Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the original characters that I have created.

Rating: M for violence and swearing and sexual references (in the future)

Author's Note: I do apologize for the very, very long wait. Real life seemed to have caught up with me for a while - been very busy with interviews and starting my internship at the hospital. I can't promise regular updates but will try my best. This story does include femslash, so if it does offend you, I apologize in advance.

This is told from several POVs so I hope it doesn't confuse you too much. This chapter has been beta-ed by Violent-Flames. Thank you so much for being my beta and taking the time. I hope the long wait has been worth it. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.


Chapter two:

"Oh god…what have you done to me?"

Bewildered blue eyes stared accusingly at the dark brunette, silently waiting for the answer she already knew yet couldn't bring herself to acknowledge. Memories from the night slowly began to surface and push through the barrier her mind had created. It certainly didn't help to still taste the bitter, metallic liquid in her mouth or the elongated, sharp fangs. As Amelia reached out, the blonde couldn't help but flinch and in her attempt to back away, Trinity felt her world tilt on its axis. Strong, cool hands grasped her arms firmly before she could topple over the edge of the bed

Everything seemed to happen in a blur. One moment Trinity was sitting before her with a look of horror and accusation and the next she was toppling over the side of the bed. Amelia silently thanked her reflexes as she managed to grab hold of the newly turned vampire before she left a face print on the white floors of the medical infirmary.

"Just breathe Trinity," Amelia gently instructed through the haze as the blonde struggled to regain control.

In the distance Trinity could hear the same gentle voice call out in panic, the words bouncing harshly off the walls of her mind, and the sound of footsteps echoed loudly causing her to wince. She silently pleaded for it to stop before panic began to take hold of her as several hands grabbed onto her.

"N-No! Amelia!"

"Easy now! You're okay. We're not here to hurt you. Just take a deep breath, in and out," a deep, soothing voice instructed the blonde, choosing to ignore the sudden fear that gripped him as the doctor heard Amelia growl lowly at him for taking the newly turned vampire away from her grasp. He turned and addressed the nurse quietly, "I'm going to need some blood."

Dr. Walsh glanced across his shoulder noticing that Amelia was hovering nearby like a worried parent, and turned his gaze to the other three occupants that had all rushed into the room upon hearing Amelia's alarmed cry for help. His gaze turned back to the newly turned vampire, noting that the wild and frantic look had all but disappeared upon realizing that Amelia had not left her side.

"My Lady, perhaps you'd like to wait outside," Ewan suggested and earned a glare from the Elder. He swallowed and smiled weakly, "I'm sure the erhm...Trinity would like some privacy whilst Dr. Walsh examines her."

"She looks perfectly fine to me," Jasper replied crossing his arms with the clear intent of not leaving, a sentiment that Amelia herself seemed to agree with. However, before Jasper could continue on, Adam reached out and slapped him on the back of the head causing him to hiss in pain. Glaring at the older vampire, Jasper turned and cleared his throat, "What I mean to say is that I agree with Adam, Amelia."

Amelia huffed, clearly not wanting to leave Trinity alone especially not after tonight's events. Dr. Walsh couldn't help but smile slightly as he watched the Elder battle internally before finally relenting even though, reluctantly. She was like a new mother fussing over her new born - too worried that something would happen if she took her eyes off of her.

"We'll be right outside," Amelia stated, her dark eyes swirling with silent threats should any harm come to Trinity as she met Dr. Walsh's gaze. Her statement though, was more directed to Trinity before she stepped out of the infirmary.

Once outside the infirmary, Amelia stared at the door for a moment before turning away. Now that Trinity had awoken, her mind could begin to focus on the events that lead her to one of Ziodexs' research facilities. She had heard nothing from Viktor or from Jonathan or even Selene for that matter, and now that the mansion had been massacred by some winged beast, Amelia wasn't sure just how many had survived. The coven was now in a weakened state and she knew that sooner or later New York was going to demand answers she wasn't sure she had yet.

Questions flittered through her mind, swirling around and adding to the already growing list. Frustration was building from the lack of answers and her anger surged as she needed to place the blame on someone.

"Have you heard from Viktor?" Amelia asked dark eyes landing on Kahn's second-in-command.

"No."

"Kahn?"

"No."

"What about the humans? Jonathan?" Amelia asked frustration seeping through.

"No word from anyone," Adam replied hesitating for a moment before continuing, "Not even Selene my Lady."

"How many men can you spare Ewan?" Amelia turned, questioning the director. She needed answers and she was going to get them.

"I can give you at least ten."

"Adam, take the Ziodex guards with you and get back to the mansion. Find out if there are any survivors. Some may have managed to escape. I need you to locate Marcus' tomb. You are to protect it at all costs. Do you understand?"

"Of course my Lady."

"Jasper, I want to know how long before my Death Dealers arrive from New York," Amelia instructed turning to the young vampire. The coven was now facing an unknown enemy and she needed to prepare for the worse. "Contact Dmitry. Hopefully he managed to catch his flight before the mansion was hit."


Silence surrounded the bedraggled group as they drove out of the city towards the mansion. Selene had been on edge ever since her fight with Viktor. She had done the unthinkable and now, now she didn't know what she was supposed to do or who to trust for that matter. But she knew that her first priority was to get to Trinity and get her as far away from the chaos as she could. Selene would not allow this war to taint her like it had tainted her.

Her foot pushed down on the accelerator and as they drove closer to the mansion, the Death Dealer couldn't help but feel uneasy. She stared out the window, trying to see the large building only to see smoke rising high into the night sky and it was then that she understood why her heart was tightly gripped by fear. Her foot slammed on the break and she couldn't help but feel breathless, almost as if someone had punched her and left her winded. Dark eyes stared at the destruction and the devastation of her home as it burned brightly in the night sky. Wild and untamed.

"Oh my God," Melinda gasped, her hand covering her mouth as she watched the building burn down. Her eyes filled with unshed tears hoping that the blonde had made it to safety before the fire had started.

"What..." Jamie gasped trying to comprehend what he was seeing, yet the only thought he had was of Trinity. They had left her here. He had left her here. His stomach churned and he could feel panic begin to take over him. Throwing the door open, he jumped out of the van and ran towards the burning building as he called for his sister "Trinity!"

"Jamie!" Leo shouted as he scrambled after him. The sharp-shooter didn't have to look to know that Selene has already gone racing after Jamie. He could hear the agony of the young man as he bellowed his twin's name, desperate to find her.

"Trinity!" Jamie screamed hands behind his head as he stared desperately into the flames, trying to find a way to get in. Tears streamed down his cheeks and as he made a move forward, strong hands grabbed him back. Growling he struggled to break free, refusing to let whoever it was hold him back from his sister.

"Let me go!" He shouted, fighting against the strong hold of Leo. He swung violently and broke free, running back only to be tackled to the ground by Michael. "Get the fuck off of me! She's my sister! She's in there!"

"She's gone," Michael said trying frantically to reach the young man.

Rage flashed in his hazel eyes and Jamie spat angrily at him, "Don't you fucking say that! She's in there! You hear me? She's in there!"

"Jamie!" Melinda cried, grabbing the young man and cradling his head in her hands as she stared down in his heartbroken eyes. Sobbing, she blinked and allowed the tears to fall, all the while repeating, "She's gone. She's gone."

Dark eyes stared at the flames, watching as it licked and destroyed everything it touched. The flames crackled and flickered, radiating an intense heat that she wasn't used to feeling. The night sky was filled with violet shades of orange and yellow as smoke continued to fill the sky, casting dark, angry clouds above them. The smell of smoke and blood played havoc on her senses as she desperately searched for Trinity's unique scent.

Unshed tears glittered in her eyes as her heart silently broke into a thousand pieces at the thought of what she'd lost. It clenched painfully and a mixture of anger and regret swept through her. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Trinity was supposed to be safe from harm, from the darkness that had once taken over her own life. She hadn't belonged in this world and Selene had tried so very much to protect her from it. She gritted her teeth, refusing to allow the tears to fall. She couldn't accept this. She wouldn't. Her eyes flickered back and forth between dark brown and electric blue as she fought for control. She could feel it slipping through her fingers.

So, this is what it's like to have loved and lost she thought bitterly, wishing she had never allowed herself to feel such emotions. Feelings had clouded her judgement and when it came to Trinity, Selene knew that her world had tipped off its' axis. Turning away from the devastation, she clenched her jaw tightly holding the emotions that threatened to break free.

"We need to get out of here," Selene said quietly over the crackling of the flames, her voice devoid of any emotions.

She needed to gain back control. She needed to push her feelings as far away from her as possible and lock it in the deepest and darkest recesses of her mind. This was what she did best. Cold and hard.

Growling, Jamie glared furiously at her and pushed Melinda away from him as he stalked over to the vampire. Anger and betrayal flooded his body, hating the fact that his sister had fallen in love with a creature that couldn't show any emotion. "Where the fuck are we supposed to go? We've lost everything! Gabe is dead. Trinity is dead! Tell me where?"

"Calm down," Danny said pushing Jamie away from the Death Dealer and trying to rein the younger man in before he did something he'd regret later on.

"Fuck you, Danny!"

"We can't stay here, we're going to be sitting ducks for the remaining Death Dealers," Jonathan reasoned, voice wavering with emotion as he turned away from the flames and stared at his broken family.

"This is yourfault!" Jamie shouted furiously as he ignored Jonathan. He shoved Danny aside and pushed the vampire, anything to get her to react. He was looking for a fight, and deep down Jamie knew that if he pushed the right buttons, Selene would give him one.

"Why couldn't you just leave her alone? If you just left her alone, she wouldn't...she wouldn't be dead!"

"I was protecting her!" Selene snapped, her eyes immediately flashing blue and her fangs elongating, "This is not my doing."

"I trusted you! She trusted you!"

"You think I had a hand in this? This was not done by the Coven-"

"If you loved her, you would have let her go!"

"I cared deeply for your sister, don't you ever question that," Selene growled, beginning to feel her control slip as she grabbed him by the shirt front. She had never cared for anyone like she cared for Trinity and to have Jamie question her feelings, caused a surge of emotions to rush forward. Dark eyes flickered to their unnatural blue and she couldn't help but feel a small tickle of satisfaction at the fear that radiated off of the human.

"You don't know anything about love," he snarled earning an angry hiss from the vampire, knowing that he had hit a nerve.

Without any warning, Selene took a swing at him, fist colliding hard against the side of his face. Jamie grunted in pain, a feeling he welcomed before he tackled the vampire to the ground. He managed to throw a punch in before the vampire managed to gain the upper hand, kneeing him hard in the gut. Winded Jamie gasped in pain as two pairs of hands pulled him off of the vampire before she could beat him into a bloody and unrecognisable mess.

"Bloody hell! Get them away from each before they kill one another!" Jonathan shouted managing to pull Jaime away with Leo's help. He couldn't help but wince at the sight of the twin's face. He had a busted lip and he could barely open his right eye. Blood trickled out from the side of his mouth and Jamie turned his head to spit.

"I think he sustained some broken ribs," Melinda murmured reaching out to take her father's place beside the twin.

"Fucking hell..." Jamie silently cursed and glared across at the Death Dealer and for the first time he hated the fact that she was immortal. He had managed to throw in a few good hits, but the vampire seemed to show no evidence of being in a brawl.

Furious, Selene shrugged Michael off of her and glowered at Jamie. She was seething inside and at the same time, she felt lost and broken. Nothing compared to the very thought, the very idea of losing someone who meant the world to you, someone who you loved and would give everything and anything to keep them safe and protected.

Did she love Trinity?

She still didn't have an answer to that or perhaps she refused to let herself analyze her feelings for what they really were. She wasn't one who liked to talk about her feelings or knew how to express them. Instead, she always hid them, buried them behind a thousand yards of stone. So thick that it was impossible for anyone to get through.

Except for Trinity - The shy and socially awkward girl, with a mind that was as sharp as a knife. When it came to Trinity, Selene felt so out of control that she was almost desperate to do anything to gain it back. Nobody in the entire world past, present or future could do that to her. She flipped the world she knew upside down with complete disregard to everything and anything. And now…now she was gone and Selene didn't know what to do or feel. It left her feeling broken and lost. And she hated it.

"Have you two finished beating the crap out of each other?" Jonathan exclaimed as he regarded the pair furiously, chiding them like children. He ran a tired hand over his buzz cut, feeling exhausted and heartbroken. "We're all hurting! We're all feeling this pain! Pull yourselves together."

There was a moment of silence before Rusty cleared his throat, eyes shining brightly with tears, "What do we do now?"

"We keep moving. I know a place we can use," Selene revealed, still showing no hint of being involved in a brawl or that she had lost someone dear to her. Her eyes stared coldly at them all and Rusty couldn't help but wonder what it was that Trinity had seen in the vampire. He couldn't help but shiver at her icy demeanor.

Perhaps Jamie was right, was Selene even capable of love?


Adam checked the magazine, silently counting each bullet before reinserting it back into his gun. There was no telling what they'd come up against when they returned to the mansion. He hoped that the creature had gotten bored and decided to leave, although he had a feeling that it wouldn't. Whatever it was, it had been hungry and lusting for blood. Glancing around at the team Ewan had provided, Adam couldn't help but sense their apprehension and he pressed his lips together, unsure of what to say.

"Sir, we're about two miles from the mansion," the driver informed glancing in the rear-view mirror and received a nod from the Death Dealer.

"Alright, let's keep this simple. This is a search and rescue operation. We cover each floor and each room – and work our way up. We're assuming whatever creature that attacked us is still there, so eyes and ears sharp. We make sure that Marcus is protected and safe. Any survivors are to be taken back to the facility. Understood?"

"Yes sir," came the reply as the two vans slowly came to a stop.

The doors to the black vans were thrown open as the team stepped out. As they began to spread out and periodically sweep the perimeter, Adam couldn't help but suddenly feel uneasy. Something wasn't right. Moving closer to the mansion, he began to understand why. Viktor's mansion, the one that once stood proudly was now destroyed and burned down, leaving nothing but ruins behind.

"What the hell happened here?" one of the Ziodex guards questioned in bewilderment, clearly having not seen anything like this before in his life.

"I don't know," Adam murmured, gripping his weapon tighter as he took in his destroyed home.

"H-How could anyone survive this?"

"Take three with you. Find any survivors, the others are with me," Adam instructed.

The heat from the fire could still be felt as they made their way through the fire ravaged mansion, stepping over charred furniture and mutilated corpses of the Budapest Coven. The Death Dealer couldn't help but feel violated – this had been his home for over a century and to have some…creature enter and destroy it angered him.

It was almost an impossible task to get to the Elder's resting place. The walls and the roof had caved in under the pressure and destruction, making it difficult for Adam and his team.

Slowly moving over and under the debris Adam moved to the controls and activated the doors to the throne room. Nodding to the guards, they raised their weapons as the doors slowly began to open only to stop half way. Growling Adam slammed his fist onto the controls in frustration.

"Let's move quickly, there's no telling how long this place is going to stand," Adam commanded as the ground shook and bits of plaster and dust began to rain down from above them.

A strong scent of blood lingered in the air, causing Adam to pause momentarily. His brows creased and his eyes widened as he realized why. There on the cold floors of the throne room were mutilated bodies of Death Dealers and Kraven's men, scattered in pieces. It was like a battle field. Blood stained what was left of the walls and floors. But it was the sight of Marcus's' empty coffin that caused him to be breathless.

"Shit," he muttered. Amelia was going to be absolutely furious when she found out. Running a hand through his hair, he looked around at the bodies, trying to identify them. A familiar body caught his eyes and he slowly made his way over, gently kicking it in an attempt to turn it over.

"I think this belongs to the body," a guard said, pointing to the severed head. A small smirk touched the Death Dealer's lips. At least they didn't have to worry about Kraven, although Jasper was going to be more than annoyed that someone had gotten to the traitor before he did.

"Sir?" a voice came through the ear piece. "We've found some tire tracks at least ten meters away from the mansion and some blood."

"Alright, we're coming out," Adam replied and hesitated for moment before asking, "Any survivors?"

"No sir."


Amelia looked up to see a disgruntled Dr. Walsh step out of the infirmary, clutching a bag of blood in his hands. He did not look happy or impressed as he closed the door firmly, all the while muttering under his breath. Her ears picked up on 'patient', 'impossible' and 'frustrating vampire'.

"Is there a problem Dr. Walsh?"

He stared at the elder for a moment, knowing that it wasn't his place to question her decision to turn the young blonde or not. He didn't think he'd live to see the sunrise if he did. All he could do was hope that she had made the correct decision.

"Everything seems to be in good order - however she's…refusing to feed, my Lady. It's important that she does and soon, before her cravings become too hard to handle. She's…not listening to me, but perhaps you'll have better luck," Dr. Walsh explained looking meaningfully at her.

There was always a bond between the Sire and childe and he had no doubt that this bond was strong between the Elder and the blonde. Handing her the bag of blood, he gave her a small encouraging smile and whispered, "Good luck."

Holding the bag of blood in her hand, the Elder stared at it, not sure how to proceed. She was used to commanding others to do her bidding but Trinity wasn't like the others and she refused to let herself think that she was. No, Trinity was not like the others at all. Of all the people she could have sired, she had chosen Trinity because she was different in many ways. She would not let anything or anyone harm her and like a mother, she would guide her through this and show her how wonderful her new life could be.

With that in mind, she entered the room, dark eyes already searching and finding her childe. Blue orbs stared back at her, shining in confusion and apprehension. Holding the bag of blood out, Amelia simply waited for the blonde to take it only for blue eyes to harden.

"I'm not drinking that," she whispered looking away and swallowing down the hunger and disgust. She didn't want to drink it - in fact she downright refused to. She would not allow herself to become a monster.

"If you don't drink this, your hunger will not be quashed. You will be a danger to all those you've sworn to protect. All those innocent people…their deaths will be on your hands. Drink this," Amelia softly urged, watching as the blonde flinched and moved away from her.

"I can't…I don't…I don't want to be a monster."

Amelia hissed and reached out grabbing hold of Trinity's hands, "You are not a monster. Drinking this? Does not make you a monster. It is synthetic blood. You of all people know that feeding from humans is forbidden."

Trinity whined and looked away, knowing that everything the Elder was saying was true. "Why did you turn me?"

The question had nagged and chewed away at her as she tried to understand the sudden change her life had taken. Her mind was still struggling to comprehend that she had been so close to death, only to be pulled back and given a new life as a creature she had sworn to protect others from.

"You were dying and I could not accept that…I refuse to accept that," Amelia firmly stated before softening, "You saved my life once despite knowing exactly what I am."

"So you did it because…you were indebted to me?" the blonde asked, eyebrow arching in disbelief before she looked aghast and lost, like a child who didn't understand why the leaves turned brown in autumn."I-I didn't ask for this. I don't think I want it."

The rejection almost broke Amelia's heart and she struggled to understand the raging emotions inside her. It hurt the Elder to think that Trinity believed that she was indebted to her. She had chosen her because they had a connection, because there was no one else like her out there, because Amelia knew what it was like to be lonely in a world that was filled with people. But mostly because Amelia wanted to protect and love her, like the mother Trinity never had.

"I turned you because you're different from others. I could have chosen anyone but I chose you. You are my only childe and you will be my only childe. I do not wish to sire another nor do I have the intentions to do so," Amelia quietly explained staring into blue orbs, trying to make her understand. "I know how lonely the world can be despite being constantly surrounded by people, to not have a mother…who loves you…I don't want you to feel that anymore. Immortality is a gift and one that I'm glad to give to you. I will teach so many things and show you how wonderful life can be. I will protect you from anyone and anything. You'll never be alone."

Drawing a hand back, the Elder grasped the bag of blood and held it out to the blonde. It hurt to see the fear shining in her blue eyes and gently, she brushed loose strands of hair away from her face, in hopes of quelling it. "You can never be a monster, not in my eyes."

Swallowing thickly, Trinity stared at the Elder with apprehension and her eyes dropped down to the offered bag of blood with hesitation. She knew that everything Amelia had said was true and she knew that she would never hurt or lie to her. With shaking hands the blonde took the bag and stared at it for a moment, and slowly looked up in acceptance.