A/N

Hi readers! So I recently saw this movie and OMG INSTANTLY OBSESSED. Gotta say fell head over heels for Brahms and yes I know I'm a freak but hey -shrugs- thats why Im awesome. This idea came out of head and as Fanfiction is my brain dump...here ya go. I own nothing but my awesome OCs. I make no money (but gawd wouldnt that be awesome!) This is purely for brain dumping and entertainment purposes.

Warnings:

This story does contain MAJOR SPOILERS so you have been warned.

Yes there will be sexy times in this story..why bc I feel Brahms needs some love and bc I do what I damn well please in MY stories if you dont like it then -puts pipe in mouth and leans against wall- frankly my dear I don't give a damn.

I love hearing from my readers it fuels me to write on. But only if you have something nice or constructive to say. Beware thou shalt not tolerate flamers. If you dont like the story then please be on your merry way.

Ok so rant over now on with the story. HOPE YOU ENJOY please lemme know what ya think!

(Three years after the events of the movie)

October 1st

Hidden deep within the English countryside sat a small sleepy village surrounded by a vast thick forest that seem to shield the village from the ravages of the outside world. Outside the trees had turned into a magnificent display of reds and yellows and oranges blooming against the dying browns and greens of summer. A crisp chill danced through the air welcoming the month of spirits to the land. On the edge of this village sat a small cosy cottage with a fenced in yard and garden. The cottage was the last house upon the road that led off into the darkness of the forest to a place where no one dared to venture.

It was the road that led to a house that had become infamous for its dark secrets. Where it was said the house was cursed and haunted by the murderous spirit of a little boy who possessed a doll. It was believed that anyone besides the owners of the house would suffer a horrible death if they trespassed beyond the wrought iron gates that guarded the great old mansion.

It was because of this house that a figure dressed in a long flowing hooded black coat with bell sleeves and black fur trim appeared upon the doorstep of the little cottage and knocked on the door. The front door was opened by a friendly looking man in his early thirties with brown hair and hazel eyes. He jumped at the sight of the woman who stood on his doorstep. He had never seen the likes of her in the small town in his lifetime.

"AHHHH," He cried when he caught his first glimpse of her. "G-good morning..um...Can I help you?" He asked nervously.

"I'm here to see Greta Evans." The woman said matter of factly. Her voice was quiet with almost a dreamy quality yet it demanded the attention of those around her.

"Ah, well actually her last name isn't Evans anymore since..she became my wife two years ago.." he began.

"Congratulations," The woman said before stepping forward to pass him into the house. "May I come in?"

"I'm her husband, Malcolm..." He barely managed to say as she breezed past him. "Of course.. please..come in…"

"Darling," Malcolm called as he led the woman into the sitting room. "There is someone here to see you…"

The woman looked all around the small sitting area with a smile. Pictures of the happy couple lined the wall. The furniture was small and simple but comfortable. Even the aura of the home was a happy one. They were not even in the same room together and she could tell how in love they were. Her smiled slowly disappeared. She remembered what that feeling was...long ago.

A moment later Malcolm returned followed by a lovely young woman with long brown hair and blue eyes. She wore a long dark blue sweater dress with leggings and bedroom boots. She was was heavily pregnant as she waddled into the room. Her smile disappeared when she saw who stood in her livingroom.

"May I introduce my wife Greta," He said with a proud smile to the stranger before turning to Greta, "And this is….."

"I know who you are," Greta said pointedly.

"You do?!" Malcolm asked surprised.

Greta glared at the woman before her. "She is an American rockstar. She is the singer for the band Arsenal of Acadia. It was one of my favorite bands back in the states. Her name is Acadia."

"Ohhh," Malcolm said turning to the woman in awe.

The woman smiled and pulled down the hood of her coat allowing her long curly brightly colored hair fall cascade down her shoulders and back in a light pastel rainbow. It began as light pink at the top of her head and then turned purple, blues, greens, and finally yellows at her waist. Her skin was perfect and pale like porcelain. Her bright bluish green eyes stood out against long dark eyelashes and smoky black eye make up that gave her a haunting look. Her lips were full and pink. Her figure was small and slender yet curvy and toned. She was only 5'4 but her knee high boots gave her a good 3 inches in height to stand eye to eye with Greta. She had an otherworldly elegance about her.

"Actually my real name is Caedence, Caedence Thornblade. I'm flattered you know who I am." Caedence said with a grin that showed sparkling white teeth and slightly pointed canines

Greta did not return the smile as she crossed her arms over her large belly.

"I'm also a fan of your show "Shadow Hunters"...the ghost hunting one.." She growled in an accusatory tone.

"OHHHHH," Malcolm said his voice lowered in realization with his own face taking on a glare as well.

"What are you doing here?" Greta asked.

Caedence gave a sigh. This wasn't going to be easy.

"I came to personally ask you to reconsider allowing us to investigate Heelshire manor."

"Absolutely Not.." Greta growled. "I have told your people many times. You've wasted your time coming here and ours... good day."

"But why not?" Caedence asked. "We offered you a generous sum to allow us to investigate and there yet you turned it down."

"Because we will not have strangers in the house…" Greta replied turning to meet Malcolm's nervous gaze. "It is too dangerous…."

"Because of the boy?" Caedence asked. "The doll?"

Greta was silent for a moment. Then she turned to glare once more at the other woman.

"Because it is an old house that has a tragic past and now needs to be left alone in peace." Greta stepped over to the door with the intention of opening it to show Caedence out.

"Is that why you do not live there?" Caedence asked quietly causing Greta to pause. "The house belongs to you. The Heelshires signed it over to you before their disappearance three years ago. Yet you do not live there?"

Greta slowly turned around with an almost frightened look on her face.

"How do you know that?" She asked.

Caedence tilted her head. "I know that you came to England three years ago to take a temporary job as nanny to the son of the Heelshires...who curiously died twenty years before..They went on holiday and disappeared..But not before signing the deed to the house and grounds..and their fortune all over to you. You stayed for three days before your abusive boyfriend turned up looking for you and then ended up dieing that same night supposedly from falling on a piece of glass that stuck into his neck as he fought with Malcolm who came to your defense. Malcolm suffered a severe concussion. Afterwards you and he began to live here together until your marriage two years ago. Since then you have turned away any investigation both real or paranormal to the house. Reporters of anyone who comes seeking the truth has been turned away…."

Greta slowly sank to sit on the couch. Tears began to shine in her eyes. Malcolm quickly walked over to sit beside her and place his arm protectively around her.

"You have certainly done your homework Ms. Thornblade." Malcolm said quietly.

"That house has become one of the most infamous in the paranormal community. It is believed to be the most haunted house in England now. I am very thorough in my research. I believe there is something more there. Why do you continue to live here?" She asked staring down at them. "What connection do you have there?…..Is it because of him? Is it because Brahms Heelshire is still there?"

"WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE?!" Greta suddenly shouted as she broke into tears.

Caedence looked alarmed but not because of Greta's sudden outburst as that was quite common amongst heavily pregnant women. But because of what she said….him.

"Ok," Malcolm said standing and walking to the door. "Its time for you to go."

Caedence sighed and walked forward. Then suddenly she glided down to sit beside Greta and took her hands.

"Please…" She said with a look of almost desperation. "Please give me this chance. I NEED this. Give me twenty four hours. If we find nothing then we will leave. We will not do the show and I will personally see to it that the Heelshire manor disappears from any paranormal blog and website. It will be as if it was never heard of."

"You can do that?" Malcolm asked in surprise.

"Of course," Caedence said looking up at him with a serious face. "I am a famous rockstar as she said..I am also the host of the most successful paranormal investigation show in the history of television not to mention I am highly respected in the paranormal community anyway. I have the resources to find information...and to make it disappear. If I say a place isn't haunted..than it isn't haunted."

"And if you do find something?" Greta asked attempting to stop her tears.

"Then you will allow us to do the show." Caedence replied pointedly.

Greta and Malcolm looked at one another. They seemed to be having a quiet conversation between them as to whether they should agree or not. Caedence quickly became nervous.

"I will also double the offer made to you for this chance. I will pay you fifty thousand pounds."

Malcolm's mouth dropped open while Greta's eyes widened. That was an offer they couldn't refuse. Caedence left the cottage soon after with the promise of returning at the end of the week after a concert she had in London. She handed Greta an envelope with fifteen thousand pounds and promised the rest when the twenty four hours was finished. Before she walked out of the garden gate she heard Greta calling her and paused to turn around. Greta quickly walked out to her with her arms crossed defensively once more.

"Why do you need to do this?" She asked. "Why here..at Heelshire?"

Caedence studied her for a moment. She seemed to be searching for the right words."

"They say that the truth will set you free..." She said quietly. "Have you ever wanted to be free Ms. Evans?"

Greta studied the woman before her. It was then she saw a familiar sadness, a familiar fear, a familiar sense of wanting to get away. She looked more closely at the singer and realized that the black makeup around her eyes wasn't just for fashion. It barely concealed a dark bruise around her eye. Only someone looking close enough would be able to see it. It was at that moment she felt a connection to the woman before her. Like Greta had before her. She came to Heelshire looking for freedom.

"Will you find it if you find nothing?" Greta asked.

Caedence smiled. " Even if I find nothing..it will be my chance. But I won't lie my interest in the paranormal is real. I am paralyzed with happiness at the chance to investigate the manor. This is a win win situation for me. I hope you see that it is for yourself as well." She gave Greta another smile before she pulled her hood back up and walked out of the garden to her waiting car.

Greta stared after her until her car disappeared down the road. Malcolm walked up behind her to lay her coat on her shoulders before he wrapped his arms around her.

"Should we have accepted her offer?" He asked.

"Yes," Greta said with no hesitation yet fear grew within her and caused even her unborn daughter to kick with concern. "This is our chance to protect him once and for all. Brahms will simply have to behave."

"Do you think he is ready to have visitors at the house?" Malcolm asked.

"Its been three years and we have been working with him." Greta said quietly. "If all goes well he will never have to hide in the walls ever again. He will be able to live in peace."

"And if it doesn't?" He asked quietly.

Greta didn't want to think about that. She couldn't handle the thought of the troubled man who had given her a new life and who she felt a special motherly connection to being ripped from the safety of his darkness for the world to see. There was no choice. This had to happen, and Brahms would have to behave.

"It has to.." She said quietly.