A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned them all….*sighs*

I have decided to take the plunge and add another story this time from the US version of Being Human...What can I say Bishop has become my fav new villian...As for some of you you may recognize Brooklyn from my other works...

The rain pounded steadily over the city as the Bishop smiled through the deluge at the red haired woman standing a few feet away. Her smoky hues were tense and hard as she stared the vampire down while her normally vibrant copper locks were plastered to her head and face. The rain soaked her clothing but she didn't notice as her focus was on the creature staring her down.

"Hello Brooklyn," Bishop greeted his foe in a cool but slightly mocking demeanor. "It's good to see you."

"Can't say the same about you," the hunter snipped. "Pity I should've killed you when I had the chance."

"Now Brook," the vampire inched closer, "You know you couldn't touch me."

"Tell that to a couple of your lackeys in San Antonio," she caught the grin faltering slightly but Bishop recovered refusing to reveal any sign of weakness in front of the human.

"They were sloppy," Bishop shrugged, "Unworthy of the gift I bestowed upon them."

"Maybe you should raise your standards!"

"Shows what you know Brook. Now why don't you put that toy you're holding down and come with me now hmm?"

"What's wrong Bishop? Is my little toy making you a little nervous?"

The hunter smiled and raised the crossbow she held with one hand.

"I must commend you," the vampire took another step; "No hunter has crossed paths with me the way you have and lived to tell the tale."

"Guess I'm just that good."

"Considering you escaped me in New Orleans. You know we were really getting to know one another too."

"Right," Brooklyn snarled. "If you call keeping someone chained to a wall and treating them like a buffet hospitality."

"I have to admit your blood is the sweetest and warmest I've ever tasted. I haven't found anything come close to you."

"Should I be flattered or scared?"

"You can throw sarcasm at me all you want hunter but deep down you know you loved it. You coveted the attention, every time I touched your body with my fingers or lips. How you shuddered at the most intimate of contact…"

"Talk about wishful thinking!" The hunter spat with disgust.

"Am I really now? Because you have yet to fire that crossbow Brooklyn."

The hunter quickly pulled the trigger but Bishop dodged the singing stake and slammed Brooklyn violently against the wall. The weapon clattered on the concrete as she struggled to breathe. Bishop's face turned revealing his vampire nature to her as his lips brushed roughly across hers. The rapid beating of her carotid artery teased his hearing as he lightly pressed his mouth to the pulsing lifeline, eager to taste what it held.

"That was uncalled for," he growled.

"Do it," she choked. "Kill me and get it over with!"

Bishop's face returned to its human façade as he laughed cruelly at her words.

"If I wanted to kill you Brooklyn I would've done it within the first moment we met. But I have bigger plans for you."

The vampire tore the human from the wall and against his waiting body. Brooklyn's screams of pain were muffled between his fingers as the sharp shooting pain ripped through her shoulder and neck. The hunter struggled and fought which only served to amplify her suffering. She felt her neck tense against her attacker but Bishop merely tore deeper into her tender warm flesh. The sticky thickness of her blood soaked her shirt and jacket, moving down along her jeans and boots until the ground was tinged with crimson. She felt her feet slipping against the mud with each twist and thrust of her body but Bishop's strong hold kept her from slipping away from his embrace. The vampire felt her blood running through his fingers and over his hand hurling him further into a sea of ecstasy.

"Don't fight it," she heard him whisper gently in her ear. "Soon it'll be over."

Brooklyn's eyes shot wide open as confusion quickly set in. Her body launched upright as her vision focused on the strange new surroundings. It was dimly lit by two small lamps as the bed she laid upon was modest but uncomfortable. Her wet blood soaked clothing was gone and replaced with a tank top that left little to the imagination and pair of black shorts.

"Where the Hell am I?" She muttered.

"Hello Brooklyn."

Bishop sat in the chair beside the bed. The vampire was at ease with fingers interlocked together and elbows perched comfortably on the arms. His cool stare twinkled with a hint of amusement as Brooklyn withdrew against the headboard and away from the vampire.

"Don't be frightened," he stood then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Stay the hell away from me!"

"Sorry can't do that," Bishop slid closer across the bed until he was inches apart from her. Brooklyn scooted against the wall reminding the vampire of a caged animal. He knew she would be a perfect recruit for his inner circle. Brooklyn had connections to other hunters, more powerful and prominent hunters, ones who could make his life quite miserable to say the least.

"I know how it feels….To feel alone and scared without someone being there for you. It's alright to be scared." Bishop reached out and gently brushed away the few loose crimson strands from her face. Her scent was even more powerful now that she was like him. It's allure was strong and beckoning him like a moth to the flame.

"I'm not scared," Brooklyn snarled as she snapped her head away from his touch. The back of her head smacked against the wall but the hunter was silent, refusing to reveal the slightest indication of pain.

"Yes you are," Bishop countered. "You traveled from town to town hunting vampires and other unnatural things. Never staying around for more than a week before leaving once again, no chance to make a friend, a real friend you could rely on."

"So what you're gonna be my new BFF?"

"I'm giving you what you so longed for…..family, stability."

"You don't know what I want," Brooklyn coldly answered. She tossed the blanket aside, determined to get away from Bishop and his merry band of bloodsuckers.

"Where do you think you're going Brooklyn?"

"Anywhere but here," she answered without looking back at him.

"Do you really think you can survive out there? Alone? The world is cold and uncaring Brooklyn. Out there, out there you'll be lost. But in here…." Brooklyn stopped as Bishop smiled. She wouldn't last one night out there without them. Her body slumped as her hand remained gripped around the doorknob.

"Like you said," Brooklyn spun around with a mocking smile on her face, "I've been on my own long enough and learned a thing or two."

Bishop noted the sorrow in her voice as she turned on her heels and marched right out the door.

"I won't let you slip away from me," he whispered to himself as he slipped from the room.

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