SGTSlayer
Sci-fi Nerd
Marquis Pharmaceuticals, Victoria's private office.
March 25th
March 25th
"Are you absolutely insane!?" Adrian yelled.
Victoria rose an eyebrow at him, "your point?"
"Victoria, you can't just pick and chose willing...humans," Adrian spat harshly, "and other idiots to start some sort of...what was it, a good-natured revolution?"
Victoria closed her eyes and sighed deeply, in her usual dramatic fashion. She gazed up at her brother, who was pacing back and forth like a lunatic in front of her desk. "Pause, pluck your panties out of your ass crack, and back up."
Adrian scoffed and shook his head. He absolutely despised his twin's inability to remain serious when she needed to be.
"They have declared war on vampires," Victoria's tone shifted, unusually deliberate and sincere. "They have forced servitude on everyone, starting in the Slums. This is not a revolution, this is me protecting my city."
"Oh, your city?" Adrian laughed humourlessly. "Could you be anymore conceited?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"I can try, but you already seem a little on edge so..." the woman shrugged with a satisfied smirk when her twin simply growled in response.
After a long minute of tense silence, Adrian walked up to her desk and appeared much calmer than he was a moment ago. "Just tell me what you're hoping to achieve by doing this."
Okay, maybe we're getting somewhere. Victoria leaned forward on her desk, both of her hand clasped together. "If people see that humans and vampires can work together, even those dirty Hunters, then we can take the city back. We'll have greater numbers." This is how war is usually won, overwhelming the enemy, though that was just the first part of the plan. No war is won with sheer numbers alone. She knew that, Adrian knew that.
"And you think everyone will just be happy to play along?" Adrian asked, skeptical that bourgeoisie vampires would even lift a finger to help, much less care about humans being enslaved to some mysterious military organization.
"If they're scared enough they will." Just last week the CEO of Omega Technologies, and his whole family, were murdered. His building brought down and his penthouse raided. Some speculated it was the work of the Hunters, but Victoria knew better. Hunters didn't have the firepower to do that kind of damage.
With a sigh, Adrian sat down in one of the empty chairs facing his sister's desk. "What do you need me for?" Was uttered in a completely defeated tone.
Victoria smirked, though she grew suspicious of his loyalty. She had never seen Adrian agree to help her without attempting to strangle her at least twice. "Now you're talking."
Marquis Pharmaceutical, conference room.
March 30th
March 30th
Victoria entered the room and walked up to the front of the large, oval table where a few others were already seated alongside her assistant. The vampire wore a crisp jet black suit with a deep red blouse that was buttoned down to reveal a slender neck. Her blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun, as was usually the case. Glass pannels made up the entire back wall of the room and overlooked the city. Neon lights flashed in an array of different colors enough to give anyone a headache if they stared too long. The rest of the room was sparsely decorated, apart from the table and chairs, there was nothing else in there.
Victoria cleared her throat dramatically to get everyone's attention. Their warry yet hopeful eyes that peered at her would mean something if they didn't know as well as she did that they were sheep getting thrown to the wolves. "Here's the dealio: S.O.L has been riding this city hard, but in trying to piss off every single vampire they also, very stupidly, made enemies out of everyone. Now, all you fine humans, halflings, and other undesirables have expressed your displeasure of having these assholes move into our city and act like it's theirs. They've forced weapons in the hands of children, and I may be a cold bitch, but that's just fucked up," the woman admitted with a chuckle.
"So," Victoria moved slowly around the table, both of her hands comfortably hiding in the pockets of her freshly pressed dress pants. Deep green eyes jumped from face to face, wondering which one of them was going to crack first. "Time is of the essence, we have a military organization to dismantle and piss on and all that jazz," she said with a nonchalant dismissive wave of her hand. "Tell me what you can do for me and what you can bring to this team. The survival of everyone doesn't just rest on us, it rests on every single person living in Zedhan. We have to show them that this cause is worth fighting for and that we can take S.O.L down, because let's face it, we ain't doing it on our own. So, no pressure," she added in a tone that was sarcastic yet sweet.