The Mistake ({Demetri}Reira)

[Mischa Badoer]

San Fransisco.

Not her average line of work. She had preformed business deals with Him... but this... this was a lot different than all the others. They were supposed to be here for one girl. Just one fucking girl. The whole house was in an uproar.

Mischa was shot at, though it was a fluke and she was barely touched. The bullet broke through skin, but the result lead to a deep gash in her arm. It was throwing off her aim most definitely, and aim was at the up most importance.

Her arm was shaking involuntarily when she lifted the gun. The aim was in between his eyes, but she hit his eye. Yep, her aim was hell-a off. There was so much stress as well. She never had to deal with so many skilled people. Yeah, there were the few guys she had to take out, but they were alone and easy. She didn't know how many she had to kill tonight.

It was all for one girl. She did this... she had to dig up dirt on the Bass family.. pissing Demetri off... Mischa and him, they were here for her, and that girl really knew how to get ready.

Mischa found them in a room. She could end it all right now. Mischa pushed against the wall, then as quick as she could, would make her self visible in the threshold of the doorway, and pull the trigger. When she pulled the trigger, a muscle spasmed in her wounded arm and she jerked her arm, hitting the wrong girl. A wrong girl? Who the fuck did she just kill?!

Now, the target seemed rather pissed off at the fact the girl was killed. A lot more hate was burning in her eyes. Mischa provoked her to no good end.

Where the fuck is Demetri when you need him.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Where was Demetri Marino when his subordinate was having such a hard time? Well, walk down to the main floor and enter the liquor parlour and there he was, sitting casually behind a flipped over pool table. A bottle of Jack Daniel’s was opened beside his knee, the man taking a sip when needed. “Come o’er here kiddos Mr. Asshole’s got a you a lil something, something,” he yelled, laughing. The sound of gun play could be heard all throughout the house. Perched on the pool table’s side, it’s point aimed at the open door, was a 6-guage shot gun. A cigarette in his lips he grinned as he heard the pitter patter of in coming footstep. As soon as a person walked in his line of fire…

“WEEOOO!,” he said taking another sip of the stolen liquor. The man’s guts were spread against the wall, his legs falling over missing the upper portion, which was laying on the side. No, he wasn’t drunk. He was far from, actually. He just got such a adrenaline high when he was doing a hit…or when he was killing someone in general, that he appeared as so. Hearing a sound from behind him, he threw the bottle and watched as it pegged another man dressed in black in the head. Out cold. Reloading, he walked out into the hall. Time to make his way on up.

Carrying the rifle across his back, he pulled out his two custom built handguns, one in each hand. As he walked throughout the house he repeatedly shot various men down. Such a sad mafia organization they were. Finally the man had entered the foyer, where a grand staircase would take him to the upper levels of the house. Where his prey was. “Sir,” came a voice to his side. Instinctively his hand raised to have the gun pointed in-between the man’s eyes. There was no worry however. This was one of his men, as he could tell by the white masque he was wearing…masques there were all wearing. “All levels are secure sir. There’s only the second floor now.” Nodding in satisfaction Demetri took the stairs two at a time. “Wrap it up. Beer's on the house tonight boys,” he called back humourously, before disappearing.

He had crept easily through all the sections of the upper levels, looking for Mischa and their target. Though he had a feeling he knew where they were. Putting the hand guns back in their halter’s, Demetri went for the big one. How he loved his shot gun. Listening carefully, he heard a shot and immediately ran to the source of the noise. Whistling to Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds” he stepped through the threshold and fired. His eyes remained uncaring as he saw the chest cavity of their target spray across the white bed sheets.

“Good job, love,” he said to Mischa, noting her injured arm. “Who’s the other broad?”

[Mischa Badoer]

The girl aimed the gun right in the middle of her forehead. Mischa did the same, but when she pulled the trigger, it was empty. She was dead. She heard the gun shot and no pain was felt. Nothing was felt actually, only a shit load of fear. Mischa's eyes opened to see Demetri standing near her with a gun. He had shot the girl whom had her finger on the trigger. When the girl was shot, her hand clenched the gun and shot, almost hitting Mischa in the head. Demetri congratulated her, but she didn't feel she needed it. After all she hit someone other than the mark.

“Who’s the other broad?” Mischa shrugged as she approached the girl's body. She was a pretty girl. Mischa bent down and looked for a wallet. Once she found it, she opened it up and money fell out, a lot of it. She was important. With her finger, Mischa was about to wipe the blood from the I.D, but Demetri was obviously impatient and swiped it from her and did it himself. He read it and instantly his facial features twisted in rage. Forcefully, he slammed the wallet to the ground.

"For fuck sakes!"

Demetri left the room in anger and Mischa picked up the wallet. Behind the cleaned blood, was the picture of the girl now with a bullet through her skull. Now she had the name to match it.

Aubrey Seran.

Ice cold realization ran through her body. Their target, Eva Fortescue, was protecting the girl... no wonder she was so angered when Mischa accidentally stuck the bullet in her head.

Another one of the girls on the team entered the room with a mask on.

"We killed the wrong girl. I'm going to have to tell Reira I'm sorry for killing her boyfriend's cousin..." She got up and left the room. They had masks, 'cause they knew there was surveillance, but they didn't know their conversations were now on record.

"I'm going to tell....no, you're going to tell her uncle to try and keep this from her until I tell her myself..."

Now, the recording was glitching out and would have been heard like so...

"We killed the wrong girl. I'm sorry for killing*Static* boyfriend's cousin...I'm going to tell your--uncle to try and keep this from-*Static*"

Now it would seem Reira was in on it too.

Mischa and the gang were going to have to head back to California. Meems was just shit out of luck.

[Reira DeMorvick]

As soon as those cerulean eyes read the name ‘Aubrey Seran’ Demetri flipped his shit. It was supposed to be a clean kill, not some sloppy mess! Of course the whole thing was a huge mess to begin with. He didn’t expect the mansion of Eva Fortesque to be so fortified in men and artillery. Now that he knew Aubrey Seran was present in the household, it was all so obvious. God damn it all to hell. Punching a hole into the wall with his fist, he abruptly pulled it out and walked out the door, back to the foyer. As he did so, the only other women on the team walked passed him, evidently going to check on Mischa.

Shot gun held tightly in his hands, all his men were waiting for him in the center of the foyer, awaiting orders. They had to get out of here soon, less they wanted a date with the authorities. Oh wait, they had bigger things to worry about. Now he had to worry about the whole fucking Seran mafia turning against him. Great. He was in an extremely pissed off mood, that no amount of coffee would be able to cure. “Boss?,” said one of his men. Demetri slammed the butt of his shot gun at the guys’ jaw. Poor fucker. “Well don’t just stand there! Move, we need to get out of here!!” His voice was booming, intimidating was an understatement. His men started heading out the doors, the guy with a now broken jaw following the rest in pain.

Turning, he looked up the stairs and when he didn’t see Mischa he fired a shot at the roof. “MISCHA HURRY THE HELL UP!” Yeah, he was mad at the girl. It was her shot that fucked this whole mission over. There was also the informant. That little bitch was to be blamed too. She obviously didn’t do her homework right, in fact, she screwed up big time. She didn’t say anything about Aubrey being here, nor her protection. Bitch would be hearing from him soon. Walking out the front door, he got into one of their escape vehicles, but would wait for Mischa and the other chick to get into a vehicle before he gave the order to take off.

The trip back to Long Beach would be an unpleasant one.

[Mischa Badoer]

She heard Demetri call for her. He was sooo angry and she had a feeling that getting him coffee will do no good. She flicked her wrist for the girl to follow, after all, she was at least a little higher than he girl... but at the moment she probably was going to get an ear full.

Mischa exited the house and had seen Demetri in a vehicle already. It was better to get her punishment over and done with. She held tightly to her wound, trying to close it and help prevent the blood from getting everywhere. Mischa got in the car and slid in on the other window side. Her eyes stuck outside the window, and she pulled off the mask now that she was hidden by the tinted windows. Her eyes looked to the white mask and studied the patterns of blood spatter.

"I'm sorry...My aim was off... the muscle in my arm jerked my hand to the side."

She was scared. Mischa was known as a pussy, but right now, she was so scared she couldn't even move. Her eyes were still staring at the white mask. She didn't like to get Demetri mad. She liked him happy... they were pals. Though, right now she could sense the hate he had for the small girl at the moment.

Her arm was still trembling from the pain, but she was trying her best not to let it show. Mischa didn't want to seem more weak than she showed this night.

~~~Long Beach~~~

Mischa was scared. She was going to have to tell Reira who Mischa had killed.

Please, please, please don't take Reira away from me...

She prayed to what ever God was listening...God...Allah... Sylvester Stallone.

Mischa opened the door and quietly walked towards Reira's room. She opened the door, trying her best not to be too loud. Holding her breath she gently sat at the end of the bed. It was early in the morning, so Reira was still asleep. Mischa's hand came out and rubbed Reira's calf to wake her up.. but not too suddenly.

"Reira...hun..? I have... I have some news. It's bad." It wasn't fair for Mischa to go and wake the girl up to say she killed her boyfriend's cousin. No one would want to wake up to that.

[Reira DeMorvick]

The ride to Long Beach had started off with a lot of orders being sternly set. Most of them had something to do with covering their tracks. It would be hard to hide, but not impossible. Yeah, Aubrey Seran’s death would probably make the front page, but if it would be one hell of a time trying to find who her killer was. Arms crossed over his chest, he stared at Mischa out of the corner of his eye. She was the killer. But now that he had calmed down and was thinking clearly, he could not blame her. His mask long removed, he stole one of his men’s bandana and ripped a piece of it off.

He would then grab Mischa’s arm and without any former warning tied the fabric around her wound, pulling it tightly. It needed pressure. No words were spoken. It was better this way. After a moment, he took out his cell phone….and called Bartholomew Bass. He’d have to know. And since he was their instigator, Demetri would take the shit that Mischa’s fuck up would cause him. Well, what can one do when riding the bad tides? That was easy. “Stop the car,” Demetri said, his voice cold and impatient. “I need myself a six pack.”

Then he thought about Reira. She would have to know too. Normally there would be no need for her to know such deeds, but this was a lot different. She was part of the Marino family…and he was tired of lying to her.

~~~

Reira let out a small moan, as she felt her leg being rubbed by someone. Whoa wait…ew! Eyes shooting open, she was about to kick whomever it was that was touching her so intimately, but stopped short when she saw Mischa. “Hey…did you have a bad dream?” What? Bad dreams were scary. And Mischa didn’t take scary too well, especially with what happened on Halloween, that was a fucking nutshell. But something didn’t feel right. Something was wrong.

“Mischa…what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Crawling out of bed, in nothing but a silk dress slip she grabbed her by the shoulders, only to find that there was a bandanna tied around her shoulder…heavily stained with blood. Her eyes went wild.

“What the fuck happened. I’ll take care of it.”

A voice was heard from the doorway. "Tell her." Demetri's familiar figure entered the room as well. He also looked like he had a rough night. Taking out a cigarette, he leaned against the wall and studied the expression his daughter would make. If didn't know how much comfort he could be...but at least he'd be there.

[Mischa Badoer]

She was starting to lose the feeling in her arm and she went to go loosen it up, but Reira saw, growing worried. She seemed frantic and probably was going to get mad.

Demetri demanded she shared the events of the following night. Mischa sighed, scared at what was going to happen. Then, she let it all out. She explained the night in detail, trying not to leave out anything. Finally the climax of the story was here, and she would see how Reira would act.

Would she be shunned? Or cared for?

"Reira...I killed Aubrey Seran,"

Mischa looked into Reira's blue eyes apologetically. She didn't want to lose her friend over a business hit gone wrong. Mischa would have never meant to kill the girl, nor would she want to jeopardize Reira's relationship with Gabriel. Though, this event surely did take the cake.

Now, real Mischa would come to play. A little bit of tears ran down her cheek, "I'm sorry, Rei... I didn't want to hurt you or Gabriel..I was doing my job..it just went wrong...please don't be mad.."

She huffed a little, catching her breath and she made sniffing noises.

[Reira DeMorvick]

The girls eyes grew wide as she listened to the story. Every detail would never be forgotten. What the hell is wrong with the world. Falling back from the shock, she used her bed posts for support. Mischa had started crying and Demetri just stared off into space, deep in thought. This really, really sucked. She didn’t know what to do? She didn’t know how to make this better, or if she could even make it better. It was just so messed up. Shaking her head, she looked at Demetri with pleading eyes, begging him to tell her it was all just some fucked up, sick joke. She got so such sympathy.

Aubrey Seran. She knew her to be Gabriel’s cousin. The other girl, the original hit was protecting Aubrey, which was why she was shot accidentally. Wrong place at the wrong time. Needless to say, Reira was stuck in the middle. If she went to console Gabriel, she would be abandoning her family; Demetri and Mischa. If she agreed to keep this a secret and help mask the truth, she’d be lying to Gabriel. Worst of all she had to choose. Tonight. Shaking her head, she lost it. Running up to Demetri, she grabbed his biceps and pleaded with him.

“Why! Why did you have to do it? What was so important that you had to travel all the way to San Francisco to kill Eva. Please..,” she begged. “Please no more lies.” She was on the verge of tears herself. She felt like she was being ripped in two. Two sides she needed to be strong for. She’d only survive protecting one. Demetri puffed his cigarette with his lips, letting the ash fall to the floor. He seemed so out of it, thinking, calculating. But Reira soon hit close to home when she mentioned ‘lies’.

“Remember when we ate brunch at The Palace,” he began, remembering the day the two of them went to Charles’ Bass’ apartment. “And Bartholomew showed Gabriel the hotel he had worked on with Gabriel’s parents, the Seran’s?” Reira nodded. “Well…the fire that burnt that hotel down…wasn’t an accident. It was on purpose. Bart ordered the hit.” Reira let go of Demetri’s arms, letting this info soak in. “Why?” --- “He needed to eradicate the competition. I know this because Rias was in line with Bart…and because I was then ordered to kill the hitman.” Demetri sighed, knowing this information was painful to Reira. “The girl we went after tonight, Eva Fortesque, she found out about this. So before she could exchange this information, Bart paid me to execute her. I’m sorry. But it was the only way I could protect this family. It‘s how the Mafia runs.”

Reira backed away from her Uncle/Father. It was the first time he had been so open with her. Right then and there he looked so broken. Hell, she felt the same way. And to think that Chuck and his family were involved with this too. For a moment she was scared. Demetri would get blamed for this. She didn’t want her family, Mischa included, to get hurt. She wanted to protect them. Abruptly she hugged Demetri, whom embraced her back. “We’ll be safe.” With a half hearted smile, he patted Reira on the shoulder and left her room. Reira would then approach Mischa and sat beside her, wrapping her arms around her friend, no, her sister. “Shh, don’t cry now. It’s okay. I won’t let them hurt you. It wasn’t your fault. No one will know. Not even Gabriel.”

Closing her eyes, she leaned her head on Mischa’s and began humming a comforting tune. It pained her, it really did to know she would have to pretend she didn’t know anything, to have to lie to Gabriel and try her best to comfort his ‘loss’. But, blood was thicker.