Vincent Lazano took a minute to gloat. He'd done it all perfect. His little gift would wipe out the heads of the Bonny Corporation in one blow - and even if it didn't no one could trace it back to him. He'd hired some street urchin to drop his deadly package off at the front door. He'd worn a fake beard when he'd bought... it from the stall in the market. He'd thought of everything.
And that's why I should be at the top, he thought to himself. I'm wasted as muscle. I should be using my brains for a living. That's the way to make it big. He would knock off Miss Bonny and Miss Read, and take over the Corporation while everything was in shambles. Then Pierre Couteau and his spiteful sister Ludmilla would have to respect him. Sure, they'd suspect he'd had something to do with the convenient deaths, but assassination was practically tradition among vampires.
The package was a box, wrapped in pretty colored paper, tied up with a bow. Attached was a type-written note:
"For Anne Bonny and Mary Read. A present for doing so well. Your sire, Pierre Couteau"
The box was almost as special as what was inside it. It was made to contain the power of the artifact, so it wasn't even warm to the touch. But when the hapless CEO opened the box, out would come a miniature sun, and it would take up an orbit around that luckless person's head. Enough to fry the skin of a human's face, it was plenty of concentrated UV to put down a vampire.
Sending it from Pierre was a touch of genius. The ladies had a special trust for their Sire, and would probably open the package personally. It was like a Trojan horse, he thought, only not a horse, but a sun. It was too bad he couldn't tell anyone about it. It was by far the cleverest thing he'd ever done.
And that's why I should be at the top, he thought to himself. I'm wasted as muscle. I should be using my brains for a living. That's the way to make it big. He would knock off Miss Bonny and Miss Read, and take over the Corporation while everything was in shambles. Then Pierre Couteau and his spiteful sister Ludmilla would have to respect him. Sure, they'd suspect he'd had something to do with the convenient deaths, but assassination was practically tradition among vampires.
The package was a box, wrapped in pretty colored paper, tied up with a bow. Attached was a type-written note:
"For Anne Bonny and Mary Read. A present for doing so well. Your sire, Pierre Couteau"
The box was almost as special as what was inside it. It was made to contain the power of the artifact, so it wasn't even warm to the touch. But when the hapless CEO opened the box, out would come a miniature sun, and it would take up an orbit around that luckless person's head. Enough to fry the skin of a human's face, it was plenty of concentrated UV to put down a vampire.
Sending it from Pierre was a touch of genius. The ladies had a special trust for their Sire, and would probably open the package personally. It was like a Trojan horse, he thought, only not a horse, but a sun. It was too bad he couldn't tell anyone about it. It was by far the cleverest thing he'd ever done.