A/N: I wanted to write a continuation of little Jack on his first day of the Villain Gala.

-Lucicelo

Caroline Spicer appeared at the entrance of her ancestor's hidden home with her grandson, Jack Spicer. The magic of the manor washed over them, a slight ticklish feeling indicated their blood cleared them for entry. Had they not been accepted, the magic would have crushed or maimed them for trespassing. Of course, she didn't tell Jack about this aspect of Jarlath's home to keep his nervousness down to a minimum. Although, Jack didn't appear nervous or scared. The tyke kept on speaking about the coolness of their ancestor and wanting to join forces one day.

She almost shed a tear over Jack's enthusiasm. She caught Jared's proud hidden smirk at Jack's future plans. Her son almost went down the same path. She nourished his desire in entering villainy, but Jared decided on becoming a CEO of an untouchable company. Just as well. Jared did well at his position to where the Spicer name became synonymous in the public and his secret dealings.

Jarlath sent his descendant a wonderful gift basket alongside ample protection jewelry. Simple rings and watches that warned him of incoming mercenary hits or poison in his food and drink. In any case, his layers of protection kept him untouchable. These safety features extended to his wife, Christine Spicer, who always wore a stunning wedding ring, doubled as a protection charm.

Jack on the other hand, received layers of undetectable protections on the day of his birth. Jarlath hid none of his favoritism to his descendant because of their identical coloring.

Opening the large door, Caroline walked inside with a graceful stride. Keeping her steps short, she made sure to check if Jack tripped on his feet or appeared frustrated at following alongside her.

Caroline chose an elegant square neckline ballroom black dress with a wide crinoline trim. Her white hair was pinned back in an elegant style with ringlets adorning the sides of her face. The makeup only accentuated her features, not hide it with multiple layers. In her mature age, she didn't need to pack on the products if only to keep her beautiful skin healthy. Besides, her rigorous skin care regimen made her age like fine wine. A vast difference from other family members who showed their true age.

In Jack's case, she went with a simple suit with comfortable black shoes. A five year old didn't last long in restrictive clothing so she took this into consideration. In the process of picking his outfit, her daughter in law attempted to interfere. She didn't let her daughter-in-law's obvious distaste of their family history sour their preparations. Christine knew of her past and Jarlath's legacy when she married into the Spicer family.

To attempt to divert Jack from his ambitions was a disservice.

Caroline wanted to mentor her grandson until he made his own decision. To soothe her daughter-in-law, she mentioned Jared's change of mind which gave the poor woman hope. Caroline felt no guilt in lying to her. Jared still conducted himself in the evil sphere, but outside of his wife's view of sight.

Caroline peered down at Jack's starry-eyed expression. The main parlor tended to amaze those who knew of Jarlath's legacy. "Interesting, isn't it?"

Jack snapped his head to her with a beaming smile. "Yeah! Seanáthair always talked about his trophies and I didn't know he had so many!"

Releasing his hand, Caroline prompted him. "Go ahead. Jarlath should be here in a moment." Jack excused himself before running off to the display cases adorning the large main hallway.

Leaning against the wall, Caroline said out loud. "Do you think he will do well tonight, Jarlath?"

Jarlath appeared right beside her with a pair of champagne glasses. He handed one into her well manicured hands and she thanked him before taking a dainty sip.

Jarlath looked toward Jack with fondness. "There is nothing wrong with starting our future villains at a young age. You brought your son the moment he received a majority of his vaccines as a baby."

Caroline snorted. "There was no way I was leaving Jared with my late husband. Useless in changing diapers and feeding him a bottle." She sipped more of her bubbly. "You did a far better job and became a proper father figure to him. Look at him now, Jared is living up to the family name."

"As expected," Jarlath tipped back his flute of champagne and concealed his chuckle at Jack getting on his toes to see an old gauntlet. "Even if many of my beloved daughter's descendants diverted from evil, the family ambition runs in the blood."

"Seanáthair! You're here!" Jack left the bloodied up battle ax in order to hug Jarlath's legs. "You were right, your trophies are awesome."

Jarlath went down on his knees to pull Jack into an embrace. "Thank you for accepting the invitation." He looked down at Jack's red eyes, the exact shade as his own. "Many of our colleagues are mingling inside of the main entertainment room. You will stick beside me or Caroline. Do you understand?"

Jack tilted his head to the side. "Why?"

Jarlath ruffled Jack's hair. "It's best to introduce you as my descendant before there are... misunderstandings. Although, I'm sure you will charm them without my interference."

Jack smiled big. "Okay!"

"Excellent." Jarlath stood up on his feet and walked to another large set of doors. He waited until Caroline stood next to his side while Jack hid behind their bodies. "We will go through a round of mingling before we have appetizers."

Caroline fiddled with her hair before smoothing down her dress. "Agreed."

Jack kept himself glued to either his grandma or seanáthair sides throughout the beginning stages of the party. Many of the villains appeared intimidating at first glance, but relaxed when speaking to his grandmother or seanáthair. Throughout the villains he met, multiple legends spoke to his seanáthair like old friends. They kissed his grandma's hand before noticing him and shaking his hand.

Jack tried hard not to act like the bratty kids his mom forced him to play with. These kids screamed to get attention and made fools of themselves. He couldn't help himself. He squealed his name real fast when he introduced himself. All of these infamous villains were right in front of him.

His grandma and seanáthair chuckled at his enthusiasm at meeting his future brethren. They didn't shush him like his mom's grandma did whenever he tried asking the adults questions. The villains treated him seriously and didn't call his dreams of evil as nonsense. In fact, many of them told Jarlath of their delight in seeing another descendant going down their right path. Jack beamed throughout their compliments.

As he squeaked hellos or shook hands, he greeted any new face he locked eyes with. At some point, Jarlath informed him that the grey dressed people were minions, no need for greetings. Instead, Jack nodded to them with a big grin instead of saying hello. His mom and grandma taught him manners.

While his grandma talked with a group of beautiful villainesses, Jarlath left them to speak with the servers of the party to begin the appetizers. After a while, Jack got bored of standing around and doing nothing. Turning around, he saw a group of men speaking to a beautiful blonde woman.

Peeking up at his grandma, he noticed her attention stayed with her friends. This gave him a chance to go to the woman, say hello, and then go back to his grandma before she noticed.

In his opinion, she looked bored being around those people. Maybe, he could make her less bored. His mom always said he made people smile.

Jack went in between the men causing the woman looked down at him. Her frown formed into a smile as he got closer to her. The men whispered behind him, but he didn't pay attention to them. He reached up his hand to hold onto her fingers.

"Hi! I'm Jack Spicer!" Jack copied the men and kissed the air above her hand. "This is my first party."

The woman kept in her awe as she responded in an accent. "A pleasure to meet you, I'm Clarisse Bonnefoy." She crouched down to his level and shook his hand. "First party, hmm? Who brought you along to meet your future associates?"

"Seanáthair and grandma." Jack grinned. "Seanáthair is what I call Jarlath."

Clarisse's lips quirked into an amused smile. "I see. Another one of Jarlath's descendants is starting early. How adorable."

Jack puffed out his chest with pride. "Yeah! Dad told me he started when he was a baby. I could have started early, but mom said I needed to be bigger." He pointed to his plaid tie as he stage whispered. "I picked out the tie."

Clarisse tucked one of her ringlets behind her ear, exposing her lavish gold earring. "The tie is stunning." She poked his nose making Jack giggle. "Did you want to match with Jarlath?"

"Jarlath always wears this pattern so I picked it." Jack nodded his head. "He says I have to show pride of our heritage. I'll wear the kilts on the next party or my birthday party. I don't know if mom will let me. She doesn't seem to like it when dad wears them."

Clarisse said. "Well, I'm sure your papa will agree to your request. Better yet, I'm sure Jarlath will beam at seeing you in traditional clothing."

"Really?"

"Of course," She stood back up and patted away the wrinkles in her dress. "Many family members showed respect to their ancestor through wearing traditional clothing. Granted, this doesn't happen during every party, but it is a nice gesture."

Jack nodded his head. "I'll have grandma buy me a kilt tomorrow." He looked back at his grandma and noticed her kissing the cheeks of the villainesses. "Oh, I have to go now. Thank you for talking to me Ms. Clarisse."

"Goodbye, Jack. Visit me soon." Clarisse managed a kiss on his cheek before a red faced Jack run away.

Clarisse watched Jack rush through the men and stood behind his grandmother. When Caroline turned to check on Jack, he smiled innocently at her. Caroline smirked before pinching Jack's cheek before leading him away toward another group.

Once the appetizers began coming out of the kitchen, Jack stuffed his face with different kinds of food. He picked the parts he didn't like and put them on a napkin his grandmother placed next to his plate. Throughout his sampling, he tried hard not to drop food on his suit. He hated getting his hands sticky as well. Once a piece of food landed on his tie, Jarlath spelled it away before placing a napkin over his chest.

Jack swore to himself he was learning magic from his ancestor once he grew old enough. He hoped he was able to do it. The magic training happened when a person was older. Jarlath learned magic once he became an immortal as an adult. Meaning, he had a chance even if he decided to do it when he grew up.

Again, Jack grew bored sipping his apple juice while the adults were busy talking business. Jarlath warned him not to interrupt people during secret business dealings. Jack nodded his head. His dad told him the same thing whenever he passed by his study and heard illegal deals.

Hopping off his seat, Jack wandered away from the tables and people watched. He recognized some of the villains Jarlath didn't introduce him to yet from photos, but he kept walking. All of them looked busy in their private business talk. The signs of hushed voices contrasted with the open conversations in different parts of the room.

His attention went to a large group of men sitting around a large table. Checking them out, he saw no signs of private talk so he got closer to them.

"Hi! I'm Jack Spicer! Future villain! This is my first party."

He received scattered words in a different language that Jack guessed was Russian. His dad took his along business deals and spoke in different languages. Before Jack saw anyone, his dad told him which language he spoke in order for him to remember some of the word patterns. As a smart boy, he remembered a lot of things and his dad always said knowledge was power.

Jack got on his toes and managed to see the contents of the table. There was a large pile of money on the table with the colorful coins used in the casinos his mom went to. Looking around, he saw multiple glasses filled with different colored water.

Jack asked the man right next to him. "Excuse me, sir. What are you drinking?"

The man turned his attention onto him, revealing his missing eye and scarred up face. "Something a child should never drink."

Cheekily grinning, Jack inquired. "Water?"

"No." The gruff man grunted out as he blew a line of smoke into the air. "Adult water."

Jack stuck his tongue out and scrunched his face. "Bubbly water?"

Some of the surrounding men gave into laughter at Jack's questioning as the scarred up man let out a rough sigh. "Russian water."

"Oh." Jack rocked back and forth, causing a squeaking noise from his shoes. "Is it different from regular water?"

"Very different."

Jarlath made himself known with an amused comment. His appearance made the villains turn their gaze onto him instead of Jack. "My apologies, Aleksei. My garmhac managed to escape our company." Patting down Jack's wayward silver hair, he made eye contact with the imposing man. "The constant questioning of a child is a curious thing. Is it not?"

Aleksei downed his drink and handed it to his minion for a refill. "Yes." He snubbed his cigar onto the ash tray before putting down his cards winning the round. The other men yelled in frustration of having lost their money. "Reminds me of my descendant."

Jarlath smirked. "Great potential shows up in the best of our lines. I dare say, my daughter's line never disappointed me. Say goodbye, Jack. You spoke about meeting Vlad the Impaler. He has finally arrived. Caroline is keeping him company until we arrive."

Jack snapped his head up in glee. "Yay!"

Santiago Cortez retold his glory days to fresh faced villains with gusto. Using his arms, he showed the best ways to disarm a hero or easy ways in using any weapon to their advantage. Before he became evil, he was an instructor of the sword. He taught various walks of life and loved teaching. This didn't stop once he got his hands bloody during the pirate decades in world history. His patience made him the best person to teach new recruits and keep the loyalty of his crew.

In any case, he left his ship to his first mate when he retired. Instead of lifetime of being a pirate, he became an immortal through cashing in a favor from a woman he saved in his youth. Afterwards, he went into the underground and made enough money to live in splendor for all eternity.

He came out of well hidden castle to teach at a school every century or to help out a fellow associate. At least, he didn't stay bored for long.

During his retelling his stealing from a duke's castle, an excited little boy piped up. "Cool!"

Santiago paused in his story to look down to see a mini Jarlath staring up at him. Inspecting the surrounding area, he locked eyes with Jarlath and then turned his eyes on his protégé Caroline Spicer. Jarlath smirked at him, motioning for him to continue his storytelling, but kept his distance away from the group.

Coughing into his enclosed fist, he continued on. Making sure to censor certain gore filled scenes, he kept the little boy in mind. He didn't know how far Caroline Spicer and Jarlath described their ventures, but he didn't need a lecture over scarring a child.

Although, the little boy's awe filled eyes made him doubt it.

In fact, Jarlath's descendant raised his hand to ask him questions about the best way to rob a ship.

In these instances, Santiago regretted not having procreated to have such an ambitious future villain in his sight. His paranoia in having a woman kill him in the bedroom made him highly selective in who ended up as his lover. Then again, no one ever said he couldn't take an apprentice.

Caroline tucked Jack in his bed with a proud smile on her face. "Did you have fun, dear?"

Jack rubbed his eyes in an attempt to stay awake. "Yeah! Did Seanáthair say I can go again next year?"

Caroline brushed back his hair to reveal his forehead. She bent down to kiss his forehead before she informed him. "Yes. Jarlath was impressed at your subtle way of networking that he told me you have a permanent invitation." She put her finger to her lips. "Do not tell your mother."

Jack shuffled his hand from underneath his blanket to use his finger to shush himself. "I won't tell mom."

"Keep your little...adventures a secret from her as well." Caroline said. "I know for a fact you kept on running away from us."

Jack pouted. "I'll get sneakier before you know it."

"I don't doubt it." Caroline turned on the night light beside his bed filling the room with stars. "Remember, you have us for guidance. Don't feel shy in asking questions."

Jack nodded his head with a sleepy smile. "Okay..."

The end.