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Derek was finally catching up on signing some long overdue paperwork in his office. For once in his career, things seemed relatively quiet. It was a nice change. He had just finished signing the last bunch when his senses let him know a supernatural presence was there. He looked up and saw a man calmly sitting in the chair opposite of him. Derek nearly leapt out of the chair, as recognized the figure.
To the eye, there seemed nothing really unusal about the man. He was dressed in a grey suit, dark burgundy tie. The clothes were nice, but not overly expensive. His light brown hair had been almost completely overtaken by the silver. He was obviously about sixty, but fit and trim. He could have looked like any number of businessmen, except for two features, his piercing steel blue eyes and burn scars on his right cheek and the right side of his brow.
Derek grabbed for him, but his hand passed through his body, it having no more substance than smoke. Derek looked at his hand, slightly puzzled.
"Really, Derek...did you think I would come here physically? You should remember I'm quite skilled in astral projection. I know it has been a while, but not so long that you could forget me."
"What are doing here, Lazurium? How did you survive the fire?"
"What? No hug and kiss? You really should apologize for those lousy manners. I sat here for a good twenty minutes before you noticed me, but moving on. About the fire, well, as you can see, I didn't escape unscathed, but I told you I always leave myself a way out. As for why I'm here, surely such an esteemed member of the Legacy can guess. It's not really complicated."
"Vengeance..."
"Bravo. Now, let me tell you what you won. Sloan and you destroyed my operations those eighteen years ago. You destroyed my followers, my empire, my life! I'll deal with William eventually, but first there's you. I want you to watch, helpless like I was after you bound me in that circle, as I kill each member of your house...the people you care most for. Then, I'm going to kill you. After all, you are the last one who battled me besides Sloan....left alive, anyway."
"Why now? Why here?"
"Don't be so dense. I took me years to rebuild what I'd lost. Then, I dealt with the others. Don't tell me you haven't noticed a few too many renegade houses lately? Just two more to go."
Derek paled at the question. It was true. Too many of his colleagues, people he was once working closely with had been turned or killed and their bodies invaded by foul spirits.
"You don't just plan on killing. You plan on corrupting. It will never happen. We'll never give in to you. We'll--*"
"Stop me? Yes. I heard the exact same speech from all the others. It didn't save them, did it? They either serve me now or they're dead."
Lazurium vanished, leaving no trace of his visit. Derek immediately rushed to call the others. He couldn't leave them unwarned of the danger. Soon, everyone there was gathered, except for Nick who had gone to the city. They tried his phone, but Nick was notorious for turning it off while driving. Derek just prayed Lazurium wouldn't strike so quickly.
"What is this all about, Derek? It'd be obvious to anyone somthing upset you." Rachel asked, always trying to be the phychiatrist, calm and in control.
"It would seem a past Legacy chapter, one I thought long closed, has resurfaced. His name is Marcus Lazurium."
"Never heard of him," Alex stated.
"No, you wouldn't have. The journals about his case were sealed. Macus was once a white sorcerer and powerful ally to the London house, but he became obsessed with immortality. He practiced forbidden arts and crossed over. When we learned of this, a special band was put together. Made up mostly of precepts. Sloan was the head of the team, I was his second.
"Lazurium had corrupted more than half of the London house. He used them as followers and....currency. He was bargaining with a demon for immortality and wealth in exchange for his minions' souls and a thousand others to be delivered in the next hundred years.
"We took heavy casualties in the fight. We manged to drive him into his conjuring circle. The demon within trapped him, leaving him to burn as it fled back to the abyss. The mansion he operated from was burning, and we ran for our lives, leaving him, as he screamed an oath to us. He swore he'd have vengeance, no matter the cost."
"You left him to burn?" Rachel asked, eyes wide.
"We had no choice. If we entered the circle, we'd be trapped to burn. We thought he'd died there. Within a few days, his businesses and companies crumbled. Their success was obviously attained through black magic. Without him, they fell."
"How do you know he's alive? It might be a trick," Alex offered.
"No. He was here."
"Here?!" Rachel and Alex asked simultaneously.
"Yes...well his astral projection anyway. He said he was going to destroy the house, then me. William and I are the last two members of that team. He's out for blood. After he's done here, he plans on finishing off William, and most likely the London house, the central nervous system of the Legacy itself."
"I'd better start placing calls for those records...any hints as to his whereabouts?" Alex asked.
"No, but he did say he had rebuilt his business empire. See what you can find out. Rachel, it might be a good idea to send your Kat to a friend's house. We don't want her involved. I've got to call William. If we can't stop him, William at least needs to see them coming."
They all went about their tasks. When dealing with a man like Marcus Lazurium, time was indeed a precious comodity.
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Nick was walking to his car. He'd parked near a store he'd visited then walked three blocks to a restaurant. There was a slight chill, as the sun began sinking, but he found it pleasant. The streets were empty except for him and another man walking behind him. At least they were, until a motorcycle drove by. Nick really didn't see anything unusual about it, until he heard the gunshots and the stranger behind him pushed him to the ground.
Nick had the wind knocked out of him, but he was otherwise unhurt thanks to the stranger. The bike sped away, not bothering to try a second time. Nick sat up and for the first time got a good look at the stranger. He was young, maybe twenty five, good looking, fair skin, hazel eyes and black hair.
"Thanks, man. Nick Boyle," Nick said, offering his hand.
"Michael Nox," the man replied taking his hand.
They got to their feet, and Nick noticed his savior hadn't escaped unscathed. He had a hole in his left thigh. The bullet had passed clean through, but he was still bleeding, staining the designer suit he wore. "Man, we gotta get you to the hospital."
"No."
"But you're hurt..."
"No hospitals. I saved you, now I'm calling in the favor. I will not go to a hospital. Just give me a ride back to my hotel."
Nick was stubborn, so it was easy to recognize equal stubbornness. He knew that look meant there was no changing this guy's mind.
"Fine, no hospitals, but you're coming with me back to my place. We've got a first aid kit and my friends' have some medical training."
Michael sighed and nodded. He leaned on Nick's shoulder to the car, and Nick ripped an old shirt in the back to tie around the wound. The pressure would help for the bleeding. They drove to the ferry and headed for the mansion.
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Nick walked through the door, helping a limping man in with him. The other members quickly rushed over to see what had happened. Nick told them, but Derek couldn't very well discuss the situation with their guest. "Michael, meet Rachel, Alex, and Derek."
Michael shook each of their hands, but as he got to Derek's he noticed his precept ring. Michael smiled and let out a small laugh. He seemed to relax at the sight of it. "Nick...really. I save your life and you don't bother to tell me you're a Legacy member. Derek...Derek? Ah! You must be Dr. Rayne, the precept of this house."
"It would seem you have us at a disadvantage. You know us, but we don't know you," Derek said, cautiously easing away.
"Why not ask William Sloan? He knows me. He mentioned you once...that's how I know you."
"I will, but I'm going to have to ask you to remain here."
"Certainly, but may have that first aid kit and a seat on the couch?"
Derek nodded, with a tight, polite smile. He didn't know this man, and this was hardly Lazurium's style, but he had to be sure. Everyone, even Nick, kept their distance as Michael bandaged his wound and sat on the couch, waiting.
In the other room....
"Hello, William. It seems Lazurium isn't wasting time. Someone shot at Nick today. He was saved, but his savior is more than he seems. He knows about us and claims to know you."
"Who is he?"
"His name is Michael Nox."
"Really? Nox is there? Well, you are in good luck, Derek. I do know him. He's been the Legacy's contact for his people for nearly five centuries."
"I don't understand."
"Michael Nox is a member of a noble race of immortal creatures, spawned by the mixing of faerie blood and human. They're called Visagorum. They are similar to vampires, except for the fact that they are not evil or restricted to the night. They are however a private people, so they only have one contact with the Legacy, which is known to only the head of the London house. It's been that way for thousands of years. We can call on them, for their power is great, but only in the most dire emergencies."
"We've had those kind of allies, and you never called on them?"
"Most of the things we deal with aren't considered a threat to the world, therefore not a threat to them. They are benevolent but interested in their own above all else. You've received a rare treat today, my boy. Oppurtunity of a lifetime. If anything, I'm envious. Who knows? If he likes you, he might get rid of Lazurium for us, but just hint at your problem. Don't ask him, or he may be insulted. He'll pick up on it, believe me. Call me back when you have news."
Derek was about to protest, full of questions, but Sloan had already disconnected. At least he knew Michael Nox was indeed a friend not foe.
"Well, what did the big boss have to say?" Nick asked, wanting to trust the man who saved him, but also on guard.
"Everything's fine. William confirmed it. It seems our guest is a centuries old ally. You are most welcome in this house, Mr. Nox."
Nick's eyes widened at the statement. "Centuries old?!" Nick asked, not sure what to think.
"May I, Mr. Nox?" Derek politely asked his guest before revealing anything else.
"Yes, but Michael, if you please. 'Mister' makes me feel like you're trying to sell me something."
"Very well, Michael," Derek said smiling, "He's a member of an ancient, noble race. They're like the 'good twins' of vampires but not restricted by sunlight. Michael, I would be more than happy to have you as a guest, but I am afraid we have pressing business. We don't want to seem ungracious, but it is not safe here right now, and you are hurt."
"What, this? It'll heal buy morning."
"Regardless, we can not put you in danger. I'll have Nick take you back, in the morning."
Michael rolled his eyes, sighing. "What is it?" Nick asked.
"I was hoping to be anywhere but that hotel. It's driving me nuts, but I've had no luck finding a good place. Derek, what do you say to a bargain?" Michael said, a sly smile on his face.
"A bargain?" asked Derek, his natural instinct to avoid any making deals with anything supernatural, even the benevolent kind. "Yes, a bargain. I need a place to stay, and you have plenty of room. If I get rid of this little problem, can I stay? I promise I won't be in the way, I have a sunny disposition, and I'm practically the best expert you could hope for dealing with the supernatural."
"Actually, I was hoping we could come to that type of arrangement. I didn't want to ask, but since you brought it up, we'd be delighted."
"Excellent. If I can borrow Nick, I only have a few things and wouldn't mind moving in now."
"Are you sure?" Nick asked, "Your said your leg won't heal until morning."
"I'll be fine. Besides, I'll heal faster with blood. After you," Michael said, standing up.
"Blood?" Nick asked, wrinkling his nose.
"It's what sustains my people. Don't worry. We don't drink human blood." Derek nodded his approval. Nick got up and walked out the door Michael was already holding open. As Nick walked through the door, Derek saw the attraction in Michael's eyes, as Michael stared at Nick. He might be one of the good guys, but his interests were more than he said. Derek shrugged his shoulders, deciding it really didn't matter. If Michael really wanted to stay for a romantic interest in Nick, who was he to stop him? Derek himself had occasionally thought of Nick like that, but he saw no proof that Nick was interested in men. Derek walked to place a call to William.
"It would seem our Lazurium problem has solved itself. Michael offered to get rid of him for a place to stay."
"Hmmm....he didn't want anything else?"
"That's all he said, but the look I saw on his face says he has more than a friendship interest with Nick."
"Are you sure, Derek?" William asked with a sense of urgency.
"William, what's wrong? Is Nick in some kind of danger from this?"
"No, no. Our Mr. Boyle is no danger, or anyone in your house. I don't want to worry you, as it may in fact be nothing, but..."
"Tell me, William."
And tell, he did.
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Cont. in part 2
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