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Satine took a few of the gun parts that Bugsy asked for and wrapped the cool metal in her even colder hand. The tall blonde’s suggestion of tossing the hard to come by parts was hardly an option to her. Figuring what was in her hands was what he was asking for she made her way over to him. Her fingers released the parts down on the working surface in front of him and made her way back to the the bags used to store and carry. Each were slowly emptying of their inventory parts and being replaced with complete firearms ready to go back out on the streets. While he did what he was known for she did her part and gathered up supplies that were needed. She leaned back at the shop counter behind her and quietly watched him do his thing.

Neither the killer or the necromancer let the hours of darkness go by without being purposeful. Bugsy was juggling his men, his orders that came in twice as fast as his product going out. Satine ran the club and dealt with keeping the place running. Keeping her temper under control was nearly consuming the rest of her free time. While she watched his hands work she realized perhaps the guy was doing what he was for most of his young life just like he said. She wouldn’t know where to put half the small parts he was working with for traps let alone the guns he was tossing her direction to catch.

As another lethal weapon glided towards her and was effectively caught she took a moment to take in the handgun stock that he informed her was surprisingly great quality. The truth was that it took her half the night in the slums dodging the hands of the down and out while picking the parts up. It was not her first idea of fun but it was the fastest way to get them and not having to pay for them. Chester and Juice made sure the trips went smooth. The ax propped over her shoulder did seem to deter some of the jacked up junkies from messing with her. Not to say there wasn’t the occasional idiots that took it as an invitation to play. Those select few found themselves missing parts.

Satine preferred the element of surprise over anything else and she used it whenever she possibly could. A chick in a pencil skirt and high heels with an ax in her hand was a visual break from the typical needle and arm scenario going on in the dark corners. It was one of those things that gave reason to pause and think twice. Of course she would tuck the weapon away when the cops came around which became more often than she cared for. It meant returning home with more bullets than she carried goin in.

The slums. It was that drug and crime filled section of town was one spot it came down to shoot first and ask questions later. It wasn’t just the gangsters. It was also with those sworn to uphold the law and protect the city’s citizens. If it were up to her it would be sectioned off and declared a hassle free hunting zone. If it breathed it was insignificant as far as she was concerned. It was a warm source for her to have a better tomorrow and nothing more.

Silver orbs went towards the one exception to that rule. Juice Box Jones making his way from the elevator. She felt the tingle in her gums set her appetite on fire. The tip of her tongue traced her top lip slowly hoping to cool the rest of her down. Currently business was at hand and she was pretty sure Bugsy wouldn’t be in the mood to be delayed. She did her thing and felt a slight relief from the otherwise constant craving that lingered within. It was hardly as fulfilling as sinking her fangs in that sweet spot Juice Box had throbbing below his jaw.

The bodies in the room started moving and she took her cue to move with the rest. She stepped around the tall warm suit and winked as she reached for the black canvas bag that needed a lift to the elevator. The predictable second glance of the male's eyes was met with the lift of the left corner of her lips. Juice knew what was going to happen later and he could sit and sweat it out until the business portion of the evening was out of the way. As the doors closed to deliver the guys downstairs she looked around for the gun. Finally she found the weapon asked for and stepped to the elevator just as the doors opened once again revealing the lift to be empty.

“This better not be an all night thing.” Satine’s voice announced as the hiss of the doors closed her off from the top floor of the club.

Fifteen minutes later while the car came to a stop the necro looked out the dark tinted windows to what she could see that Bugsy and Juice couldn’t. It was easy to figure out a drug deal was going bad in dark shadows just to the left. It was going to be getting really messy inside what was known to be the crack den. A solid brick exterior of a building was what most saw. Satine saw more than walls. She saw right through them.The glow of body heat visible for whatever reason to Satine revealed that a third body was on its way to settle the score. She stepped out of the car once the blood thief driver pulled the door open for her to exit the vehicle.

“Fine.” That was all Satine had the time to say as Andrew Krepsi took off in the direction towards the clubhouse.

Silver orbs drifted back to the crack den and followed the movements of those bodies within. Chester rose from the back seat of the car with the help of her hand. Once it was resting over her shoulder like it was routinely carried she left the blood thief standing with a fading series of clicks as her sharp heels pressed lightly into the asphalt beneath them.

“Boss Lady…” The sound of a car door closing did little to distract her from her current route towards the building. “You are supposed to be waiting here with me. Boss...dammit!”

The falling of large shoes to the pavement drown out the clicks she was leaving behind. A knowing smile formed over her lips as she felt the warmth of his body come up quickly behind hers. The guy was invaluable and his loyalty knew no boundaries. It would keep him alive despite the deadly company he as currently keeping. The glowing of the bodies that had her attention became one mass of red and orange as a gunshot shattered the night air. Juice’s large hand went to protectively reach for her but was left empty as she bolted inside and around the first of many corners to reach the party that was starting without her.

The blood was hot as the tempers in the forsaken room that the young necromancer entered. The silver sparkle bouncing across the ceiling and down the walls was courtesy of the razor sharp blade that was topping the handle of the ax in her hand. Satine was all sorts of visual contradictions as she stepped into the room where the bloody tango of three bodies and weapons was taking place. At first the occupants did not take notice of her in favor of sending another bullet into the body that was on it’s way down against the far wall. The sounds of a single heavy heel turning quickly and the scent of sudden fear littered the air with the warning signs that she was now being invited to join in the party.

A blur of black was a small streak in the air when all eyes shot towards Juice Box who finally managed to get his oversized body through the dilapidated doorway. The sight of weapons drawn and aiming at him was enough to have him quickly deciding between two options. He hated this ****. The boss man was great at getting him into these predicaments but even more so was his lady who seemed to all but disappear from view. Where the hell she could have gone was more surprising than the barrels of the guns pointing him out in the small room like a sore thumb. He was blocking the doorway so he would have seen her. She would disappear randomly but not with his *** pegged like it was about to become swiss cheese. He frowned looking like a sad panda that was about to have a really bad night.

“Hey, now settle down. I was sent in to see if you need any help.” Juice’s head gave a slow nod to lead them in agreement. His thick big hands wiggled slowly as the one lifted up in the air while the other was not fast enough to move in its attempt to avoid being caught by the thug tweaking to his right. “I said…”

Juice’s voice dropped as his hand pulled out his gun and gave Jesse Jame’s a reason to envy. The rapid fire shots rattled the cement beneath Satine’s shoes until she kicked them off only steps from the wall in front of her. Chester bounced at her back as she went to the hard flat surface with the idea of using it to ricochet off and use the air time to bring Chester out to play. Instead she found she was on the wall and fastened to it as if she was walking on the ground itself. Her hands went forward and reached higher up. With those first movements she found herself crawling the wall like the spider she never knew she was.

Another body entered the room behind her favorite blood thief. It never failed. gunshots were like invitations to the drunk, drugged up brain fried citizens of Harper Rock’s slums. The hand disappearing into the street beaten jacket did not have time to fully reveal what it held. Crimson dipped nails curled tight while the wrist they were attached to spun the weight of the custom weapon with the grace of a expertly trained ninja. Sound of air being sliced in two was the last warning before the head tilted back to catch what was above it.

“Wrong move, Slick.” The blood arched off the edge of Chester’s blade and the head landed at Juice’s feet with a heavy thud. “In front of you!”

Satine saw another gun setting its aim on her and released her position of the ceiling above Juice. Dropping faster than any spider could she was back on her barefeet and once again a swirl of silver motion spinning and setting low taking the right leg of the one in front of her. The heat of the much larger body behind her closed in and a sweating wrist went over her shoulder leaving the clicking of a safety being released in its wake.

“The boss lady bids you goodnight.” His finger pulled back the trigger sending bullets spraying at the wobbling body screaming in pain. Bugsy’s right hand man extended his arm forward then to the right to sweep her petite body down and behind him for cover. “Die *****!”

Satine was tempted to bite his ankle for trying to take her out of all the fun that was just starting. Instead another asshole came in the door looking to join the festivities of gunfire. The necromancer rolled low and waited for the tall dark body to move in a few more steps and toss his hat in the bloody ring.

“I am afraid this is a private party.” Satine’s hand reached up and her fingers curled tugging the body back against her just as a barrel of a gun emerged from the shadows coming right at her. The shots that were fired went with lethal accuracy to the chest of the screaming male pinned in front of her as a shield. “Next time ask if you are invited.”

Satine dropped her hold on the quickly expiring party crasher and lunged at the one who was trying to figure out if he had any bullets left.

“Boss…” The sound of Juice Box yelling louder than she had ever heard before was the last word she heard when she felt the searing pain of the unexpected searing through her body like a lightning rod setting every part of her on fire. Then and there everything in Satine's perfectly violent world went dark in the blink of her silver eyes.