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17:59 Feb 25 2014
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Sharron looked around at the crowd, leaning into Onyx to whisper “We will never get out of here.” Onyx looked around the bank branch, seeing the 4 other customers and gave a sigh. “It will only take a few minutes, we got the time.” New Orleans never really slept, leaving it the perfect place for the undead to roam. And get some cash when needed, even at night. “I have the money for the tickets, you can pay me back..” Sharron started, seeing the crowd, now 3 customers, as making them wait forever in the one line that was open.

Onyx smiled at her best friend, looking over at the woman she had known for many years now. She wore all black, her pale skin set off to perfection with the green eyes and long red hair. Looking at her you would expect her to speak with a Irish accent, her coloring so reminding you of the perfect Irish stereotype. “It is my turn, and see… we are almost the next..” she was saying as one young woman moved out of the line as she finished, joining the three other young ladies waiting by the doors, clearly a cash run before going out to party from the clothing they wore.

As Onyx eyes watched the ladies, she noticed the three men coming into the bank, ski mask covering their faces. Also dressed in black, with gloves on their hands, she knew it wasn’t just a fashion statement unlike her friend’s outfit. Sharron hand landed on Onyx back, giving her a little push to step forward, at the same time the gunfire hit the ceiling above them.

“Everyone down- on the floor, face down! DO IT!” Sharron turned to see two men coming into the bank, carrying automatic weapons, pointing them at anyone who wasn’t moving fast enough. The other man was shoving the security guard toward the doors, telling him to lock it. “DOWN! On the floor!” The man in front of her aim the rifle toward her, his brown eyes full of rage. A single gun shot sounded out as Sharron went down on her knees, laying flat, hands on back of her head as he ordered her. She turned her face to her left side, seeing Onyx doing the same.

Onyx’s waist long hair was in a braid, as usually. She had her hands behind her head, laced together, her pretty navy blue silk shirt pulling tight over her small frame. “No need to harm..” She ended her sentence in mid grunt as the butt of the automatic rifle hit her mid back. She landed on the marble floor, hitting it with her chin. “Onyx” Sharron turned toward her friend but the pressure of the barrel of the rifle made her turn back on her stomach, hands moved back behind her head.

“Stay still Sharron.” Onyx told her, her dark brown eyes trying to get the message across of how much she needed her to follow her instructions. As Sharron body relaxed, she could see Sharron would do as she asked. But as the enforcer of the vampire Queen of New Orleans, she had trouble taking her own advice. Once the man who had been standing above her moved away, the screaming still filled the small bank branch. She looked behind her to see the two tellers being drag around the front of the counter, one by the hair. She saw one of the men at the back of the teller counter, taking it he was getting the cash out of the drawers. She turned her head slowly forward to find the last man. The security guard was laying on the floor, blood pooling at his head. “Shit.” she said softly, but not soft enough with another vampire beside you.

“What? Oh god… did they kill him?” Sharron asked softly as she looked in the same area. “I don’t know, but lets be quiet.” The guard had the extra weight of a older man, one who had a family, maybe even grandkids. Ex cop? Did he try to fight back? Or did the man just hurt him for fun? She slowly turned her head to the other side, and found the four young ladies dressed to party now on the floor, the man who had been with the security guard with them, using his rifle to play with one’s long blond hair. She knew the men needed to leave soon, she couldn’t help the security guard now, but no one else was going to be killed.

“What do you see?” Sharron whisper, her view of that side of the bank blocked by Onyx. “SHUT UP! No taking! Now you-- you are going to get me in the safe.” One man pulled the teller up by her hair, shoving her against the wall. “There is not safe- we are only a…” She screamed as the man leaned back and hit her in her mid back with the butt of his riffle. “Now- you have a safe.. Where is it?” “Under the teller counter, in the floor.” She cried out, the pain clear in her tears and broken words.

“We have to do something.” Onyx turned to Sharron to hush her when she heard “I am not talking out loud. Just keep your mind open to me” Sharron had been a witch before her embracement by a rogue vampire on Halloween night during a ritual to honor the dead. And once they moved to New Orleans and settle down, Sharron becoming the mate to the Queen’s son and enforcer at that time, Onyx taking the position as she proved her loyalty to the Queen, Sharron powers had grown. One of them is being able to ‘talk’ to a few who she was close to. Like her husband, and Onyx.

Sharron hoped Onyx would not get creep out, shut down the link she was using. She did not use this power often as the two people she was closest two found it to be a invasion, and with either a verbal or mental command for her to stop, they could close her out. “We can’t. Too many witnesses.” Onyx sent back to her, looking over as the teller being drag back behind the counter, one of her shoes being left behind. The other teller was crying, one of the two men watching over those in front of the counter moving over to yell at her to shut up.

“We can’t be recorded on the videos” Sharron pointed out. “But what of the 10 live people? How do we keep them from being witnesses?” Onyx sent back to her friend, knowing she could not take the men down without being seen. A scream from her other side had her turning her head, seeing that a man in black was pushing one of the ladies legs apart, using his riffle to push up her short skirt, showing him her body. She turned back to Sharron. “We can’t show our powers in a crowd like this.” Onyx turned back toward the ladies, seeing the man on his knees between the woman legs, one hand with the rifle on her back, holding the woman down. The other hand moved over her buttocks, the hot pink panties barely slowing him down.

“What if I can make it so no one would see us?” Onyx turned back to Sharron, more then ready to listen to any kind of plan. “I can shut the power off. “ Onyx recalled all the times Sharron had destroyed a cash registers at her New Age shop, as well as any computer she comes within a foot of. Heck, her SUV has had several repairs for shorts in the eclectic system. “Can you do that on demand?” Onyx sent the question to her as she heard the women on the left of her crying, one begging him to stop. “I think so.. I can try.” Sharron answered, knowing the sounds coming from the other side of Onyx, the screams of the teller behind the counter as she was being hit, told to open the safe, was the time they had to try something.

She looked over to the bank doors, sending a scream of energy to the handle of one. She tugged on it, making the door move like someone was trying to open the door. The guard on the other side of Onyx was yelled at “Watch the doors! Get over there before I shot you in the head, fucker.” the other man that stood behind them yelled. The man left the young woman, moving to look out the glass doors, not seeing anyone. “Good job” Onyx sent to Sharron, watching as she slowly moved her hands to the ground. “Let’s just hope there is some electric lines running close by.” “Wait, let me get the guy out from behind the counter, get them closer, We don’t need to kill someone with a stray bullet. I will tell you when.” “But…wait… I don’t..” Sharron pled ended in Onyx mind as she shut off the link to keep her mind on what came next. She moved, rolling over on to her back.

“Hey- roll back over, bitch.” “No, I am not. Listen just take the money, no one is fighting you. “ She sat up, rubbing her arms as the man who gave her the warning moved closer. Still- the man behind the counter did not come out. “Down on your fucking face, or I will end you!” He yelled, and moved over to her. She saw the man behind the counter come out, the teller on her hands and knees walking beside him like a dog. She was bleeding from the mouth, her face beaten. On her back was three sacks of cash, taking the content of the safe. Onyx let out a cry as she was hit in the face with the butt of the rifle, landing on her side as she cried out in pain, leading them believe she was hurt. She covered her face, laid on her back, knees coming up in a fetal position, as she watched the man take the money sacks, kicking the teller in the ribs, and moved toward them. “Soon- get ready.” she sent to Sharron, turning her cries into screams of pain as she held her face, her fingers wide enough to see two of the men had joined her, the one raising his leg up to kick her as well. “There has to be more money here- that isn’t enough to pay…” the other one was complaining as he took a sack.

“Now!“ Onyx yelled out, her voice echoing in the silent bank but for the crying, the painful sound of people hurt and trying to be silent so they would not be hurt anymore. His foot landed at the side of her chest, she rolled over to catch his leg, holding on as the lights above her flicker off and on. Sharron closed her eyes and pushed all her energy into the floor, a silent spell said under her breath “Fine that which powers the lights, turn it off, keep us from site” She felt the power leave her body, her hands warming as the marble floor cracked under them. She kept the chant going as light bulbs blew in the building, outside street lights exploded, and power shut off in a circle around the bank for up to 5 miles.

A gun shot, a dead weight landed on her back, broke her chant and she open her eyes to find herself in pitch black. Even the emergency lights stayed off, the batteries drained. All batteries on cell phones, cameras, computers and even the toys of children within a few blocks drain within seconds. Sharron rolled out from under the dead weight as she heard grunts, moans. Unlike the humans in the bank who screams added to the panic in the dark, she could see Onyx at work. A classic move of her hips, swing had one man being thrown in the air a good four feet away from the human, to the far side of the bank. She watched as Onyx walked over to him and grab the man by his shirt, pulled him up off the floor. He was the man who killed the bodyguard, attacked the woman as she laid on the ground. She punched him in the nose, blood starting to soak his ski mask. He went to bring his weapon up to bear but she pulled his arm outward and upper ward as he pulled the trigger, shooting the ceiling. She broke his arm at the elbow, punched him in the face again and again, and ended with a strong kick to his right knee, bringing him to his knees when she let him go. She stood back and pulled her leg upward to her chest, giving him a hard kick in the chest, slamming him into the wall, where he did not move after he slumped, limp in death.

She moved quickly, only one man left. The one who kicked, beat the teller. He moved in the dark, trying for a hostage, thinking the police would be busting into the bank any second now. He pulled up the first person he trip over, the young teller who he had not beaten, who was laying on the floor. The one who was helping the customers as her manager, the older teller, was doing paperwork when they came into the bank. Onyx growled, a low deadly sound as she moved, stepping over the beaten crying manager and went around to the back of the man. She hit the glass of the counter, and he turned, gun out stretched, and let off a few shots. By the time his finger released the trigger she was standing behind him, a quick snap and his neck broken. The woman fell to the floor as he did, his arm still wrap around her waist.

Onyx moved back to Sharron, laid back in her spot, shoving the dead man with his own broke neck aside and motion Sharron to lay back in her spot. Then Onyx let out a scream, and panic broke out as the hostages waited to be killed with the gun fire that started.

The older manger laid in the hospital bed, one eye and most of her face swollen and the color black and blue even a day later, telling the middle age man what happen. “After the last shots, we didn’t know what happen or what to do. We couldn’t see, we couldn’t hear anything, it was pitch black. After the last shots we waited and finally I spoke out, asking what was going on. No one but the other customers, my teller answered crying out to get him off her, he was dead. I stood and we all got up slowly and I went to try and unlocked the door…oh. “ She paused as she remember John’s face, the robbers had shot him in the head. Closed coffin at the funeral will … oh god, but that could have been me. She shivered, seeing his face again as she looked for the keys to unlock the door. But the red headed lady had pointed out the keys would be on one of the robbers…

“So you didn’t see anything, who started the fight that killed each other?” “No- one said something about how the money wasn’t enough.” “Yes- other witnesses have reported that also. Seems the power outage was the switch needed to have them turn against each other. Two dead- one of a broke neck, and we believe that is the one who beat you. Then one other had a badly broken nose, busted up knee cap and elbow, dislocated jaw. He died of his injuries, internal bleeding. One witness said it was the one who sexually abused her. The last one to die was shot one time under the stomach. Seems when he was fighting one of the others they got a shot in. Painful bleed out, but died before he could do any more harm, or get away. All of this backed up by the CSI report.” the police detective finished, putting his note pad in his jacket. Or at least that is what it will say now that the last witness had been interviewed and nothing found can make anyone question the report.

The police chief sat in the delicate French style chair, in front of the French wooden craved desk of the Queen of New Orleans. He looked at the craved wood, the touch of gold in areas and wonder how old it was. Of course he always wonder how old the lady who sat behind the desk was as well. A deep shade of red top her long beautiful neck, pulled up and had soft curls here and there. She wore a blouse of pale blue color, the cut giving a hint of her full breast. She wore little if any makeup, her blue eyes lowered as she read the report on the bank investigation. “Then this is the end of it?” She asked, those blue eyes locking with his own. He cough, feeling like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have, and lowered his eyes, his hands turning his uniform hat in his hands. He always dressed in his dress uniform when meeting with her, at least when he has enough notice.

“Yes. I believe we can put this behind us. I do want to thank you for ending the rubbers lives. The security guard was a old friend of mine, his wife and family will miss him very much. As will his friends. He was a good man.” “Then I have one more job for you Chief.” He loved how she talked, elegant and so classy. Like a old movie star in the black and white movies, the style and grace. “Yes?” He asked her, moving forward in the chair, to get closer to her. “After a few weeks time, will you ask the family if a fund can be set up? Maybe a collage fund in his name?” The Chief smile cracked his old tan skin, as he watched her stand up, the blue blouse tucked into a tight black skirt that fell down to her knees, ending in pale shapely calves and high heeled black shoes. He stood, his hat held in one hand, as he tug his uniform jacket down with the other. “His wife would love that, he worked so hard to send his three kids to collage.” “Then it is done, once you get the family approval. I will see you in a few weeks time, for our own time together?”

The Chief turned to follow her to the door of her office, the sway of her hips making him aroused as he had been the last time he feed from her. He loved what the blood did for him. His joints, bones did not hurt, he could have sex with any age woman and keep up with them, and he wanted to live life again. He licked his lips, unaware if it was for a taste of her blood or sex with her. But as sex is something she never offered him- he would do with her blood. “Yes, I look forward to it Marlana.” She smiled, open the door for him, and touched his arm as he pasted her. “Till then Chief, please stay safe.” He smiled, nodded to her, put his hat on, and walked out knowing even without the blood he would help this woman as she tried to keep the city safe. Working with her these last 18 years has taught him that much.

She watched him walking away holding his back straight, full of pride for himself. She closed the doors after a nod to the two guards, and went back to her desk. Even with her blood he was getting old, his grate showing his age. His tender of being the police chief is coming to an end. She would get started on gathering information on his replacement, someone fresh with new outlook on the city and what was needed. You had to keep it new, fresh to bring in the humans and food. Yes, this time next year she would have a new chief, and another collage fund to set up most likely.

She moved on to her next appointment, knowing she had a long night still ahead of her.