A/N: The story goes from the past to the present and Giacomo Vincenzi is Peter's ancestor.

Chapter Two

Having a hangover was normal for Peter as he walked down the stairs and moaned. The ties to the black silk robe dangled at his sides as he brushed his fingers through his dark brown hair and stopped, sniffing the air. He smelt something coming from the kitchen as he staggered down the hallway and stood in the kitchen doorway, blinking his eyes a few times. Standing in front of the stove was Charlie Brewster's mother, Jane, and she was softly singing while cooking some scrambled eggs. He had insisted that she and Charlie moved in with him after the house she bought after Jerry Dendridge had blown up their old house had a basement filled with mold and nests of termites were in the walls. She knew, as a real estate agent, that she should have checked but she was in a rush and forgot. He had heard her call out at night from nightmares from what Jerry had done and Peter had to admit that he had been having nightmares as well. Jane was impressed with how he furnished the penthouse and he had explained what most of the trophies and objects were in the cabinets and display cases. She was more surprised by his panic room and he told her he only used it in emergencies.

"Morning," he mumbled as he sat down at the table and Jane nodded her head. His dark brown hair stuck up on the top of his head as his bloodshot chocolate brown eyes looked at her and she sighed, walking closer to the table.

"You look like shit," she said as he placed his chin in his hand and gave her a blank look with his eyes open wide.

"I had trouble sleeping," he said as she placed the plate in front of him and he picked up the fork, picking at the scrambled eggs. "Where's my Midori?"

"It's a little early for that, don't you think?" she asked as he arched an eyebrow and she sighed, going back to cooking the eggs. He picked at the scrambled eggs when he started eating and half closed his eyes. His mind drifted back to three month ago and he saw Charlie sitting in the living room, trying to get information on how to kill vampires. He knew that Charlie was feeding him a line and he was just being friendly, hoping that he would just go away and leave him alone. He didn't want anything to do with vampires but Charlie dragged him back into a life he thought long gone and he sighed, rubbing his left eye with his finger.

"It wasn't really his fault. Who knew that asshole would come back into my life and start causing trouble again."

"Did you say something?" Jane asked as she placed the eggs on the plate and he picked some eye grit out of his eye.

"Just talking to myself," Peter grumbled as she nodded then walked to the stove and turned the stove off. He watched her put the plate on the table then sat down and sipped on the coffee in her usual blue coffee mug. He ate some more eggs as he sighed and she saw the lost look in his eyes. Being good at reading people, she knew when someone needed to talk and when to leave them alone but there was something in his eyes that wanted to talk.

"You ok?" she asked as he blinked his eyes a few times and sighed.

"I just have a headache," he said and she softly smiled.

"You hung over, that's what you are," she teased and he glared at her. "Peter, I know it isn't my place to tell you what to do but you really should…"

"Hold it right there!" he said as he held up his left hand and she nodded her head. "Sorry…Sorry, I'm just a bastard when I'm hung over."

"That's alright," she said as she sipped on her coffee then placed the coffee mug down on the table.

"Where's Charlie?"

"He left. He has a history test today," Jane said and he nodded.

"Did he take the limo?" he asked and she softly smiled.

"No, he took the town car."

"Aw, he should take the limo. He could pretend to be a rock star," he said with a smile and she softly laughed.

"So, what are you doing today?"

"I need to rehearse that rope escape then there's the interview for a new girl for my act. Shit, I know that my act isn't the best on the strip, but you'd think they'd stay for more than a few days, Ok, I admit that I'm not the easiest guy to work for. What happened to loyalty?" he said as he poked some scrambled eggs on the fork and shoved the scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"I don't know. We had four people quit the agency in the last month due to the market not doing well," she said and he nodded. Looking at her watch, she quickly ate her breakfast then got up and he watched her heading out the kitchen. "Shit, I just remembered that I'm showing a house today!"

"Take the limo!" he shouted as her laughter echoed down the hallway and he smiled, taking the silver flask out of the pocket of his robe, opened it and took a swig of Midori.

London, England 1811

The sunlight brightened the room as the maid opened the curtains then turned, looking at the bed. Giacomo had the duvet half over his head as he sighed and rolled over onto his back, blinking his eyes open. His dark brown hair was scattered on the pillow as he hand slid across the duvet when he felt the empty space and he covered his eyes with his lower arm.

"Good morning, Surh," the maid said as he lowered his arm and looked over at her.

"Good morning, Kristina," he said as she walked closer and moved the duvet and bedding back. He was wearing a long, white cotton nightshirt and Kristina held up the dark blue dressing gown and he slid his arms in the sleeves. She turned him around as she tied the dressing down closed and he smiled at her. Her family had worked for his family for generations and he thought she was a rather pleasing young woman. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes and her face was round with chubby cheeks. She was a little shorter than he was and was the youngest daughter of Mister Fitzgibbons, the head of the house and head butler. Giacomo knew she had a crush on him but he never recognized those feeling and she placed the slippers on his feet. "Kristina, may I ask your opinion on something?"

"Och, aye, what do you wish tae ken?" she asked with her sweet Scottish accent.

"What is your opinion of Miss Lake?" he asked and she stood up quickly with a startled look on her face. "Are you alright?"

"Aye, Surh, but it isnae my place tae speak evil of someone of a higher class."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Surh," she said as she looked around the room like she was hoping that no one would overhear what she was about to say and he cupped her chin in his hand and she looked deeply into his chocolate brown eyes. "I have heard from others that Miss Lake isnae the right woman for you."

"And why isn't she the right woman for me?"

"Well, they say…they say that she is nae a woman of class. They say that she has evilness in her," she said softly as he let go of her chin and started pacing back and forth. "Surh, believe me when I say that I think Miss Lake is a wonderful woman."

"Yes, I believe you," he said then walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Just who are these people that are saying these things?"

"I dinnae ken their names, Surh, but some of the people last night were speaking badly aboot her most of the night. I would have said some choice words with them but I dare nae, seeing that it would cause me my position if I did."

"Yes, I see where that would be a problem," he said with a nod of his head and patted her shoulder.

"Surh, if I may speak freely?" she asked and he nodded his head. "I also heard words aboot you. This man was talking with your father and mentioned something aboot your late night activities."

"I don't know what you are talking about," he said and saw a small smile on her lips.

"Again, Surh, I dinnae wish you tae be angry but I have seen the blood on your trousers and shirts. I kept my tongue but I have figured out something," she said and he arched an eyebrow.

"And what is it that you think you know about me?" he asked with a stiff tone and she half smiled.

"You are a night hunter," she said and placed a hand on his shoulder. "See, my granddad was a night hunter as well. There were many a time that my grandmother would see him lying on the lounge or the floor with blood on him and he finally told her the truth. True, she was terrified that he would bring evil into the house but it never stopped him from going out and killing those vile creatures. That is why I never told anyone aboot your bloody clothing and would burn them."

"Ah, so that's why I keep finding new shirt and trousers in the wardrobe," he said and she nodded. "Well, thank you for not saying anything."

"But what are you going tae do aboot your father? He thinks…Well, he thinks…" she said softly and he softly laughed, shaking his head.

"I know full well what he thinks. What I can't do is let him find out what I really do at night. If he found out…." Giacomo sighed and she patted his shoulder.

"But wouldnae he understand that what you are doing is ridding the world of creatures of darkness?"

"Ah, there's the problem. Like most people, my father doesn't believe that creatures like that exist," he said and she nodded her head.

"Well, come eat. Your breakfast is getting cold," she said as he nodded and they headed for the table near the window.

"Peter?" was what his brain heard while someone shook him and he sighed, opening his eyes. He had gone back to bed for a quick nap as he looked up at Ginger and she had a concerned look in her eyes. Blinking his eyes a few times, he saw Jane standing next to the bed and he frowned, feeling his chest growing a little tight. He had told Ginger's family that she had been attacked after calling to tell them she was dead and stood at the back at her funeral.

"Are you ok?" Jane asked she sat on the edge of the bed and brushed the hair from his eyes.

"Yeah, I just went back to bed for a bit," he said as she helped him sit up and he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Which means you missed rehearsal,"

"No, I did the rehearsal. Just felt tired afterwards," he said then looked at the alarm clock on the night table. "Oh shit, I have to get ready! The interviews are in ten minutes," he said as he got out of bed and she watched him run into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Sighing, she shook her head as she got off the bed and left the room.