Okay, so this is my first underworld fic....
Disclaimer: All I own in this story so far is Jason, other than that its all copyrighted from the makers of the unbelievable movies Underworld.
(Authors note: This is just the first chapter, please tell me what you think of Jason so far, I have a couple of funnier chapters waiting if you all want them!)
“So, my name is Jason. I do, mostly, mechanical work and all that good shit. I’m good with cars and anything with wires and possible electrical shock, pretty much, and have no issues with the near death experiences they tend to bring on. You had a foot note that you worked for some odd companies, morgue and so forth that might frighten some people. I can handle just about anything, one of my friends owns a graveyard and I’ve assisted him on some issues before.
You said you needed people who were available all the time, but it was tilting toward more of nighttime, well I have a lazy eye that closes automatically in daylight. I have obviously learned to deal with it, but I prefer nighttime jobs. I currently work at a emergency mechanic shop and need better pay, so if your interested, give me a call.”
Kraven eye’d the near-resume paper in his hands. He had posted an add in the paper for an assiasstant. They needed somebody good with all technology, to fix their security cameras, their house wiring, I mean it’d be a lot easier and cheaper if they just had an alltimed hired employ who was use to the conditions rather than having to get someone to come to the house, at night or day, that would understand why there were so many people, and why they all slept during the day, and the closed curtains, and it was really just a mess.
Times were changing and most the vampires who still lived in the coven were not new-borns of this century. As it was known, few people could survive the bite of an immortal, not to mention they were selective in their choices. They could hire lawyers and such to deal with things as the money and the newly invented clone blood, they had scientist that worked on lycan’s anatomy, and contacts for weapons, but most of those were impersonal connections. The lycan studies were handled about a hundred miles away from his house, if he sent word they had a busted wire in the camera system, or fuse blew in the ceiling system, would it really be proper for a scientist needed in his work there to find his way at night to their house just to turn back? It was a mess, and Amelia was currently visiting another household, leaving him to deal with such issues on his own. So he had decided, or almost decided, to hire this guy. Possibly for eternity, possibly until the guy could find another job. He didn’t know yet if he was going to turn him or not, put a stop to all this hussel and not have skeptics about hiring a human assistant in the first place, or just deal with it. But he was going to give him a call, and being, well, Kraven, he figured there was no way this man was going to turn him down.
“I’m blue abadie aba die, abadie aba die” in the back of a mechanic shop, at nine o’clock at night, bout an hour after the sun went down, a 18 year old boy stood back there wiggling his ass in the air and mouthing to words of his cell-phone ring tone as he mock-danced around. His dark blue worksuite had about a zillion black oil stains on it, so bad almost you couldn’t read his name tag which read the name Jason.
Just before his favorite ring tone ended, Jason picked up the phone, not minding as his oil stained hands smeered numerous car liquids on the back of the cracked dark red flip phone.
“ello ello.” He answered, going to lean against the wall, putting the other smeared hand in his pocket.
“Hello, Jason Reeves?”
“Greetings, and this is?” He asked in a obvious voice to the person he didn’t regonize, number or voicebox.
“This is Kraven…Othdogza, you sent me a bit of a resume, an answer to the add I put in the paper?”
Jason’s eyebrow rose and he glanced at the ceiling for a minute as though trying to search through his brain for the information.
Add, paper, Kraven, ehhh….?
“Yup!” he finally answered, shifting against the wall with new excitement. Ooooo, a new job!
“Yes, I wondered if we could have a meeting, a sort of an inveiw type thing at the house tonight?” the voice, Kraven, asked.
Jason’s eyebrow rose again. Who the hell gave an interview at their house? Ahh well, worth a shot. He shrug and opened his mouth to answer.
“Sure, what time and when?”
“Whenever you are free.”
Jason laughed into the phone, shifting against the wall again to a more casual stance.
“I’m free all the time, just tell me when.”
“Well then, how bout tonight in an hour or so?”
With this remark both of Jason’s eyebrows rose. That was a little quick, wasn’t it?
But once again, Jason being Jason just shrugged it off. He had no quarrel against that. Just tell the boss something came up and call some other night-shifter in and he’d go run and grab a shower and a clean pair of cloths.
“Sure, will do. I believe I got the address at home from the paper.”
“Do you need directions, Jason?” The man spoke with some kind of…smoothness to his voice, manipulation that made Jason’s face curl into a grimace.
“Eh, no…I can look it up online with the address.”
“Very well then, see you in an hour.”
And the phone call was terminated.
Jason pulled the phone away from his ear and gave it an odd look. Whatever, man.
He turned and started walking toward the bosses office.
Within a half hour he was showered and looking for cloths. He should probably dress nice but Jason really didn’t care rather or not he got the job. He’d applied elsewhere, and this place sounded just a little bit odd. I mean if this guy was going to interview him at his house, where he was suppose to be working, he couldn’t possibly expect him, as a mechanic, to show up in a suit and tie everyday! I mean that was just ridiculous! So since the dude sounded weird he was going to treat this interview weird. Let them see him as he was going to be dressed most days of the job. He put on some blue jeans, a Alice in Chains shirt, and his black hat that said SPY on it in bright white letters outlined in yellow. Fuck’em, hire him or not. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door of his apartment.
He walked passed one of his neighbors, Michael who had just came in for the night, drenched in the rain from outside. He looked a little shaken up, but knowing he was a intern at a hospital, he imagined Michael had some pretty disturbing jobs and didn’t ask questions, just passed him with a polite smile and a wave of his hand. Michael waved back, having just unlocked his door, pushed inside and gave him one last wave before closing it behind himself.
Licking his lips he headed for the stairs, elevator on the bottom floor somewhere and not having the time to wait if he wanted to be on time.
As Michael’s appearance had warned, it was pouring outside, but he didn’t care. He’d just got out of the shower anyway, wasn’t like he was dressed for the occasion either. Started up the black car with blue lights at the bottom and a neon lights near his radio controls and windows, and turned to pull out of the parking lot.
Soren glanced down at the screens. A black car had pulled up to the gates with some kind of light system attached under it. Licking his lips he turned and picked up his cell phone, dialing Kraven’s number.
Jason raised his eyebrow as he stared at the gates that hadn’t moved yet. Behind it was a very big very rich looking house and now he was beginning to realize why he had been invited HERE. It might as well be some damned business. Swallowing he moved his hand to his lips, puffing on his cigarette. What was he getting himself into? He glanced at the stone holding the gates. There was a camera screen there. He’d never been to a rich person’s house like this, was he suppose to approach the camera? State his name and reason for coming, he thought with some amusement.
They had invited him here, they should have been expecting him. Was he suppose to have given a detailed description of his car or something? He cleared his throat, going to put his cigarette out in his ashtray and shifted to beep the horn just as the gates opened.
Jason’s eyebrow rose but he quickly dismissed it, reaching down to the gears and shifting back into first, going forward. He fallowed the curbed road and realized it stopped right at the house opening. Man, this looked like something out of a horror film.
Entering the house was even worse.
A man came to the door with long stringy black hair and classy goth cloths. In fact, it looked like he walked into some medieval goth society. And the scariest part was not a damn one of them looked young. The man staring at him now had to be like thirty, twenty five! Drinking red liquid from crystal glasses, and staring at him like a next meal.
Jason’s eye brows rose at all this as he was lead through some doors, past a weapons room (a cult with weapons, this cant be good) and into some kind of study.
As the door was shut behind him by the man who had introduced himself as Kraven, his wide and confused eyes fallowed him across the room and to his chair on the other side of the desk.
Jason remained standing as Kraven sat down, the same stunned and confused comical look on his face.
Once Kraven was seated, Jason could no longer hold his question in any longer.
“Did I just walk into some kind of a cult?”