A/N: Okay so after three failed attempts at writing. This is the official version of my Nightbreed Fan Fiction. Fourth time is the charm. There was just too many inconsistencies in the last one, but after watching both the Director's Cut and Theatrical Cut, I finally have it. It's going to be more focused around the movie but the comics will be referenced here and there. Clive Barker owns the Breed. I own Meagan and any other OCs.

Summary: After the fall of Midian. Kinski stands at Cabal's side ready to aid the Nightbreed's savior in his quest. However, as Cabal journeys to find the new Midian, Kinski leads his brethren to a series of caves not far from a small town. Just when things start to settle as best they can for the Nightbreed though, their world is rocked when a relationship forms between Kinski and a natural named Meagan who seems is gifted in the mystical arts. Meanwhile, a vengeful foe returns, determined to bring an end to the Breed once and for all!

Pairing: Kinski/OC

Rated: M

Genre: Horror and Romance

Chapter 1: Midian Lost

Kinski stood in the center of the ruined cemetery. It was gone. Midian was lost. Unmade by the savior Cabal. Kinski didn't know what feel. Yes, the day of salvation for him and his fellow Nightbreed was nigh, but at the price of so many lives and a safe home that the tribe had thrived in for years. Ignoring his pain from the wounds he'd received from the attack, he pressed onward. He soon joined Peloquin, Lude, Leroy, and Narcisse in searching for any other survivors.

As the night slowly gave into the day, Kinski had managed to find at least three survivors. He had handed them off to the others and decided to finish up that night's search by heading towards one of the crypts. Slowly, He opened the mausoleum and entered. What he saw would've brought anyone with even a tiny bit of goodness to tears. A Breed family was lying on the floor of the mausoleum. All of them dead. The father had tried to save his mate and baby by putting himself between them and their killer. However, after he fell, the mother was offed by a single bullet. The baby was 'mercifully' smothered and suffered the least. Kinski kneeled down as grief flooded every fiber of his being. Why did this happen? Why were whole families destroyed in the process of this prophecy coming true? Kinski prayed that these and many other questions would be answered eventually. He then left for the barn they were hiding in.

Once he had returned, Kinski laid down on the pile of hay he had made for himself. Babette cuddled next to him. Kinski smiled at the little Breed girl.

"Do you think Cabal will ever come for us Kinski?" Babette asked.

"Yes. I have faith in him." Kinski replied.

Babette grinned and soon fell asleep on Kinski. Kinski rubbed her back affectionately. Rachel then approached the two.

"I'll take her off you Kinski." She said.

"No. She's comfortable here. Let her be." Kinski responded.

Rachel smiled at how close her daughter was to Kinski. Then again, all the Breed children were. He was kind, gentle, soft spoken, and patient. Rachel placed a tender kiss on her daughter's cheek before she left.

The days turns into weeks; and the weeks turned into months. Kinski lead his group of survivors from place to place. Abandoned mines, ghost towns, and etc. were used to encamp the jaded Nightbreed. One night, Kinski met with the savior Cabal.

"It is good to know you are with them Kinski." Cabal said.

"I am just a servant. It is my duty to both you and Baphomet that I keep them away from our enemies. It is easier to keep them safe if I keep them moving." Kinski answered.

Cabal nodded.

"Keep them on the move then Kinski, if that is your will." Was all Cabal replied.

Kinski bowed slightly and thanked his god-in-savior, savior-in-god Cabal.

"I must be off now Kinski. I need to continue my quest." Cabal said.

"Cabal wait!" Kinski then said, as a thought suddenly came to him.

"What is it Kinski?" He asked.

"I strongly advise you to see Nickeven. She can help you and all of us." Kinski explained.

Cabal said nothing, but turn and leave. Kinski then returned to the Breed camp to help move the tribe onward.

"That'll be $16.88 Meagan." Said a kindly store clerk.

"Thank you Mr. Gerald." Meagan then said softly, as the money was exchanged.

Gathering up her groceries, Meagan left the store for her home. Meagan was a charming young woman and held an immaculate grace to everything she did. If that had not been enough to attract every young man's attention, then it was her perfect looks that did. She was a pure child of nature, a mystic. Passing through her town, she had been greeted by all she had met. Upon reaching her home, Meagan put away the food stuff and got the pot of herbal tea brewing. Little did she know, that miles away in the woods that surrounded her house. Kinski and the Nightbreed had settled down in series of mining caves, and were waking up to greet the night. As the last of the sunlight died out, Kinski left the caves to his duty of first watch.

Back at the house, Meagan had awoken with a start. A horrible dream had occurred to her. In it, she laid naked in the arms of a man. However, he was no man. He was a monster. A monster who had a crescent moon shaped head. She sighed with relief when she turned on the light to see to confirm that it was merely a dream. She was not naked, but fully clothed. Nor was she in any man or monster's arms. Then, she heard it. The sound of something prowling in the night. Meagan threw on a heavy sweater and stepped into the darkness.

She took a seat on the small porch and hoped to glimpse the source of the strange noises. Then she heard the sound that had drawn her out clearer now. It was a sound of ecstasy. Meagan too afraid of what could be making such sounds, ran back into her house. She made sure she had locked up the door and all the windows before retiring to bed.

Kinski shivered with pleasure as the moon gifted him with one last assault of visions. All of his lusts that have been made chilly perfection by the moon had attacked his senses. Kinski finally relaxed as it came to an end. He was sweating, panting, as if he had fucked 100 whores. One right after the other, without breaking. He slowly got up and used the surrounding trees for support. He then made his way back to the caves.