8 The First Encounter

Everyone except Christian seemed to scramble after a few seconds, making their way for the emergency exit nearby. However, loud shouts could heard and they were slowly pushed back into the room.

Five stocky men slowly strolled in, each one holding a rather clean shotgun. Each one was in different attire, however their color scheme was the same. Red and black, to hide what was to come next.

"Yous all thought ya could get away from the Don now, didn't yous?"

One of the man said through the oddly thick accent. Another however noticed Christian and began to make his way over. He was already sizing the black vested male up. He seemed weak enough and even then knew that a point blank blast from his street sweeper would end him.

"Hey, are you stricken dumb you deaf bitch? Get over there!"

The mortal yelled at Chris, his gloved hand reaching to yank him from the stool.

Christian knew what was to come... and he was tired of being pushed around. He felt the touch and spun around, his dagger already out.

"SCHWING!"

A crimson color painted Christians face as the man fell lifeless, his head rolling to a nearby cohort. The male would look down and back up to a slowly approaching, blood covered Christian.

He was shocked, his friends head was right next to his feet, a clean cut as well. All that putz had was a knife, how did he do it?

"Get back you demon bitch!"

He roared as he pointed his barrel at Christian and unloaded a shell.

'A point blank blast at the guy, that'll kill him. No one can survive th-'

The male thoughts were cut short, a massive cavity clean through his chest appearing. He touched it slowly before looking to a blood spatter male, the gold eyes burning into his dying memory before it all went black.

Christian watched the second male drop, holding his own chest a bit. It looked as if it did hurt, but the mortal deserved a gruesome pain before he died nontheless. He looked to the other three, seeing them pale faced and in total shock.

"Mmm.... shall we continue?"

Christian asked, his golden galaxies seeming to flood with power.

He never waited for their answer.

In mere seconds, their blood painted the dark wood walls a new color, slowly dripping to the concrete below. His hands shook, yet there was a dark smile on his face. It felt good to put those lackey's in their place.

It took him just a couple minutes to regain his composure. Yet the damage was done. He looked to the cowering mortals, their minds forever scarred by the massacre from Death himself.

"Get out...."

He muttered as he point to the back exit, seeing them flee as fast as possible. After the last person left, he heard slow claps echoing into the room.

"My my, a one man army taking down my men... You trying to make me fall for you?."

The voice said before she walked past one of the eviscerated bodies.

Her hair was as crimson as the blood pooling around her feet, the leather she wore around her filled out frame only matching it. Her eyes were unmistakable, and the black trench coat on her shoulders only brought them out more.

Christian only smiled, the blood fading off of his body to be the once clean clothes he wore before this. His eyes still glowed however, trained on the Deadly Vixen.

"Well Kat, you sure have changed the last time I saw you."

He watched her tense up slightly, a spark of shock jolting through her system. Yet it quickly changed, trying to hide it behind a devilish smile.

"Now, no one has called me that in forever. How do you know that?"

"Well, you should know...Matron of Éire.."

Christian kept a slight smile, slowly walking forth as he saw her stiffen once again. The dots finally connected in her once mortal mind.

"It's you... the Black Wolf... How did you find me?"

She said, growling as he fist began to ball up. The temperature seemed to rise slightly, a nearby drink turning to vapour.

"Unlike my brothers, I can feel when the Timeline redirects from it's original path. Only a beings like us can cause such a detrimental move. Since we were all together, I could only connect it to one being.."

Christian began to explain, stopping as he heard the drink sizzle away to nothing. He knew he couldn't get closer without it becoming a massive light show for his brothers to converge on. So he waited.

"You have been very hard to track, so I will give you props to that. However, even I feel that what you have done has gone too far."

"So what are you gonna do, kill me?"

She asked as she took a stance before him, no doubt a stance once belonging to her kind. He waved his hand dismissively, sitting down on a nearby stool.

"Unless you actually try to attack me, I will not do the same to you. However, if my brothers were to find you... then I will have to take you second chance away."

She was somewhat dumbfounded now. Second Chance? Brothers? More importantly, why was there no emotions in his body. There was no lust, desires.. nothing she could manipulate to her will.

Christian continued.

"It seems as if there is much to talk about. Maybe we should clear this place and find somewhere more private and to your liking."

He said as he got up, and rolled his shoulders. She sighed and held her head, thinking of ways to get rid of this odd being, then something clicked. Pheonix stood up and gave her devilish smile once again.

"Fine... We are going to The Pheonix Compound in Queen's."