VAUGHN HAD GONE straight back to his screens the moment they'd gotten home to dig up every last scrap of information he could find out about The Followers. He'd hacked into Mr Copaldy's house computer, guessing the man wouldn't leave all that valuable information on the one in his office.

"Okay, so this organization was founded in the early 2100's, about a decade after the Third World War after they came across a church that had survived all the bombings in said war. They've made it their mission to eliminate the anti-Followers ever since." He explained, reading off his screen and grimacing.

Vahl squinted at the ceiling and dug a cushion from under her so she could lie more comfortably. "So it's either you join them, or they kill you before you can spill the beans on them." Vahl grimaced at the thought and chucked the cushion off the bench.

"Guess who's going undercover again!" Vaughn sang and got up from his spot to walk to the bookcase on one of the walls, making his sister groan in annoyance. "Their dress code is a floor-length red dress and cape for women. There's a meeting in the catacombs that run under the Great Hall tonight. So, what do you say, sister?"

"I say I hate this job so much sometimes, it could rival the hate I have for you in these situations." Vahl grumbled and scuttled over to him, scowling at the long blood red dress he had draped over his arm. "And why do these things keep happening the next day. I know I'm an assassin and all, but I need my rest too!"

Vaughn rolled his eyes and tugged on the strings of Vahl's corset, silently laughing at her. He sometimes pitied her for the restlessness and sleepless nights she sometimes had to endure. "Don't fret, sister. I will be right there by your side."

The corset came loose and fell to the ground, leaving her in the skintight black studded dress with a slit that came to her hip. Vaughn tugged at the zipper and helped her out of the dress, frowning at the dents and creases it left in her skin. "I think you should stop wearing such tight things, Vahl." He muttered, pressing his fingertips to one of the bluish bruises in her neck.

Vahl let her shoulder sag, relaxing at the feel of her brother's touch. "They're better for unexpected fights." She told him, closing her eyes and flexing her shoulders. "And besides, I prefer dresses that turn my insides to mush."

Vaughn laughed, shaking his head. He kneaded his fingers into her shoulder. "As much as I would like to, sister, I cannot replace yours with mine, so lay off the corsets." Vahl's shoulders shook with laughter as she walked away in merely her underwear and garter. She let herself sprawl on the couch and closed her eyes, dozing off before she good say goodnight.

Vaughn smiled to himself as he watched her chest slowly rise and fall and her eyelashes lightly flutter against her cheekbones. He walked over to her and stroked her blonde hair from her forehead. She turned, now lying flat in her back, pink nose pointing up toward to ceiling. Her breaths came out in long and slow puffs at a time.

He lifted her, careful not to let her head dangle and padded to her bedroom and laid her down under the silk sheets. He climbed in next to her, clamping a hand around her arm as he slept.