Author's note: Hello everyone. I am sad to say this is the last installment to my Black Dagger Brotherhood series. It breaks my heart to see this story coming to an end so I thank those who have stuck with me for so long. This story is about Rebekah and Seth and how two enemies work together to help the other find themselves. All I can say is that the ending is awesome and I have been imagining this installment for a very long time. So once again, thank you for everything and enjoy this epic conclusion.


Lover Chosen

Chapter One

Snow drifted over the city of Caldwell. Buildings lit the snowy sky as did the cars down below on the streets. Lights flashing down their lanes and people walking under the winter sky, the only time someone stopped was to either hail a cab or stare at the items in the stores. Green and red lights blinked in all of the stores' windows as a way to lure paying customers inside. Many fell for the trick while others continued to find their way home for the night.

As for those who didn't fit into either category, there were other things to do.

Standing on one of the roofs over the city was the female Rebekah. Wearing a long hoodie jacket, the jacket flapped in the wind to reveal her chained scythes. Strapped to her back was her black dagger since she couldn't carry it around her waist like the others. The hoodie was down so her black hair drifted around in the wind. It had grown long over the months so it was pulled back in a high ponytail which rested right between her shoulders. Her bangs curled under her chin with red tips brushing against her skin. The female had redone her hair to where it no longer had its red stripes but had dyed her hair red on the ends of her hair, bangs and the strand of hair she kept in a thin braid dangling on the side of her face.

Rebekah's icy blue eyes scanned the streets in hopes of find some lessers to kill. This was her first time hunting by herself in seven months so she wanted to make the most of it. Usually a Brother was with her to either keep an eye on her or because they didn't have a partner for the night. After her countless kills and success on missions, the king finally gave her a chance to hunt on her own. Now all she needed was to find the enemy. Only then would her night be fruitful and she could take out her vengeance.

Having developed a habit over the months, Rebekah reached for the tags on the chain dangling around her neck. The tags weren't hers of course to someone else's. Feeling the cold tags under her warm touch reminded her why she was out on the streets looking for a fight to pick with the Lessing Society. It had been seven months but it still felt like yesterday to the female.

Seven months ago Sam had died.

Samuel Thomas St. Lawrence, or Sam known to all, had been a human who worked with the Black Dagger Brotherhood. A friend among the Brothers and their families, he had proven himself many times as a great fighter. As for Rebekah, Sam had been more to her than a friend so his death didn't devastate her but fueled her anger she held towards the lessers who took him from her.

It had been during a rescue mission where Sam lost his live. One of their own, the Brother named Adam, had risked his life to face his father who threatened to kill everyone and was captured in the process. Sam had gone after Adam alone and managed to save the male at the end. It was at the end where he gave Adam his tags so Rebekah could have them and told them to tell her he loved her. Right after he gave his message to the Brother the warehouse which had been on fire collapsed, killing him in the inferno.

No doubt in her mind did she know that was what he wanted to tell her before he left to go to work. His last words was that he loved her. She found it cruel that she could never tell him she felt the same.

The only way to avenge his death was to kill every lesser she could get her hands on until she died in battle.

Her wishes were granted when she caught the scent of baby powder.

Gripping the tags once and releasing them, Rebekah dematerialized off of the roof and appeared on another one closer to the stench of lessers. She was more than delighted when she found herself right above the enemy. A group of about ten lessers lingered behind a building. The road behind the building was abandoned so there was no worry about a human straying into the fight. As for the lessers, they still had their human hair color which meant they were young. Rebekah could tell they were young without the help of their color because they were laughing without a care in the world and pacing drinks around.

The female dematerialized again and reappeared two blocks away from the group. She could easily hear their laughter which angered her. Since there wasn't a partner with her, Rebekah had a plan in her head and was ready to go when one lesser broke off from his pack to take a phone call. This one had lighter hair which meant he was a bit older than his buddies. He stepped further towards Rebekah's location that she was able to hear him on the phone.

"What's up? Just chilling." A short pause. "I thought it was Mr. K's turn to do it. My group already did our turn last week." Another pause. "Fine. We'll be there soon. Don't want to end up like the last lesser who disobeyed Mr. R." The lesser hung up and whistled for the others to get ready to leave.

Apparently something was happening with the lessers so Rebekah would have to get the phone when she was done.

Rolling her shoulders to loosen them and popping her knuckles, Rebekah left the safety of her hiding spot and approached the lessers with her shoulders slumped over and the look of innocence. She even scooted away from the group when she got close. Her fake timid nature caught their eyes that they began to swarm around her. Keeping up her façade, Rebekah attempted to push past the line of lessers in front of her but was pushed back by one of them.

"What have we got here?"

"You lost, sweet heart?"

"It's not safe on the streets. How about we keep you company?"

There was laughter around her. Since they thought she was some scared woman, one made the fatal mistake in reaching for her arm. The bastard's action was that Rebekah needed to kick into gear.

Rebekah grabbed the lessers arm and twisted it, breaking it in one swift move. The others reacted too slow that the female took one step forward and snapped the lesser's neck just as fast as she did his arm. Hearing the others begin to move to attack, Rebekah grabbed one of her scythes and leapt over the body as she flicked her wrist out. Flying from under jacket was the chain connected to the scythe. As Rebekah spun on her heel to face the lessers, the chain lashed out and wrapped around a lesser's neck. The female gave the chain a jerk and did a front flip to sink the tip of the scythe in the lesser's back when it fell forward.

Removing her scythe from the body, the female kicked another in the chin as she did a back flip and knocked the lesser backwards. Continuing to do another flip, the chain whirled around her body and struck down those around her. Rebekah caught the chain and started twirling it around as she danced on her feet in tight circles, hitting the lessers with the ball at the end of the chain. One fell in her reach and she sliced his neck without losing her momentum. She noticed some were starting to reach for their guns so Rebekah stopped her twirling only to run up a building and throw the chain in their direction. Landing on her feet and doing a front roll, Rebekah jumped from her feet and ran her scythe across the first lesser's face and rotated on her toes as she brought the scythe around her body and took out the one behind him.

She heard the sound of a gun getting ready to fire so the female dropped down in time and avoided a bullet to the head. Using her hands to both steady herself and rotate, she kicked her legs above her body and spun around on her palms, kicking the lessers too close to her. Landing back down on all fours, Rebekah grabbed her other scythe and threw herself in the air as she spun. Both chains lashed out at her attackers and knocked the remaining lessers on the ground. Landing on one foot and throwing her leg down so she could do another flip, the chains came down on two lessers which kept them pinned down long enough to stab them both at the same time as she landed right between them.

The remaining three began to back up as if prepared to run. Two barely had the chance of turning around when Rebekah's chains latched themselves around one neck and a leg before jerking them back. Lodging both of her scythes in the back of their necks, Rebekah removed the black dagger from its sheath on her back and threw it from the tip at the lesser running for his life. He dropped dead when the dagger hit him in the center of his spine.

Rebekah rose to her feet to inspect her kill. She felt disappointed on how easy it was to take out the enemy. Either way, the female got a sliver of revenge so she would have to settle with it tonight.

Since the lesser with the phone was the one who attempted to run, Rebekah walked up to the body to retrieve the phone and her dagger. She then stabbed the bastard in the chest and a bright light engulfed him until nothing was left except for his clothes. The female did the same for the remaining nine bodies until it was only her standing around. She decided to go through the history call and saw that this Mr. R was the only number in the phone. Since this lesser sounded important, the best thing to do was hand over the phone to Vishous to see what he could get off of it.

Using the clothes to clean off her weapons and placing them back in their rightful spots, the female closed her eyes and dematerialized only to appear in the Pit. The place was deserted which meant V and Butch were still out on the streets. Making her way over to the male's computers, she found a sticky note and wrote down for him to take a look at the phone. Sticking the note on one of the monitors with an arrow pointing down at the phone, Rebekah looked at the clock on the computer and flexed her shoulders. The female then dematerialized once more and appeared in an abandoned building.

The windows had been boarded up while chairs laid upside down on the tables all around. Behind her was a dusty bar area that was missing its drinks. Above the bar was a blank space in the shape of a square.

Rebekah stood in The Pack.

After Sam's death, it was decided it would be wrong to run his establishment without him so they had The Pack shutdown.

Rebekah turned on her heel and headed for the stairs leading up to the spare room on the second floor. The door creaked open since it hadn't been used in a while and dust fell from above. Just like the first floor, the spare room was covered in dust with boxes all around and a sheet covering the bed. Rebekah silently headed for the bed and patted a spot before sitting down. Wiping her dusty hand on her pants, the female removed the chain from around her neck and looked down at the tags.

Samuel Thomas St. Lawrence.

"Sam," she whispered. She looked up from the tags at the room. Taking in a shaky breath, her cool began to take over her body until her pain ceased to exist. This was what she did whenever she got a chance. Rebekah would come to The Pack and walk up to this room to say Sam's name. The ache in her chest would come once she said his name along with the reserve she had mastered.

Placing the chain back around her neck and breathing at a steady pace, Rebekah called upon her reserve. Soon all she felt was the need to sleep and nothing else. The pain was gone along with her anger. She would need them both for tomorrow night on her hunt. Then she would come back here and repeat the cycle. Rebekah would continue this sad routine until the day she could no longer come back.

Only then would she be able to grieve for the man she loved.