- ＩＯＮＥＬＡ ＳＡＮＤＲＡ ＤＡＬＡＫＩＳ
- ｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｉｏｎａｌ ｂｏｄｙｇｕａｒｄ
Gods, she really hated this.
Pale, thin fingers plucked a cigarette from crimson lips as the woman sighed through the smoke, tossing the cigarette onto the floor and crushing it with the toe of sleek black heels. A curse flew from the Romanian woman's lips as she looked at the building before her.
This whole frigging idea was a waste of time. And Ionela Sandra Dalakis was pissed off enough to punch someone.
I mean, who did arranged marriages these days? Ionela sighed, folding her arms. She felt like she was in the dark ages. Whatever possessed the parents of these brats to set this whole thing up was beyond her. The poor kids didn't even know much about the person they were going to get hitched to. What an awful, awful idea, and for a moment the vampire was grateful that she wasn't here to get hitched. No, that was Jack's job. She was just here to protect his sorry butt.
Ionela had been running late due to other preparations that needed to get done (aka the purchasing of several weapons and the like) and her charge had gone to the blasted mansion before her instead of waiting like a good boy. But then again, he always liked making her job harder, didn't he? 'They always do' Ion thought, motioning for one of the mansion's staff to come grab her bags as she tossed another the keys to her sleek, black Lamborghini. A quick, serious threat and the baring of some sharp teeth was all it took to reassure the fellow that if her car got one dent in it she would tear his heart out and feed him to some animal. A disembodied growl behind her sent the man running.
"Easy there, Kage," Ionela told her shadow, which, for a moment, pulsed and shuddered as if to respond to her command. For a moment, one could see a set of six eyes, crimson and burning with bloodlust and malice, staring back at the woman before they disappeared and her shadow was back to normal.
With a sigh, she turned back to the building. Might as well go and see how the brat was doing. The term 'brat' had grown into something of a word of endearment when talking about her charge, as over the past three years she had grown attached to him. She had worked for his family for years before but never really interacted much with them, save for the regular business transactions. He was really a sweet kid, and almost pure in a way that made Ion a little protective over him. He grew up indoors, sheltered from society in a life free from bloodshed. And in a way he looked up to her like an older sister. It was... odd.. to be cared about, but at the same time it was a warm, comfortable sensation. And a part of her actually feared Jack's reaction to seeing her darker tendencies.
The bodyguard entered the mansion through the main door, not bothering to take off her suit jacket. The tall, slender woman was dressed in a dark suit and tie, dark sunglasses completing the almost stereotypical bodyguard look. But she honestly didn't care. She liked suits. Brushing back a few strands of her platinum blonde, almost white hair she strolled somewhat casually into the main room. She could do a sweep of the mansion after she confirmed the status of her charge.
As she removed her glasses, blood-red eyes scanned the room, taking note of the others in there. First was Jack, who seemed engaged in polite conversation with the girl Ionela quickly identified as Odette Marie Kennington. Angel. Not his bride, but Ion still read the file on her. He was fine, which was a good sign. He even had Bella with him (Ion loved that cat, but she would never admit it). She bowed her head slightly to the two of them.
"Apologies for interrupting," Ionela said, her voice smooth but somewhat cold. "But I came to inform the Young Master that I have arrived." She looked over to Jack and pursed her lips. It was odd calling him 'Young Master,' as most of the time she called 'brat' or 'kid' or something like that. Young Master sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth.
"Sir, I am going to do a sweep of the mansion." 'Sir' sounded just as stupid as 'Young Master.' "I shall meet up with you soon enough." Though her tone was calm and polite, she seemed to give him a look that said 'Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, bean pole.' A business smile graced the attractive young woman's lips and she rose, exiting the room.
Her travelling throughout the mansion wasn't wandering, but rather a tactical sweep. She had already gone over the blueprints of the building, but it was still important to gain her bearings. After a few rounds, she had already memorized the basic layout and was timing herself on how long it took to get to one point and the next. The bulletproof glass had been installed per her request, which was good to hear, but the large windows that filled some of the hallways still bothered her. It was too easy to make a kill. Call her paranoid, but she had only just recently become a bodyguard. Her life before had been on the other side of the spectrum; an assassin. She had been a damned good one too. But that was a conversation for another occasion, right now she had more important things to deal with.
Ionela paused in her tracks when she noticed the presence of another female vampire in the hall. Studying the young girl's face for a moment, the bodyguard quickly ID'd her as Natasha Hope. Jack's future wife. She had done some research on the girl. Human until the age of sixteen when she was attacked and converted. A fledgling in the eyes of an ancient creature such as Ionela. She sighed, putting on her classic business smile and approaching the younger girl.
"Natasha Hope?" Ionela called out somewhat politely, extended her hand to shake. "Ionela Sandra Dalakis, professional bodyguard. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. If my memory serves me well, you are engaged to my charge, Jack Green, correct?"