A/N: So I wrote this a while ago and posted it on Questionable Questing, but wasn't quite sure if I should put it up here or not. Then I got over myself and decided that yes, I did want to share it with my FF dot net readers as well. This is a bonus chapter, and while I CANNOT promise there will ever be another one, I won't completely rule it out either.

Enjoy~

What Happens When Vali Gets Bored

To put it bluntly, I got bored quite frequently. Boredom is just a fact of life after you've lived for over eleven hundred years. It was the turn of the twenty third century, and I had spent much of the last couple hundred years working on fixing all of the world's problems, along with unifying it under one government secretly under my control. I'd eventually decided I needed a break.

It was the first time I'd ever completely vanished for an extended length of time, but now that I had done it, I could easily see that it wouldn't be the last. Erasing myself from existence using witchcraft to hide my presence and disguise my physical and supernatural presence, I'd meandered somewhere into what had once been Russia, finding a place with a decent sized and most importantly growing human population, but minimal supernatural influence.

This led to the existence of human crime organizations that were actually human crime organizations, instead of fronts for vampires, werewolves, or witches. Creating my own crime syndicate would have been child's play, and also would have made the whole point of a vacation slightly pointless. So I joined one instead, a small organization just getting their start that needed reliable muscle in order to be able to throw their weight around a bit better, as well as stand tall against the organizations that were already entrenched.

Considering that while I was most certainly holding back almost the entirety of my power for this little exercise, I still wasn't the type to accept failure, I quickly became the Boss' favorite hitman. A man who went by the name Alexei, he accepted me easily despite my American accent, especially after I dealt with another small group just starting up in the space of a night, leading to his territory and organization doubling in size ahead of schedule.

Now though, another organization had taken an interest in what Alexei was building. An older, larger, and all together more powerful organization. My 'boss' hid it well, but there was the common traces of fear in his face and tone when he'd spoken to me about meeting with them in his stead. He dressed it up by claiming that we couldn't afford to show weakness at this time by having him do the meeting and that he had full confidence in my ability to speak for him and our group's best interests.

But at the end of the day, his true thoughts were obvious to me even without me using compulsion or mind meld to read them. He was sending me as a sacrificial lamb, hoping that if this group proved to be hostile I would take out whoever I could with me, and give him enough chance to either retaliate or more likely flee the city. Part of my was disappointed in his cowardice, but another more honest part of me had to admire his pragmatism and admit that if I was in his shoes without any of my power, strength, or immortality, I would probably be just as cowardly.

So I went in his place as he asked, knowing I had nothing to truly fear regardless of how the meeting went, beyond possibly being forced to expose some of my true nature to the criminal mortals. I was met at the VIP entrance of a particularly extravagant night club and let in after being frisked thoroughly by the bouncer. Given that I'd come completely unarmed, he was left disappointed at the end of it.

Escorting by two more men through the back of the night club, I discovered that the place was built over an underground facility when I was directed into an elevator that proceeded to descend four floors down into the earth. I kept a placid smile on my face the entire time, never reacting to a single bit of it, betraying no outward emotions.

As my escorts stepped out of the elevator and took their places on either side of it, I stepped out as well to find myself in some sort of modern throne room. People littered the area, but I found my eyes focused solely on the one in front of me, walking down the middle of the room to come to a stop several feet from what I could only call a throne, upon which sat what I could only call a Queen.

She wasn't of course, queens and nobility were a thing of the past in this new world, but she was in charge here, that much I could tell. She was also extremely beautiful, and not at all insecure in flaunting that beauty. She wore an outfit that exposed much of her skin, though the ostentatious cape she had on probably covered a significant amount of her exposed flesh when she was standing.

In one hand, she held a half full wine glass which she'd been sipping went I stepped out of the elevator, and in the other she casually held a handgun, her arm hanging part way off the arm of her chair, leaving the gun slanted towards the ground as she took me in. her lips parted and she spoke, attracting my attention from the way her exposed legs crossed over each other to hide her in a bit of decency.

"You are the one they name Alexei?"

My placid smile still in place, I settle my stance and place my hands behind my back, "I am not. Alexei sends his regards and regrets that he could not attend this meeting. I am here in his place with full authority to negotiate on his behalf.

She scoffs at my flowery speech, causing my already burgeoning respect for her to rise even further when she replies with confidence and bluntness befitting her position of assumed power, "This was not a meeting, it was a summons. How am I to threaten this weakling upstart properly, when he is too cowardly to even present himself to me?"

My smile takes a slight edge to it but remains entirely genial as I respond, "If it pleases you to do so, you can always threaten me. I shall make sure to pass it along to Alexei."

Her lush red lips press into a thin line that takes a bit away from her beauty yet at the same time enhances it as she studies me like a particularly fascinating piece of meat. Or perhaps she sees more than just a piece of meat as after several tense moments of silence, she surprises me with her insight by saying, "No, I think not. You are too calm, too relaxed. Threats will do nothing to sway you. Perhaps instead, you can be an example to Alexei. Then, next time I order him to come before me, he will do so if he wishes to continue operating in my city."

I take a moment to appreciate the humor in her commenting on having no desire to threaten me, while in the next breath threatening my life. In response, my smile changes into a grin and I step forward. My beautiful hostess certainly sees something that alarms her in my expression, as the gun in her hand is suddenly up and cocked, and behind me I hear multiple firearms cocked and pointed at my back as well.

It is of no matter, as I've already stopped moving forward, content to stand still once again, though this time much closer to her, and with a wicked grin on my face as I speak lowly. Those around us will have to strain to listen in, but I know that the woman in front of me will hear every word, "If you believe that such a course of action is in your best interests, I will not move as you pull that trigger."

She continues to stare into my eyes for several long moments, seconds ticking by as those around us get more jittery and nervous, but I continue to be nothing but an absolute bastion of calm and civility. While my supposed executioner does her best to hide it, even she's beginning to get nervous in my presence. Still, after another long pause, she appears to relax, pointing her gun loosely at the ground once more, "There is another way for you to satisfy me."

I raise an eyebrow to both acknowledge her innuendo and the fact that I'm listening. She continues on with a light smirk growing on her face, "Prove that you're worth more to me alive than dead. Kill Alexei and take over his organization as my lieutenant."

Staring at her in silence, I give the appearance of thinking it over before shaking my head in the negative, "If I wanted to take Alexei's place I would have done so already. Such an offer will not buy you my loyalty."

Her smile thins but remains in place as she stares at me piercingly, "All men have their price."

My grin widens in response, "I agree." Making it very clear I can be bought.

That draws a soft chuckle from the powerful woman and she sets down the wine glass she's been holding all this time to wave a hand at me dismissively, "Then go and bring me Alexei's head. When you return, I will give you your price."

The unspoken threat of death if that price was too unreasonable hung clearly in the air. It was a sensible decision on her part, still confident that she could put me down like a rabid dog if necessary, but too intrigued by the potential idea of collaring me to do so now without more reason. A win win scenario for her, more so than it had been for Alexei when he sent me here.

If I failed, Alexei would probably end up running scared anyways, and if I succeeded and brought her his head, she gained a new asset or would have me killed if my price was ridiculous. Either way Alexei would still be dead and out of her hair for free. Not even bothering to hide my amusement at her manipulation, I bow lowly in deference and spin on my heel to walk out of her court.

It wasn't until I left the night club behind that I realized I never actually did get her name. There wasn't really a moment where it'd come up though to be fair.

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The next time I came to the night club I was kitted out in full tactical infiltration gear, along with a large backpack filled with everything I would need to make an… impression. Getting all of this had been easy with the resources of my boss at my full disposal. Not really one for subtletly, I assaulted the night club from the front, shooting out the legs of the bouncers at the door and causing the line at the door to run screaming.

I pushed inside the front doors before the club go into full lock down and shot the gun out of the hand of the woman operating the ticket booth for entry. She screamed in pain, cradling her bleeding hand even as I continued further on and silently patted myself on the back for learning to use my reflexes for that particular trick.

As I got deeper into the club, I encountered stiff resistance. So I threw several smoke grenades and flashbangs into the largest concentrations of gunmen, causing screams of pain and confusion. Moving up while they were distracted, I disabled anyone that I came across as I made my way to the elevator I'd been brought to my first time through.

Of course it's shut down, but that's not really something that will stop me. Grabbing at the doors, I pull hard and force them open, exposing the dark elevator shaft. Cheating a bit, getting down to the correct floor is simple enough. Situating myself above the entryway, I pull the doors open from above and am immediately greeted by a hail of bullets through the now open entry way.

When the inevitable pause in fire comes, I throw in my last two smoke grenades, obscuring the entrance of the elevator and finally entering the room. Dropping my backpack and most of my other equipment, all I kept was a sack that I pulled free of the abandoned pack as I stalked forward out of the smoke and met the first of the defenders.

There's a common belief held amongst most martial art disciplines; When you pit a martial artist, no matter his skill against a man with a gun, the odds will never be in the martial artist's favor. Firearms had done a phenomenal damage of destroying the concept of melee combat as anything more than an art form.

Unless one was an ancient immortal monster with honed reflexes and a thousand years of combat experience along with hundreds of thousands of hours training with the finest masters to ever live. I'd even given the ones I liked the gift of immortality so I didn't have to lose their knowledge. With that in mind, I moved forward with my sack in one hand and nothing in the other, and I began to slowly tear my way across the room towards a familiar woman sitting on a familiar throne.

Careful never to go too far beyond human limitations, I'm sure I still made for quite the sight, as I waded through fighter after fighter, breaking limbs, using bodies as bullet sponges, and generally just tearing through the overwhelming number of sadly mortal and thus understandably weak enemies, until I finally came to a stop in front of the woman who'd threatened me in one breath and offered me the world in the next last time I'd stood before her.

This time, she deigns to stand, pointing her gun directly at my head from only a couple feet away and staring me down. I just grin and take this moment to finally upend the contents of the sack in my hand onto the floor at her feet. Alexei's decapitated head rolls free, not quite hitting her heels but stopping between us.

To her credit, she does not let the firearm pointed at me waver, but she does glance down to see exactly what I've done now. My actions provoke a very real emotional response from her this time, as her eyes widen in surprise and she snaps her gaze back up to me. Her red lips open as if to speak and then close. The next time though, she does manage to get the words out, "Why all of this, if you have fulfilled the contract?"

I can't help grinning wickedly as I spread my arms wide and explain myself, "Last time I was here, I felt as if you were perhaps underestimating me. I have a very short list of people I respect and it hurts me when one of them does not acknowledge what I am capable of. I sought to show you what my loyalty is worth."

Her lips purse together once more and I find I'm starting to enjoy it when she does so. The silence drags on for several long moments as she clearly decides whether or not to shoot me here and now. I figure my chances are fifty fifty at this point. If she actually blows a hole in my skull, I'll probably laugh it off and turn her right now. If she doesn't, I imagine I'll make her work for it for a while.

In the end, she does not, instead lowering her gun, taking a look around the destroyed room before smiling a not so nice smile at me, "Come then. Let us discuss your place in my organization, along with the reward you have earned for dealing with this pathetic upstart in private."

I certainly have no problem with that, following her out of the room full of dead or groaning people to what I assume will be her office so we can begin negotiations. It's my turn to be surprised when instead I find myself in what are clearly her bedchambers, and she's setting the gun down as she removes her cape and then begins removing even more.

Still, I have no issue with this and begin to 'get comfortable' the same as her. As she turns to eye me up and down, I can't help a thought that intrudes on my mind in that moment, despite the vision of physical beauty before me, "You know, I still don't know your name. Mine is Matthew, in case your sources hadn't already told you."

That gets a raised eyebrow from my new boss. She sashays over to me and runs a finger down my exposed chest, "Yes, I suppose if you're going to work for me, you should know what to call me. My name is Sofia. But you will refer to me as Mistress, both in and out of the bedroom."

I raised my eyebrows at that, getting a very specific vibe now. I was to be the new pet, used until found wanting and then tossed aside but kept on to deal with the trash. In fact, now that we were alone I could smell just how aroused Sofia was right now. I had to wonder just how much she got off on dominating powerful men. Unfortunately for her, I was not a man.

Smiling as I caught her wrists in my hands, I step closer and bring our chests together, "You will have to earn that title So-fi-ah."

I sound out each part of her name, delighting in the way she gets angrier with each syllable. Then, she's launching a knee at my groin and the game is on.

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In the end, Sofia does not manage to establish control of the bedroom. She learns to enjoy my particular form of domination in bed, so long as she maintains control when not tangled in the sheets. I even call her Mistress when we're in court and she's giving me orders or I'm reporting on a successful mission.

My place as her favorite is solidified early on, and after some of her disgruntled lieutenants take offense to my meteoric rise and attempt to do something about it, I end up as her second in command as well, helping her clean up the messes left behind by their tragic and horrific deaths. I know that she's growing attached to me, when she turns a complete blind eye to the circumstances of those deaths.

In fact, as time moves on and we practically consume the entire criminal underworld in the span of a few months, I do believe I can pinpoint the exact moment that Sofia falls in love with me. In moments of honest vulnerability after I've turned her into a puddle of pleasured flesh curled up against me as we cuddle, she tells me she doesn't know how she would live without me, nor how she existed without my presence before meeting me.

I just smile and stroke her hair, knowing that she'd learned early on that I did not profess love or affection vocally. I did not love her anyways, though I had grown affectionate for her. She had the makings of a good leader and was a beautiful intelligent woman. Frankly, if she was a werewolf I would have already coerced her into allowing me to father a child with her.

That said, when the time came that we found our base of operations under open attack by a seemingly unstoppable force, I stepped in front of Sofia's throne to meet the obvious ancient vampire laying waste to her people, ready to finally break the masquerade and reveal myself for what I truly was. Of course, when the dust finally settled and I was faced with a familiar redhead who knelt before me instantly, I had to acknowledge that the masquerade was already broken.

With a sigh, I look down at one of my favorite Disciples with an expression of fond exasperation, "Ravia, when I made you my sole confidant at the start of this little vacation, it was not so that you could tear through a crime syndicate and reveal our existence to mortals who have no inkling of us."

Ravia keeps her head bowed as she speaks in a quiet submissive tone, as she normally does when addressing me, "Apologies Master, but there is a problem. As always, I am yours to do with as you please."

I let out another sigh, the urge to grimace at the first half of her statement warring with the urge to smile at the last half. If Ravia was willing to break my vacation, then whatever problem there is has to be a big one, a possibly earth shattering one that requires my immediate attention. Unfortunate, but that's what happens when you make yourself the strongest being in the world.

Eventually, I nod and flick a finger that causes her to rise, though she still keeps her head down. Dismissing her for the moment, I turn to face Sofia, who is looking at the two of us with a combination of confusion and anger. Sofia does truly hate not knowing what's going on, so I completely understand the anger. Still, I'm nothing if not a tease.

Stepping towards my 'Mistress' I draw a vial of blood from my jacket that I'd been holding onto for a few weeks now, knowing this diversion was always going to end eventually. Coming up the steps to her throne, I held out the vial and she took it, staring at it uncomprehendingly for several long moments before looking back at me.

I take the moment to put on my gameface and a smile, showing off my black and gold eyes and rows of hybrid fangs. She takes in a breath and her eyes widen as her body goes rigid, freezing up like a deer in the headlights as she recognizes that she's been harboring a monster… and not just harboring, but bedding.

With a light chuckling, I reach up and caress her cheek, "Darling Sofia. Our time together has been fun, but such distractions are fleeting and always come to an end. This is goodbye."

To her credit, she finds her voice enough to hold up the vial, "And this?"

Smiling, I step back from her, "A parting gift. If you wish to seek me out, if you wish to seek true power and eternal life, you must drink from that vial and then kill yourself. When you awaken, drinking from any human will secure your immortality. If this does not interest you, keep it as a reminder of our time together, a souvenir if you will. Whatever you choose, take care of yourself darling. I had fun while it lasted."

With that, I turn my back on the powerful, beautiful, intelligent, but most importantly mortal woman, and begin my walk towards the exit, Ravia falling into step slightly behind and to my left, as she was wont to do. As I walked away from Sofia, I heard the pop as the vial was opening. I listened as the delectable tones of a throat swallowing a thick liquid and as I stepped through the door way, I heard the sound of a single gunshot.

My grin stayed on my face until Ravia explained the full extent of the Problem to me hours later on the plane ride back to America.

A/N: So yeah this was actually inspired by an image that I can't actually link here cuz of silly FF dot net rules. I'll try to give it to ya anyways:

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Close the gaps and you'll be able to look at it.

Also if you haven't yet (most of you probably have) you should check out my newer stories, some of which are sequels to this, one if which is not.