"Pilot" [Season 1 Episode 1]

[Haden Mathias]

“Pilot”

Footsteps echoed throughout the hall of that near-secluded mansion. Oddly enough, it was quiet for that time of night seeing as it was only 1am. So strange. It seemed as if the entire mansion was occupied by this lone individual who was casually making his way down the tiled floors of this east-wing hallway. Without warning, he stopped and glanced out the window, taking a few moments to watch the rain beat silently against the glass; knowing, somewhere above him, the rain was beating like a thousand drummers against the roof top. He glanced up, even if it was just to see the concrete ceiling that acted as the flooring for the level above him, and he pictured lying in his room, listening to this very rain as it sent him to a sleep he longed for right at this point. Then it hit him, he hadn’t known when the rain had actually begun, and mostly likely, he would not be conscious of the fact that it had stopped when such a time came around.

Without further aimless hesitation, he set his gaze forward and continued onward on his solitary walk along the stretch before he made the left turn at the end which lead him to two small, opened double doors. On entry, his echoing footsteps no longer kept him company as his footsteps were now muffled by the strip of cream carpeting that escorted him up to a larger pair of doors. Politely, he knocked upon one, signalling his impending presence, then he placed both his hands against them and actually put some effort into pushing them open and he did not stop until there was significantly enough space for someone twice his side to pass through comfortably. Once that small feat was accomplished, he entered and he walked at a pace slower than that he had employed prior. Now that he had reached his destination, he had no need to hasten himself.

Like many of the rooms in this mansion, this room was decorated with the same carpeting, the same brand of furniture, similarly coloured and styled drapes made of elegant silk and lace, a high ceiling and walks made of limestone. But unlike the others rooms, this one was unique in that it had a large fireplace dead ahead and it severely lacked furniture as there was only a curved couch that sat before the fireplace, a circular bed that was set in the right side of the room and on its polar opposite was a large desk with a chair to suit. The room lacked quite a bit, but looking at its simplicity, he could see why he always admired it; why he always preferred it to all the other rooms this mansion of sorts had to offer. For one thing, it did not have any of those repugnant looking statues that were never seen in this place until a few years back, courtesy of the new people in charge. With that now hitting his thoughts, he finally focussed less on the room’s décor and more on the other two occupants who had their eyes on him from the minute the doors budged.

Both of them stood by the fireplace, and the way they were posed showed that were interrupted from what had to be a very intimate conversation. Her body, slender yet curvaceous in the right places and adorned in a slim-fitting black strapless dress, was turned to her partner. One had held on to the side of the stone fireplace while the other hung loose at her side, her fingertips holding onto the edges of the wineglass whose contents were bordering empty. From her shoulders up however, she had twisted around enough so that her elegant face could be seen. To him, she always looked like one of those movies from the black ‘n white, classical era where women wore those fantastically stunning dresses, bold lipstick and their hair was done as she had hers, curly with some locks cascading down her forehead. Usually, when she carried herself, her face bore that of one so regal and untouchable, but right now, she held a slight smile on her full lips, and, it seemed, her hazel eyes were sighing with pleasure at his presence. He didn’t know why, but when her partner’s hand appeared from nowhere and placed itself upon her shoulder before creeping up her neck to her cheek; sending her body into a subtle frenzy, his eyes narrowed and he lowered his gaze.

Foolishly, he had forgotten himself, he had forgotten his place in this room and he was quick to make that known. Wasting no more time, he halted his approach, got down on one knee and bowed his head. Silence followed. Then he drew a breath and exhaled deeply. “You wished to see me…My Lord, My Lady?” He asked. Though his voice was low it was somewhat deep so it carried through the silence and met the other two but each received it in different ways. The male smirked, but the woman offered a sad smile.

“You do not have to bow before us.” She spoke. Her voice so kind; so gentle.

“Like hell he does.” Came the brash tone of her partner.

He looked up. His gaze first met hers and returned her kind smile with a blank, expressionless face; then he looked over at the male. Comparing, this man was an inch or two shorter. His dark brown hair matched his partners but his was times shorter. His complexion was not as pale as hers; he lacked facial hair and his dark brown eyes, as always, held something smug about them. Wonder why? His physique was not so bad. He was in great shape actually…not really a stretch to wonder why she would enjoy his company…more specifically, the sex. This night, he and his partner matched even in attire with him dressed in a black dress shirt with the sleeve buttons and the shirt’s top button left undone and it was tucked, poorly, into a pair of black wash jeans that flowed down into a pair of black K-Swiss shoes. He definitely understood, now, why he had felt that way when he had touched her…he repulsed this man to his smallest cell. Try to think how much it burned for him to serve under him.

“It is fine ma’am…I have to.” He responded, taking his preference to look at her rather than him before he lowered his head.

“Fine then, at least rise.” She answered quickly.

He listened to her partner’s frustrated sigh and with some feeling of personal triumph, he got to his feet and looked from one to the next, waiting for one or the other to speak and fill him in on why he was summoned and oddly enough, he was willing to wait, it was not like he had some busy schedule to keep.

“We have found it.” The male said, his voice still brash.

“What Aiden means too say is that we have found her.” She interjected quickly. “A young woman, around the age of seventeen, maybe eighteen years of age…she resides here in San Francisco so I guess that the move here was not a loss…”

“Not a total loss.” Aiden added before frustration caused him to move away from his partner by the fireplace.

He watched as Aiden walked over to the desk and take a seat. For some seconds after, the two exchanged silent gazes but if they could be interpreted, they would say things that could raise demons from hell and clip the wings of angels. Seriously, he just did not like him. Not after what happened. To be honest, he’d like Aiden more at the end of dagger…a very sharp one.

“Ignore him.” Came Emelia’s voice and it sounded so very close.

He glanced back to her but he couldn’t help his heart when it skipped a beat. She was there, right in front of him. Her big hazel eyes looking right into his. Those freckles on her nose never looked so cute and her lips, never so appealing and she smelled, oh God she smelled amazing, just like before. He longed so much to step to her, place his hands to her hips and lure her in for a kiss that would last beyond eternity. If only she wasn’t so untouchable…if only. “Is there something, specifically, that you request of me?” He asked, genuinely wondering what this had to do with him now that he was out of the cage that was her gaze.

“You are going to get her, bring her here and I’ll do the rest.” Aiden instructed without hesitation.

“We will keep her here for the next month until the night arrives and the plans will be completed. Truthfully, there is no one else better for this task. I see your success rate towering above that of any other.” Emelia said as her snake like tongue worked her words like she worked her men.

“I don’t get it…why am I the one to do something like this? Don’t you have anyone else?”

“Yes, of course we do…but you are not like anyone else we can order around, you know that too.” Emelia said, trying to wrap her subtle coercion technique around him. Most likely, it was the same way she roped in that fool Aiden.

But she was right…he was not like anyone else she could order to do her bidding…in fact, on this entire continent, there were only eight others besides him who could do what he could and similar, Emelia and Aiden included. And because he didn’t have that kind of status, other than that of a lowly foot soldier, he was the prime candidate for the job whether he liked it or not…whether he wanted to or not. Within this order, there was no maybe or no, there was always: “Yes.”

“Very good then.” Emelia said after the brightest smile spread across her face. She had won. “You can take your team, go to her house and take her…kill her immediate family and plant a body beyond any medical recognition in her room before you torch the place.”

It was times like this when he realized that her beautiful hazel eyes, her full lips, her soft, pale skin and her smooth, melodic tone were just her weapons. Underneath, her heart; her soul were black as the night about them. Manipulative demon…that’s what she was and so much more. Yet, she still had a way with him…damn.

“It will be done…My Lady, My Lord.”

With his new orders, he sunk to his knee and respectfully bowed before he got up and sharply turned and headed back for the door, closing them with a soft snap before he made his way back to his room. Preparation had to be made and a plan had to be executed before the night disappeared with the coming dawn.



[COMMERCIAL]

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Raze burst through the doors to his room and was set on heading right to his king sized bed but that dream was shot to hell seeing as his room was occupied currently by three others. His eyes first fell to the tall, leggy, long haired, blonde beauty who was stretched across his bed, reading the latest issue of On The Record, then his eyes shot to the window where a pale, Caucasian man, just a few inches short with his hair shaved was peering through the curtains and lastly, he turned to his immediate right and glanced at the short blond who was busy tapping away at his desktop’s keyboard. He stood there, fearing he may burst a blood vessel and as he was about to yell them out of his room, the blond on his bed spoke.

“How did it go?” She asked, lazily turning a page.

Raze looked at her silently, then he sighed and headed over to the bed, sitting on the edge just millimetres from her feet. He undid the sleeve buttons to his long sleeved black dress shirt then he sighed. “They found the girl…she wants me…us…to go get her. Tonight.”

Immediately, the blond at the computer stopped web browsing and the man at the window ceased his gazing and both glanced over to Rave, both having their interests peaked. Yet, the blond in his bed acted unperturbed by the news and continued reading.

“How could you not expect that?” She asked as if stating the obvious. “You are not like the rest of us, so it would be times easier for you to subdue and capture her…that is, if she is as gifted as they say she is.”

“She is.”

“Then there is no problem.” She went on. She shifted till she was seated at the edge of the bed, then she got up and walked, barefooted, across the room. “I’m going to get ready, be back in an hour.” She added before leaving the room with silent footsteps.

“I’m going too…be nice to get a bit of a stretch after this hiatus of ours. Fifteen minutes…no…make it twenty.” Younger, short blond said as she got to her feet, following the other.

Raze turned and glanced at the last. He still remained at the window and his gaze was once again back out the window. Silence filled the moments before either one of them decided to speak and frankly, he wished someone did because he was not one for silence…especially when he was being deprived of the privacy of his own room. “So…what do you make of all of this Alex?” Raze asked, breaking the mind-shattering quiet. “Do you still think this isn’t worth the trouble anymore now that we found what we all had been looking for or has your view changed now?”

His gaze shifted from the window and his hand released the curtain he had held aside. Once it had closed, these was an odd glow to the room; barely enough to make out an expression on Alex’s face but Raze could tell that his brother still felt the same and he was not afraid to make his point of view known…to Raze at least. “I’ll be getting ready.”

Now he was finally alone. He climbed further up his bed and laid face up but with his eyes closed. Of course they were all right, especially Eryn…he was not like them and as gifted as this girl would be, he would be able to handle her. Heh! He could take down that bad-assed Aiden any day of the week and besides, it was not like he was going to pass on this. He had been waiting for this day for so very long and once they had the girl. Things would change for the better and all he had to do was, however grudgingly, play the good foot soldier and do his masters’ bidding. Not exactly an easier said than done scenario but it was similar. He’d definitely get the job done…but having to follow orders for those two, especially him…he’d prefer to have his flesh peeled off with a dull butter knife. What an image. Anyway, he had a job to do, no sense wasting any more time. Raze got up off the bed, dreading having only a few minutes of comfort which felt more like seconds and walked into bathroom. For a minute he stood and looked at his reflection. His eyes were tired. His black hair need to be cut to a length he was more comfortable with. He leaned toward the mirror so he could have a closer look at his eyes. They were dark…that could only mean that the blood moon was out. The full moon. “Going to be an interesting night.” He mused to himself before he stripped down to his flesh and stepped into the shower.

Twenty minutes later he was sitting three steps from the bottom right outside the doors to the old mansion. Before him was parked his Aston Martin Rapide. A little something he picked up some months back and it’s one gift that he hasn’t been disappointed with…yet. He glanced at his watch impatiently then frustration caused him to get to his feet so the whole world could get a look at how he was dressed that night and he was on even with it being something formal-casual. He was dressed in something that was completely Armani: black, classic fit jeans, a black, long sleeved casual yet polished shirt buttoned all the way up and topped with a black long sleeved coat that ran smoothly along his shoulders and back and brushed just below his calves. The overall look was ended with a pair of square tipped black shoes and a pair of Armani sunglasses.

He pushed his hands into his pockets, wrapping the fingers of his left around his car keys as he leaned against the Rapide’s front passanger door, staring at the mansions large double doors. Patiently waiting for three individuals who seemed ignorant of the time or their task but thankfully he didn’t have to wait much longer. The doors open and with Alex being such a gentleman she stepped out first, dressed similarly to Raze but with a much shorter jacket, and opened the door so the two blonds could make their exit. Lyn, the short blond, was dressed typically in a pair of blue jeans, an innocent white top and white sneakers…and then came Eryn. Beautiful just the way she was, it seemed like anything she put on magnified that amazing fact. That black top she wore hugged her breasts perfectly and the fact that it showed that tattoo that surrounded her pierced belly button and the one just above her butt made her choice of shirt even better and those jeans fitted like a second skin to her nice ass and things and then she add that provocative touch with those stiletto heels that clicked as the three descended the stone steps.

“Ready.” Eryn announced as she pushed her hand into Raze’s left pocket and pulled out his car keys, leaving him to take shotgun while she took the controls to his car. “So where to?” She asked after sticking the key into the ignition.

“BlackOut. She’s a waitress there.”


[COMMERCIAL]


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She get it pop it lock it drop it,
That birthday cake,
Got a candle, need to blow that crazy flame away
Now take my red, black card and my jewellery
Shawty is cool like the fire,
Cool like fire

Somebody call 911
Shawty fire burning on the dance floor
Whoa
I gotta cool her down
She won't bring the roof to ground on the dance floor
Whoa…



The music was practically shattering her eardrums but she couldn’t help but put a smile on her face. Not because she had to since she was working, but because she was enjoying the music despite the fact that her ears had to be extra sensitive towards the orders of the customers. She was in the back room after taking a small breather, the club was surprisingly busy tonight and she had figured she was on her feet for hours. She had lost a sense of time, the cute black watch that was wrapped loosely around her wrist had given in and stopped ticking, and so instead of it being a source of time telling, it was merely a fashion accessory to match the short frilly black skirt that had stuck to her body. She walked up to the bar and leaned against it with the black tray separating her from the customer as the bartender was setting her up with the ordered drinks. She had caught the gaze of a man staring down at her, and it was only then that she had noticed her dress was lifted slightly to show an uncomfortable amount of thigh; her leg which was resting on an unoccupied stool was swiftly moved. She couldn’t stand another subtle whistle from a poor old pervert again tonight.

The bartender couldn’t have finished sooner as she moved quickly away from behind the counter where the whistler was in clear view to her, to where she was more or less unseen in his view line. Walking slowly across the floor, drinks on tray, balancing the tray and eyes staring at her from behind, she stopped suddenly. She turned around to notice that the man that had whistled at her just before was the perpetrator. She hated it when it happened, when men would find it amusing to slap her ass and pretend as though it was simply an extension of their chauvinism. She bit her lips, and held back her words, only offering a shy smile and turned once more in the direction of the target table. It was then when it happened. Her blue coloured eyes met with his from across the room. It was in this brief three seconds that the room fell silent and the usual swift motion of the dance club was unusually slow in her mind. They say a picture can speak a thousand words, but those three seconds spoke several unwritten books. She blinked and it was over, her attention once again fell onto the table right in front of her where she rested the beer and vodkas down politely, offering a perfect smile and a seductive stare at each barren gray haired troll.

Once her table had been satisfied, she set her eyes on the four new comers, but she was more so stuck on the dark haired one who had glanced her way before. He wasn’t as pale as the other two but that was not to say the others were…well, gorgeous in their own right. The older blond woman, with the long, golden blond hair was simply stunning. It was like her skin, perfect as it was, glowed in this darkly lit are of the club, and the other blond, she looked do pure and so innocent and then there was the other make with his hair cut so low that such a style seemed to only be capable of working on him and he had these serious eyes that looked as if they could carry silent conversations with anyone…and then her eyes returned to the first. A quick glance around confirmed that she was currently the only waitress within the immediate vicinity and job protocol dictated she service all the clubs clients despite her deep attraction to the dark haired one who just looked so serious yet purposely oblivious to all that was happening around him and that…that was just so hot to her. In some ways she felt so lucky having him to herself, well, at least having first crack at him, but in other ways…she felt so very intimidated, by him… and by the gorgeous woman who sat right beside him.

Clutching the black tray tightly, she turned fully toward their table and slowly started to approach. As she moved, she could not help but keep her eyes on him. Fidgeting for that small yellow bad and that fine point, blue ink Faber Castel pen didn’t even coax her transfixed eyes from him and it did not matter that he was not looking anywhere in her direction but it did seem to matter when the gorgeous blond leaned over and whispered something in his ear before she got to her feet. Kyle stopped in her tracks and lowered her gaze, fighting to stop herself from lifting her eyes as the woman walked passed her like a model on a Paris runway. A glance back confirmed that her competition had body as well as beauty but so did she and she figured she could put up a good enough fight…she could. Who was she kidding? She glanced down at her breasts, moaned then walked onward. She had a job to do.

“Welcome to BlackOut, what will you be having tonight?” She asked the three, intentionally not looking at the dark haired one but more to the guy with the shaved head. He looked cuter up close. But it was the young blond who had spoke.

“Yes…since I am buying I would like four…hmmm…four Passoas. Bring the bottle. Thanks.” She said without even taking her eyes off the dance floor.

She glanced at the other guy for confirmation, then, with reluctance, to the dark haired guy and she seriously wished she hadn’t. He was looking right at her and she felt as if his gaze had latched onto her and paralyzed her from the head down…and his irises were so dark. Yes, she had seen some people with eyes so dark that they looked black…but his looked much darker. There was something eternal about them, yet, mesmerizing and she figured he was not as uncomfortable as she was with this lock of gazes and the other two were almost undisturbed by this, almost. The other guy, was looking from her to him with interest.

“Four glasses and a bottle of Passoa…coming right up.” She confirmed for them all to hear before she sharply turned, hoping to salvage what was left of her already limited self-esteem but the minute she walked into the occupied chair behind her, nearly knowing its occupant to the floor, she pretty much felt that there was nothing left to salvage of the wreckage. Actually, after this order was put through, she figured she’d head home and sleep the night off. “Get me four glasses and a bottle of Passoa.” She requested, setting the tray atop the bar while she leaned against it, staring off in the direction of the table she had practically ran from. The other woman was back now and they all seemed rapt in conversation…probably talking about her, minus the laughter.

“You’re set Kyle.” One of the bartenders said as he set the glasses and the black bottle atop the tray.

“Thanks…oh and tell the boss that I’m heading in earlier…got some stuff to do, you know.” She said, not daring to make eye contact with the “eccentric” bartender but the chuckle that came from him said that he had seen through her, like always.

“Bastards got you down again? Don’t worry babe, I got you. Just be prepared to pull double shift double time tomorrow.” The bartender said with a smirk before he slapped a towel onto this shoulder and went back to work.

She heaved a sigh and lifted the tray off the counter and made her way, professionally, back over to the table. The closest opening for her at the table was between ‘dark haired’ and the young blond and unfortunately, she’d practically be staring the older one right in the eye. Mother was right, as annoying as that sounded in her head. Should have stayed in University. But no… “Here you go, four glasses…” She began as she set the glasses down in front of each of them, taking note of that very nice cologne ‘dark haired’ was wearing, “…and your bottle of Passoa…would you like me to pour it for you?” She went on, self-labelling herself as a glutton for punishment.

“Yes thank you.” The older blond said.

“No.” He spoke. ‘Dark Haired’ spoke and his voice was what a man’s voice should sound like, no offence to the other who was probably his friend, but it was like…it was strong, firm but it was light at the same time. “That would not be necessary, thank you.” He glanced up at her, their eyes met for another moment before she tore them away, smiled at the other three and left. She was going home before her knees gave out.


[COMMERCIAL]

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Kylie Whitt pushed her house key into the lock, turned then let herself into her small apartment otherwise known as home. Most likely, her parents were asleep, and her little brother so she opted to be quiet. She closed the door behind her, turned the lock, latched the bolt then dropped her clutch bag, the small bag of groceries and her keys on the counter. If she could she would have found some energy to put her stuff away but she barely had enough to take her around the corner into her tiny bedroom and that’s what she used it for. She flicked the light switch for her room, illuminating the mess off the room. She really had to clean…sometime…eventually. Right now, it was all about sleep. She made the attempt to take off her clothes but that idea left her head rather quickly the moment her vision for fuzzy-er. So rather than finish what she started, she flicked the switch off and dropped into her bed which creaked before it went silent. Soon, sleep took hold of her and claimed her for the remainder of the days earliest hours.

She was having the strangest dream…she was sleeping, so it had to be one of these dreams that started with her asleep then waking. And as she woke, she started to feel hot…then spoke started to attack her. Something was burning. Something very close was burning. It couldn’t be the house…no one was screaming, no one had come to get her…if they could have. For a dream it wasn’t very clear but she was getting the images and putting it all together. She, wearily, got to her feet and near-staggered into the hallway. That moment, all fatigue escaped her and her vision was clear as day now. Her home was lit up in flames. The ceiling was burning, charred pieces of wood were fall all about here, the path to the other bedrooms were blocked off by a wall of fire…there was no way…there was no way she could…he body froze. She glanced to her bare right shoulder and looked at the pale hand that now rested there. She flinched after a delayed moment and turned to see who it was while shrugging off the limb and there he stood with those eternal black…then everything went white.

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Raze kneeled down beside the young woman’s body. For a moment, he remained in that position with his elbows on his knees; fingers intertwined as he scrutinized her innocent face. Little did he know that his face, that creased forehead of his, was showing some signs of worry. He broke the lock his fingers held and reached his right hand out to her face but he stopped and brought it back to place. “Maybe I overdid it.” He said, now taking notice of her half naked form…if you considered a black Victoria Secret bra and a frilly black skirt half naked.

“No…you did what you had to do. We have to go.” Eryn spoke out amidst the crackling flames, shifting her left leg quickly enough to avoid her stilettos from getting touched by falling wood. “Now would be nice.” She added before heading for the fire escape.

“Yes.” He whispered to himself. He got to his feet, stepped over her body and disappeared into Kylie’s room, reappearing with the shirt she had work to work. He took the time to put it on her, getting dangerously close to her in the process; then he lifted her into his arms. With a last look into her face, then about the home he had helped to destroy, he turned and followed Eryn’s path and stepped onto the fire escape. He glanced at the stairs, then to the girl and the inconvenience she had presented with such an option so he took the other he was more up to than anything else. He took a set closer to the side of the landing that overlooked the alley below and without so much as clutching to anything, he bent his knees slightly and launched himself into the air and as rapidly as he was descended, he was so composed and his landing on the cold, wet concrete was beyond professional. “Get the car.”

[END]

Credits

Josh Hartnett as Raze

Kirsten Dunst as Kylie Whitt

Jessica Alba as Eryn

Wentworth Miller as Alex

Hayden Panettiere as Lyn

Jennifer Garner as Emelia

Jensen Ackels as Aiden

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Ray Alfrey as "Bartender"

Tobias Clarke as "Patron 1"