Title: Depleted
Author: Ariyana
Fandom: Blood Rayne
Character: Rayne
Rating: [13+] For some profanity
Challenge: Round 3: #6 Sloth
Disclaimer: Blood Rayne is the property of Terminal Reality and Majesco.
Word Count: 219
Notes: Just a Rayne piece, no crossover this time.

Rayne was still asleep when the phone in her motel room rang. Sleepily she groped around for the phone, muttering curse words under her breath.

"Yeah, who the hell is it?" she snapped, groggily. She was in no mood to act courteous after the last few days she had. She longed to sleep uninterrupted for the next week.

"We have another mission for you," a familiar male voice started.

"Oh come the fuck on! I'm not the only damn agent in the Society. I just wrapped up a mission a few hours ago!"

"I realize that but this mission requires your expertise."

"Listen here, unless this mission pertains to the next apocalypse I don't want to hear it. I'm dead tired and honestly you fuckers don't give me much incentive to get my ass out of bed."

"Agent BloodRayne..." the connection was lost before he could finish his reply.

Rayne shrugged sleepily and tossed the phone to the floor. The Brimstone Society was really beginning to annoy her. She was a dhampir not a machine, dammit she needed to sleep some time. If they couldn't understand that then to hell with them! She was fucking tired of jumping through goddamn hoops for them. She had earned a vacation and she'd be damned if she weren't going to take it.