocket, her diamond ring sparkling in the street lights. Vince had proposed to her about a month ago, but there wasn't a set wedding date yet. Vince wasn't playing with a band anymore, not now that half of their musicians had left. Once Vince had found about Tarok's betrayal and Elden's disappearance he had been doing all he could to get the word out about Elden, making sure everyone had an eye out for the both of them. The other band member, Abe, had sworn not to play again until Elden had returned. Cursed was a thing of the past now, much to the rock world's dismay.
"Hello...?" Kai answered into the phone "Oh, hey Vince...No, I haven't been shot."
I tuned out Kai's conversation, leaning up against the brick wall. The man I had nodded to in the bar was walking towards us now, and I smiled up at him as he reached us.
"Hey Surge," I greeted him.
Surge was part of the team that I had been assigned to. He was also one of the top agents in the organization, and for good reason. He and I were matched when it came to combat, but his marksmanship was a lot better than mine. He was the quiet and brooding type though, and always seemed like he was carrying a chip the size of Rhode Island on his shoulder. His most unusual feature had to be his hair. It was silver. Most people would think that calling hair silver is just another word for grey, but his hair was definitely not grey. It was the color of moonlight. His long straight hair fell over his eyes, accentuating their emerald color.
Surge was definitely not the type of person that was...approachable though. His eyes were always narrowed in a distrusting manner. He had a glare that could stop even the most courageous in their tracks. No one knew much about him or his past, but all the agency needed to know was that he had deadly aim with an AK47 and he was in. Over the months though, I had reached a point that I was considered somewhat trustworthy in his book, and once you were good in his book then you couldn't have a better ally. I pretty much trusted him with my life.
"Find anything useful?" Surge asked with his thick English accent, cutting straight to the point.
"Well, just the name of a cafe. The Last Hope cafe...ever heard of it?"
"No," Surge sighed, "Is that all?"
"Yeah...I sort of snapped before we could get anything else," I admitted sheepishly.
"What happened?" Surge asked.
"Helena didn't like the chicken wing hottie hitting on her," Kai cut in, laughing, and then went back to her conversation with Vince.
"Well, he shouldn't have touched me," I shrugged.
"What?" Surge said lowly. "He touched you? I would have killed him for you...you should have just told me."
"Thanks for the thought, but it's taken care of," I replied, smiling at his anger.
"Well, next time then," Surge said, leaning up against the wall beside me.
"I'm going to go meet Vince," Kai informed us, clicking shut her phone. "Are you two okay if I leave?"
"Sure, go have fun," I said, waving Kai away. "No coming in tomorrow with a hangover though, Leon is going to be stressed enough as it is."
Kai saluted me with a somber look on her face before she teleported away, excitement dancing in her eyes. She hadn't been able to see much of Vince for the past week with all the work that had been piled up on us, so she deserved a break.
"Are you sure you don't want to go back in there? We might be able to rustle up a few more leads together," Surge suggested, all business as usual.
"No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "They didn't know anything important; I made sure of that myself."
Surge nodded, letting out his breath slowly so that I could see the vapor floating in the cold air.
"I could give Leon the update and write up the report if you'd rather not. Better to just get it over with," Surge said.
"Well..." I started, not wanting Surge having to do the dirty work.
"Look, it's Christmas Eve. Go out. Have fun and all that shit. I'll take care of the paperwork," Surge pressed, turning to face me. "It was the Last Hope cafe you saw, right?"
I nodded, deciding that there was no point in arguing now anyway.
"Then that's all I need to know," Surge said, and then turned to leave.
"Hey," I called out, causing him to turn around. "Surge...thanks."
One side of his lips moved upwards the smallest bit. This was as close to a smile as anyone was able to get him. The next second, he was gone, off to the agency. I turned to walk in the opposite direction he had gone.
The chilly December air whipped through my hair, making me alert in the cold night. Snow was on the ground, but it was more of an ugly city-slush brown color than the pure white freshly fallen snow was. It was hard to believe it was Christmas Eve. Funny how these things could sneak up on you when you were a vampire. Time was different in this world.
Christmas didn't spark any special excitement in me though, not this year, because the one thing that I wanted was still hopelessly out of my grasp. It was around this time of the year, around the holidays, that I missed Elden the most. I was able to block thoughts of him out most of the time, but other times I just felt so...alone. He had left without an explanation, without warning, leaving no trace or sign that he cared. Even when I tried contacting him through my mind, there was no response, no sign that he was even alive. Over the past two years I had convinced myself that I hated him for leaving like that, but it was just another lie. I would never let it show, but...it hurt so much.
Elden was one of the main reasons I had been working so hard all this time, training and fighting to try to piece together what had happened that night. I needed closure. Even his dead body showing up would be better than the pain of not knowing.
I clutched the chain that hung around my neck, Elden's ring still close to my heart. I hadn't taken it off, even after all this time. I couldn't.
Pulling my coat closer to me, I trudged down the sidewalk, barely noticing the feeble old lady until she was calling out to me.
"Helena," I heard her cracked voice yell, causing me to stop for a moment.
"How do you know my name?" I asked, not even turning to look at her. "I don't like people rummaging through my mind, I'm warning you."
"I know a lot of things," the lady said, and I could hear the glee in her voice even though I couldn't actually see her.
"Crazy hobos," I muttered to myself, continuing on my way.
"I know what you're searching for," the lady called again.
"Oh really? Well thanks, but I'm very satisfied with my current drug dealer, so I'll pass on the crack," I called back sarcastically, not wishing to be harassed any longer.
"You're looking for him, aren't you?" the lady called.
"You're looking for the one called Elden Bellamont."
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What did you say?"
"Don't play coy, girl," the lady scoffed. "I know you're looking for Elden, and I can help you find him."

*throws snowball at lady's head* stupid hobo druggies
Gah! What did you say? SPEAK, BITCH!

Yeah, Helena's back, with a vengeance. I think this is the beginning of something good...or at least something mildly interesting. Once again thank you to all of the people who made banners so fast, you guys rock. And I know other people made me banners, and if you didn't see them up in this part, they'll be in the next part for sure. Sorry, it's just my photobucket account has bandwith limits and all that good stuff...basically too many pics and they shut down my account temporarily. But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you. And to all the readers: Thanks for sticking with me. Anyone who can put up with me for this long should have a statue.


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