She sniffed as she holstered her colt revolvers, taking a drag from the cigarette between her lips and blowing the smoke from the free corner of her mouth. Dark stormy blue eyes looked down at the mess at her feet. Dark blood and fur was all that was left of it, glazed red eyes staring lifeless at nothing. She sniffed again and looked around to assess the rest of the abandoned underground subway.

Bodies of lycans and werewolves were scattered all over the place, she glanced over to the bloody bag that she'd tossed next to her as she catched her breath. Satisfied with it she nodded and hoisted it over her shoulder, she began to walk to the stairs as she adjusted her black bowler hat. She pulled her phone out and clicked on speed dial "Have at 'em boys." Was all she said before she hung up and smirked at the rapid footsteps and increasingly louder screeches coming from the stairs on the other side of the station.

The bag was becoming an annoyance. It was slipping from her shoulders due to the blood still dripping out of it and it caused her to almost lose her grip on the opening. Almost getting the contents of it spilled all over the street. Well wouldn't that be just terrific. She thought sarcastically.

She huffed when she felt the bag slip again over her black leather trench coat "Deschain better give me a bonus for this shit." She growled as she adjusted the bag and took another drag of her cig.

People were starting to stare at the 5'2 brunette that was grumbling and huffing as she carried a suspicious bag along the busy streets of New York but the woman wasn't paying them any mind. She just had one destination where she had to get to as quick as possible.

She stopped at a street corner and while she looked around she adjusted her hat, when she was pleased that nobody was near she put the bag down and went to light a cigar, placing it between her lips as she picked the bag back up and continued her way "This ought to do it." She mumbled as she puffed the smoke from her lungs.

After walking for what felt like ages she arrived at the forest where a Ford Mustang Shelby GT500CR Venom 1967 was parked among the trees. It was matte green with black metallic accents and her pride and joy. She'd gotten it from her own hard-earned money when it was just produced after all.

Opening the trunk, she threw the bag on the plastic tray that was sitting in it and closed it. She sniffed as she walked around to the driver's seat a puff of smoke leaving her as she ducked in. She sat there for a few moments, enjoying the calm night and various sounds from nature and the distant city.

She cleared her throat as she ignited the engine, smirking at the loud roar and put her hands on the wooden steering wheel. "Stupid damn cold" she muttered as she sniffed again and rode her car into the hidden road.

Her window was slightly opened and she exhaled another drag of smoke from her lungs as she rode on in silence. She hated the late-night missions. Her lights couldn't be on and she couldn't see shit what most of the time resulted in her car getting scratched. She sighed and hmm'd when she finally saw the mansion doom up behind some trees. Finally. Her engine roared as she sped off towards it.

She killed her engine and got out of the car, gently shutting the door she walked around the car to the trunk and opened it. She grabbed the whole plastic tray and sat it down before she closed the trunk and pressed the 'lock' button on her key fob, two beeps were heard and her lights flashed as she grabbed the tray from the ground.

Huffing at the inconvenience of it all she made her way to the door and grumbled, it opened for her and she began to make her way into the big corridor and she sniffled.

She frowned at the extraness of it all, a big chandelier hung from the ceiling, twin stairs left and right led up to a small platform only to then transform in one big stair, portraits and paintings lining the walls like windows, statues and vases standing at the most impractical spots and rugs. Rugs everywhere. Those shits were expensive.

She humpfed, Deschain really outdid himself with the new location. She made her way to the library as she scowled at every piece of decoration or unnecessary furniture. Really the only good thing is that I'll have a wing all to myself.

The library was the center of the mansion and took up the most of the first floor. It is a big room filled with books all about the supernatural, it was the room where they gathered and left information, every case they'd ever solved or were still solving were stashed away in the archives behind the library, it was only accessible if you pulled the right book back on the right bookshelf. Every artifact they collected over the years of their agency's existence were sat in glass showcases. They all had sections ranging from haunted to just little souvenirs.

Just as she reached the big doors a stone claw came out of nowhere and grabbed the cigar from between her lips, a tail followed to fish the hat from her head. She flinched and glared daggers at the gargoyle that was looking at her with an eyebrow pulled up and an amused smirk. "You know the rules here miss. Mitchell." He had a dragonesque head and the wings still only his body was chiseled in a human man in a suit. "Yeah, yeah Emmet." She rolled her eyes at the servant as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair he deeply chuckled at her exasperation, a sound akin to rocks tumbling down a hill.

She righted the tray and nodded her thanks to Emmet as he held the door open for her.

"BECAW!"

Beca jumped at the yell of her name right next to her ear, the bag that was still soaked in blood momentarily flew through the air. She reacted fast and slid the tray along the wooden floor and sighed in relief when the bag landed on the tray with a wet squelch.

She abruptly turned to him and looked up with a glare that could kill. "Jesse, you piece of shit!" The gangly 10 feet gentleman threw his head back in high pitched, ringing laughter. She grumbled as she crossed her arm "Seriously my best friend just had to be the grandson of spring heeled Jack." Jesse had brown hair that was slicked back, small horns protruding from his head. He had brown eyes that constantly twinkled with mischief, a permanent conspiring smirk seemed to be plastered on his face. The rest of his face though, was concealed by black mask. He was dressed in a dark blue dress shirt and tight black dress pants that were held up by suspenders, a long black cape that reached to his mid-thigh rested around his shoulders and dark brown worn boots sat at his feet. The one thing that really stood out though, were the metal claws he had.

He grinned goofily at her and theatrically bowed "Hello to you too Becs, how did it go? Did you have a good trip back?" he asked as he straightened himself up and went over to a chair, sitting down as he reached it.

She huffed and went over to the tray, picked it up and set it down on the long table. "yeah, well, it was alright, could've been a bit better though, fucking dogs." She spat as she shucked her coat off, leaving her in a beige dress shirt and a grey waistcoat. She looked down at her pants and gritted her teeth when she saw a big stain of dark blood on her dark blue jeans. "Yeah shit how am I supposed to get this out, fuck this." she continued to growl and coughed as she stomped over to a chair and also sat down.

Jesse started to laugh his annoying laugh while Beca grabbed one of her colts and started to inspect it. The demon then turned his attention to the bag "What's in there?" he asked as he walked over to the bag. Beca looked up with a bored look "Have a look" Jesse complied and reached out with his claw, gently opening the bag. He recoiled immediately at the smell that emerged from the bag and when he looked in it he understood why. "What the fuck oh god this is disgusting why is he like this." he groaned as he closed his eyes, hung his head and held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger.

The bag held the spines of the lycans that Beca had killed back in the subway station. That was the only way to kill those bitches, silver doesn't do shit to them opposed to werewolves.

"Bask in it dude, apparently we're going to need this for the newbie, something with being able to make our equipment better against the supernatural." She said as she put her feet up on the table and leaned back with her eyes closed, making herself comfortable.

Jesse just shook his head "What's with them?" Beca opened one eye to look at him. "Something to do with witchcraft but I don't know if it's a dude or a lady." She closed her eye again and tried to get some sleep.

The demon hummed and went back to his seat, clicking his claws as they waited for the rest of the team to get back.

"Good evening mates! How's everything?" Beca groaned at the British accent that followed right after the bang of the door hitting the wall that had woken her up in the first place. "Luke shut up I'm tired and am in no way able to stand you breathing in this place." She grumbled. He laughed and petted her. "Always a pleasure with you Becky." She grunted "Shut up weird charm mix." That got a giggle from Luke. You see, Luke was the child of a beautiful human woman and an incubus, later turned into a vampire by Dracula himself. Smart and attractive, it got them what they needed.

He had blonde hair that always seemed to look good, intense green eyes that seemed to be able to look right into your soul, straight and shining teeth hidden behind two full and pink lips. His stubble only adding to the dimples on his cheeks and the sharp jawline. He didn't like to show it but under the brown renaissance shirt were well-defined muscles and by that, I mean he might as well just wear crop tops with how much he lifted his shirt to show them.

Beca sneezed and then coughed, sniffing right after as she shook her head. "Whoa Becs, are you finally dying?" Luke said jokingly and the brunette glared at him "fuck off man, just because I'm immortal and not able to die any other way either doesn't mean I can't get harmless little stupid things like colds." She said as she sniffed again.

The brunette had been immortal since she became twenty-five in 1502. Her father was a sorcerer and yeah, you get the gist. She'd outlived everyone she loved but after a while she learned that there were benefits to the whole living forever thing. She'd seen and read a lot of things, including the crazy business that earned her bread on the table.

Jesse laughed his signature laugh and came up to them, slapping Luke on the back "I'm good man, where've you been?" He asked him as he went over to the bar and made himself and Luke a whiskey on the rocks. "Jesse, Sazerac." Beca said as she got up and went over to the two. He nodded and set up to make the cocktail. Luke took a sip and put the glass down, his mood visibly souring "I had to sort out a problem they had in Ireland, damn creatures aren't even trying to disguise themselves anymore." He grumbled as he took another sip.

Beca and Jesse looked at each other, they'd knew when Luke's mood went from hundred to zero it was serious.

"He's right though, I've already seen three angles today, there's something really wrong." A female voice said behind them. They turned around and were greeted by Stacie, all three of them couldn't stop staring, no matter how many times they'd see her, they couldn't stop staring. Stacie sighed it's a blessing and a curse she snapped her fingers and they all were shook out of their stupor. "Seriously guys you've got to learn to keep the staring under control" she scolded them with her hands on her by the gods shapen hips. "Sorry Stace but it's not like we can help it, out of all the things you just had to be a nymph!" Beca exclaimed as she wildly gestured with her arms.

Stacie was a beautiful woman dressed in a white summer dress even in the cold weather, flora decorated her hair and her green eyes held warmth and wild freedom in them. She was tall with curves in all the right places and just her looking at you could have your underwear flying off you. Whether you're a man or a woman, regardless your sexual orientation, you can't resist Stacie.

The boys nodded in agreement while the nature deity scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We have more pressing matters right now. Beca did you collect the lycan spines?" she asked the brunette who sniffled again. Stacie reached into the little pouch she always kept on the belt around her waist and forced a green shiny leaf into the smaller brunette's mouth. Beca didn't splutter against it and just ate the leaf, it had happened before when she came back with a big diagonal gash that covered her whole front, she'd been screaming every profanity out there to the heavens when Stacie came up to her and dropped a few leaves in her mouth. At first, she was too distracted by the pain and spit them out because they were hindering her screams of agony, but when Stacie just dropped new ones in she decided to chew and swallow them. It had boosted her healing factor and the gash was closed in no time. Despite not being able to die she was still able to feel pain. And she was in a lot of it at that time.

Beca chewed one last time before she swallowed the green and instantly felt much better, her nose didn't run anymore and the tickle in her throat was gone too.

The brunette turned to Stacie, grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. "Thank you, milady." Stacie gently smacked her arm and Beca grinned at her before going off with her drink to the chair she'd sat in before. "Shut up and answer my question old woman."

Beca snickered "Oh very creative, didn't peg you for someone to stoop so low Stace." Beca rolled her eyes "And yes I did, it's on the table." She nodded to the bag and Stacie went over, opened the bag but didn't flinch like Jesse did. She grinned when she saw them "These look fantastic Becs! You really outdid yourself tonight. Or is it because you know who the newbie's going to be? This is for them after all" she asked her with a mischievous smirk and a lifted brow. The smaller brunette frowned and shook her head "No, I don't, Deschain told me I'd get a bonus if I got all the lycan spines so I spend an extra hour trying to distinguish those bitches from each other and then another extra one to rip all the needed spines from their backs." She explained casually.

Jesse looked a bit disturbed but nodded and shrugged his shoulders as if to say: 'fair enough'. Luke snickered and threw the last of his drink back. "Well, I'm off to bed, Deschain should be back tomorrow with the newbie so I'll see you lot then, cheers!" he stood from the bar and walked out of the library to his part of the mansion.

Beca, Jesse and Stacie stayed in the Library for a little bit, they went over to one of the large freezers they kept there in case they needed something to stay fresh like zombies. Stacie stashed the bag away and they all bid each other good night as they went their separate ways to their wing. All with the same thought on their mind.

Who's the newbie going to be?

So yeah, got this idea when I began fantasizing about being an immortal five hundred and fifteen-year-old. Then it turned in a, the dark tower/the league of extraordinary gentleman/mythical creatures mash up that I'm going to have a lot of fun with. ;)

~M