Jems last job.

Jem sits up in bed as her phone starts to ring. Unknown number. She sighs, knowing who it was going to be “Hello, Ric.” She yawns slightly before sighing “Another job?” She questions, suddenly wide awake now and shaking her head as the phone goes silent. A crack in the middle of the room makes her pull her blankets up round herself “Look, I told you not to do that. What have I asked you about that?” she snaps “What if Creven was here.” A voice laughs “Well he wasn’t, I knew he wasn’t.” the dark haired brown eyed man smiles, sitting on the end of the bed. “I could tell by the sound of your voice.” Ric spoke softly with a small smirk on his face. “Ric, just get on with it.” Jem snapped slightly, impatient and slightly pissed off with her boss right now. Ric laughs at her “Just kill Samara. Its that simple.” Jem raises an eyebrow “Simple? You know who she is, right?” He nods, chuckling “I know who she is. She’s my ex-wife. And its your job to do whatever case I assign you. And I know you are the best I have for this. Only you can match her.” Jem rolls her eyes, secretly smug “Yeah yeah. I guess so. Look, go make a drink and I will be down in a bit so you can run me through the details. And Ric.” She starts, watching as he stands up “Walk, please.” They laugh as he walks from the room. Jem runs her hands through her hair with a slightly grumble. This was it. The big one. Samara wasn't just any ordinary job, not just a simple in-and-out kill. She was the most powerful vampire Jem knew. She slips out of bed and dresses quickly before pulling on her boots and walking down to the kitchen. She stops halfway and grins, listening to Ric singing to himself, the house elves muttering under their breath about the “master wouldn't be happy with another man about when he isn’t.” Jem rolls her eyes and shoos them away “He’s my boss!” she yells after them, shaking her head as mutters of abuse flow back at her “I can hear you!” she calls out. Tutting hit her ears from all angles and she spins round to see a smirking Ric in the doorway, a folder in his hand. Jem rolls her eyes slightly “They think Im cheating…” Ric laughs at her “They wont tell Creven I was here. Its fine. Nothing happening.” Jem blushes slightly “Maybe if I weren’t with him.” She ducks her head and darts into the kitchen, Rics eyes following her, an amused look on his face. Jem glances over at him and shrugs, picking up her cup and taking a sip of the lukewarm golden liquid. She shudders slightly before waving a hand over the top, warming it instantly. Ric watches her with raised eyebrows before sitting down at the table muttering something about a show off to which Jem just grins and takes a seat, turning serious. Her ‘work’ mode was something Creven hadn’t seen, and she didn’t intend him to either. She was different to her normal self. Shuddering again she focuses her attention on Ric, nodding as he explains where Samara was, her bodyguards, to which Jem scoffed, her weaknesses. She tilts her head, confused slightly “But… hers are different to mine. You would have thought…” she stops as Ric hold his hand up to silence her “Its not for now. I will explain that at the end. Right, so 16 bodyguards, all humans as far as I can remember. Eight men, eight women. Simple right?” Jem nods and Ric shakes his head “Not in the slightest.” Jem groans “Never going to be simple.” She watches Ric as he laughs at her, laying a hand on her arm “Nope. Never is with her. Anyway;” He takes his hand off her and continues to explain the situation. Samara had killed Rics family after he had said he wanted a divorce. She had started with his parents, then his brother and sisters, before sending her men out to find and kill anyone else with the same last name. Ric stops, shoving the folder to her “In here is everything bout her. Memorise it then burn it. Understood.” He asks as he stands up. Jem mock salutes him “Yes sir.” And jumps as Ric slams his hands on the tale “Its work, Jem. Im not playing games. This is serious. The bitch has to die and you are the only one I have with the power to do it!” Jem nods slowly “Yes. Sorry boss.” She mutters, returning her eyes to the folder. Ric had only raised his voice at her once before. That was when she has accidentally interfered in SETH work. Back then, of course, she didn’t know what SETH was, and had no idea Creven was working with them. She almost brought down an entire years worth of planning. She doesn’t notice him as he walks out through the back door. She was too engrossed in the folder. This woman was over 3500 years old! “What the,,, no way. That can’t be right.” She mutters, checking the figures again. Nope, it was right. Jem sits back in the chair, glancing round “See ya Ric.” She mutters with a grin as she picks the folder up, drops it in the sink and with a click of her fingers, set it on fire. As she stood watching it burn, she lets out a heavy sigh. Her powers had come on a lot in the past few months Creven had been away. She could almost make herself see a vision now. Conjuring fire was easier if she concentrated enough. She could almost always make it appear above, or sometimes on, whatever object she desired. She hadn’t tested it on people yet though and she wasn’t about to either. She snapped her way back to the present, out of her daydream like state as the flames disappeared. Jem turned on the tap and watched as the remains of the folder slipped down the sink. Wrinkling her nose at the smell, Jem slipped out of the kitchen and into Coran’s old bedroom. She opened his wardrobe and took off the false back, revealing the small weapons closet she had built into it. She grabbed a large bag and started filling it with steaks, bullets, although she knew bullets from a normal gun wouldn’t affect Samara much other than slowing her down. Maybe. No. These normal bullets were for the bodyguards. A few other things made their way into the bag. Little things like a few vials of healing potions of Leas, a few spare daggers. Her usual dagger would be strapped to her thigh. No way she would be leaving the house without it close to her. Standing up, she picks the bag up easily with a grin before darting off to get changed into something she could move in. Skinny jeans, vest top and of course her trusty boots. She grins as she pins her hair up out of her face and slips her hoodie on. Now she would look like a teenager off out camping or something. No one would bother her. An hour later, after she was ready, Jem stood at the top of the stairs and watches the house elves scurrying about for a while with a grin on her face. She patted her thigh, checking for her dagger. She hitched up her bag onto her shoulder and headed down the stairs, ignoring the house elves as they watched her walk out the front door and down the drive. With a glance over her shoulder, she disapparates out of the area and 500 miles away to Northern Scotland. The wind hit her hard, blowing some of her hair from her pins. She pushes it away with her free hand before dropping the bag to her side and heading into the cave that she was stood in front of. She throws the bag to the back of the cave and opens it, pulling out a torch and sets it on the floor. Glancing round the cave as she hears a noise, she jumps up “Hello there Jem.” A familiar voice echoes round the room “No way. Get out of my face. You aren’t real” She whispers as her son steps into the small bit of light. Coran shakes his head “Im only here because you want me to be here. Mom. You have to be careful. She’s powerful. More so than you. Killing her could upset the balance.” He starts to which Jem rolls her eyes “So like your father.” She smiles slightly, reaching her hand out and watching it go through her son “Sorry mother. Im not like grandpa. I cant be solid no matter how much you think of me. Tell dad and Aunt Lea Im sorry and tell the others I miss them.” Jem nods, speechless as Coran disappears from her sight in a gust of wind. Jem stares at the spot he was stood for a few moments before returning to her job at hand. Taking out a belt like object, Jem starts by shoving stakes, a gun and a sword into it, before slipping a few healing vials into her jacket pocket, before slipping her jacket on. She pats her front pocket, making sure her wand was in there. Not that she needed it. She never needed it. She stands at the cave entrance, going over the notes she had memorised. Glancing up at the cliff next to her, she raises an eyebrow “Really? All the way up there. Dammit, Ric.” She mutters and heads to the bottom of the cliff. Dressed in black, she melted into the rocks, careful not to slip. She makes her way to the makeshift steps carved into the cliffs and runs up them, stopping at the top and peering round the corner. She takes out her gun and loads is slowly before taking aim at a man walking past, waiting until his back is turned before firing a single shot. He falls to the floor, the sound of the sea crashing into the rocks covering the sound. She picks his body up and throws him over the cliff, watching as he lands in the freezing cold water. She pulls out her dagger and slips behind the two women, slashing their throats and dumping their bodies over the cliff too. She smirks slightly as she saunters into the building and kicks the door open “Right, so...” she starts as she walks in “Samara. Where is she?” Three men run towards her and she holds her hands out “Oh don’t even bother. I can have you like that.” She snaps her fingers, staring at each of them in turn and watching them set on fire, a smirk on her face. A tall woman with long silvery hair and bright red eyes pushes her way through the gathering crows “Well, it seems you know who I am, daughter of mine.” She lets a flicker of a smile hit her lips. Jem snarls slightly “Im no daughter of yours…” she starts. Samara laughs slightly as she waves the crowds away and they disappear through the multiple doors. Jem follows some of them with her eyes, one eyebrow raised slightly before turning her attention back to Samara “No, dear, I meant, Im a vampire, you are a vampire.” She starts walking round Jem, touching her hair before she continues “You are just a vampire. I, on the other hand, and the Queen.” She purrs in her ear. Jem snaps her head round and slaps the womans hand away from her “Don’t touch me!” she takes a step away from her, too slowly. Samaras hands were round Jem’s neck before she had time to take two steps “Don’t slap me again and I won’t.” Jem grabs her wrists with one hand, her eyes wide and watching Samaras face which had an evil grin on it. Jem’s free hand slides behind her and wraps round one of the stakes. Jem shakes her head as much as she can “I don’t like the way you play. I have been sent to do a job. And I have to finish it. This” Jem pulls the stake out from behind her “This is for Ric.” She whispers, bringing her hand back and sticking the stake deep into the womans chest with all her strength. Samara drops her hands from Jem’s neck and glances down at the wooden implement, blood pouring out of her mouth as well as the wound “Why? What did I…” she stops and laughs, before it turns into a cough, falling to the floor “Oh that’s right. I killed his entire bloodline.” She sneers “Tell him I will see him in hell.” Her head tips back and she lets out a scream. The doors fly open as everyone runs back in to see what was going on. They look from Samaras sizzling body to Jem, stood leaning against the wall with a smirk “What?” she shrugs, returning her gaze to Samara who suddenly burst into flames and turned into a pile of dust. Jem rubs her hands together “Well my work here is…” she stops midsentence and stares at the spot Samara disappeared from “What the…” she mutters, watching an orb of light floating around the room. She noted that everyone else was watching the same thing. The light speeds up, hovers over Jem’s head and shoves itself into her chest. Jem gasps and falls to the floor, gasping for breath. Samaras bodyguards stand there, watching her but not moving. They stare in silence as she gasps for breath for a few moments before she sits up and looks at them all “What?” she snaps as she stands up slowly, looking round them all before catching her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was silver, her eyes bright red. She runs her hand over her hair slowly “What the hell has happened to me!” One of the body guards steps forward, and kneels in front of her “I am, or was, Samaras head guard. My name is Mariana. What has just happened to you is hard to explain so I will give you the basic version for now. You killed the Queen Vampire. Her powers and abilities, the light that entered you, went to you because you killed her. And for that we thank you.” She states before standing back up and continuing “Ma’am, this means you are the Queen now.” she bows slightly and melts back into the crowd. Jem widens her eyes “Im going to be like this!” she yells, pointing to her hair “No!! No! Just no! I cant deal with this right now!” she paces the room “Everyone out! Leave me alone! Im going home!” she screams as she paces the room. She pulls her phone out and dials Rics number “Ric.” She gushes as soon as he answers the phone “We need to talk.” She hisses before nodding “Yes its done. But…” She stops interrupted by Ric and sighing “Sure sure. Im coming home.” She hangs up and stares round the now empty room, before disaparating home, confused.