Finally got the next chapter out. Hope you guys are still around to read it.

R - for situations and violence

Marcus walked into the control room. Screens lined each side of him and he spent a few moments observing their prisoner. Michelle hadn't given them any trouble, besides not giving them the information Stephen wanted. He watched as she paced in her small area, the chains on her wrists and ankles clinking as she made her way back and forth. It made him nervous. They could watch her as much as they wanted but they couldn't control her discussions with the dark mother. Sure, plenty of them had the ability to sway the minds of others but no one possessed the experience required to control Lilith.

Marcus looked around at the monitors. Stephen had spared no expense in setting up the surveillance system. He wanted her watched every second she was here. The monitors displayed her from every possible angle, close up and from a distance. The hallway leading to the cell was displayed as well. If she moved or even sneezed they'd get it.

"Has anything changed?"

"Nothing sir." The first technician glanced over his shoulder at Marcus. "She hasn't said a word. She either paces or sits. She's definitely speaking to her "friend" though. Every now and then she gets this look on her face like she's not really there." He turned back to the monitor and smirked. "Not that I'm complaining. I'm getting paid to sit and watch a beautiful woman all day."

Marcus leaned closer to one of the displays. "Her beauty is dangerous my friend. Not only could she tear you apart with her bare hands, her husband would gut you for looking at her wrong."

The tech just shook his head. "Isn't her husband dead now?"

"I wouldn't bet on it. Stephen isn't stupid enough to believe that. He was just trying to get her riled up, hoping she'd let something slip."

"He'd be weakened though, wouldn't he? I heard the boss emptied his gun at point blank range and ran a sword through his chest."

Marcus sighed. The young and inexperienced, he thought. "Trust me when I say even weakened, you wouldn't want to have to deal with him."

Another technician at the displays behind them spoke up quickly. "Sir! We have movement at the east entrance. Someone has tripped the alarm."

Marcus turned towards the other bank of monitors. "Pull up the east entrance feed." He watched as the display flickered and Michelle was replaced by the east wall outside the compound. A mortal wouldn't have been able to see it, but to Marcus's sharp wolf eyes, the shadows were moving. He leaned in and squinted, his heart starting to beat a bit faster at what he was seeing. At first it didn't look like anything, but movement on the ground between the shadow of a tree and the shadow of the wall caught his eye. The inky blackness seemed to merge somehow. "Rewind back ten seconds and close in on the ground near the wall."

The tech did as he was told and this time, Marcus's heart jumped. There, on the screen, was Almeida. The hybrid wasn't just moving along the darkness, he was using it. Marcus watched as the man jumped from one shadow to the next. What the hell has Stephen gotten us into?

The original tech he had been speaking with broke his study of the footage. "Sir, she stopped pacing."

Marcus turned back to where he was watching Michelle before and leaned in close. She had indeed stopped her pacing and was standing there, her eyes trained on the floor.

"What's she doing?" the tech questioned.

Before Marcus could respond, Michelle slowly raised her gaze to the camera, staring directly at him. "Whatever it is, it can't be good. Alert the ground teams that we have company. He wouldn't have come alone. Whatever you do, don't let her out of your sight."

He no more got the statement out than the cameras all shut off, causing a dizzying flicker from the snow of the many screens.

Marcus looked around worriedly before pulling himself up straighter. He turned to leave the control room. "Alert the ground teams. I'm going to inform Stephen we have a problem."

"Something just happened."

Michelle shivered a little and looked back up at the camera she'd been staring at. She remembered focusing on it; remembered a feeling in the back of her mind but she had no clue what she'd done. She could feel Lilith radiate pride.

You are changing, child. You now have the gift of Auspex.

Lilith could feel Michelle's confusion. The gift of senses, my dear. Our kind have always been able to see, hear and feel more than a mortal but with Auspex, it goes well beyond that. What you felt just now was your soul reaching out for your beloved. He is near and you could feel it. If you concentrate, you can go to him.

Go to him? How? I'm chained to the wall.

Your soul, child. Send him your soul.

Michelle still had no idea what she was talking about or how to even begin to do what she was suggesting.

Close your eyes. Picture him, your Spaniard. Imagine you are together, reach out with your passion.

Taking in a deep breath, Michelle did as she was told. She pictured their wedding, the way he looked at her as they said their vows. She could see him, standing next to her, promising to always love her. She shivered again and the hair rose from her arms. The image of Bill and Karen's backyard faded to the outside wall of the compound and suddenly he was there. Either he couldn't see her or he hadn't noticed her presence.

Tony moved from one shadow to the next. The guard currently in his sights fired wildly into the darkness and didn't have a chance of dodging the sharp blade of Tony's sword. Michelle watched as her husband took the man's armed hand off with one swift stroke. He had the guard by the throat before the severed limb had even touched the ground. She gasped as Tony materialized slowly out of the shadows. The blackness drew in towards his body, painting from his waist down and drawing out the rest of his legs.

"Where is she?" She could hear the rasp in his voice. The bullet wounds were glaring on his chest and a thin line of bluish liquid ran from a few of them.

The man's eyes started to turn yellow and the pupils tilted vertical as he tried to change forms in Tony's hand. Tony tightened his grip, cutting off the guard's oxygen. "Answer me."

Hands flailing wildly, the man clawed at Tony's hold but he never spoke. Tony pulled him in closer and narrowed his eyes, then flinched briefly. Michelle couldn't mistake the sharp crack of bone as he snapped the guard's neck. She reached out to soothe the anger from his face but her hand passed right through him. Her action didn't go unnoticed though as he shot straight up and swung his sword around to guard his front; his eyes sweeping from one side to another.

"Tony..." Michelle spoke, moving around in front of him.

He dropped his sword hand to his side and glanced around timidly. "Michelle!? Where are you?"

"They have me chained in a cell under the compound."

His eyes squinted in anger and then in confusion. "Why can't I see you? How are you talking to me?"

"I don't have time to explain it. I don't even know if I could. But they were expecting you." Her voice dropped low and he could feel her fear. "Be careful Tony. He has men posted all around the compound."

"I'm coming Michelle. I don't care how many people he has. I'll kill every last one of'm." She watched as he started to blend back into the shadows, his eyes glowing blue.

"There are cameras-" She cut off unexpectedly and then there was nothing but silence.

"Michelle? Michelle?!"

She is not here anymore Spaniard.

Nice of you to join me. Where the hell have you been?

For the first time since Caine had arrived, Tony got the impression he wasn't sure how to express himself. Finally he broke the silence and his tone was as sad as it was surprising to Tony. I have lost her once already, Anthony. When you and your beloved allowed us to be together again, my heart was re-grown. To lose her once more...I do not think I could bear it.

Not once, had Caine ever called Tony by his given name. He gripped the handle of his sword tighter and closed his eyes, feeding the older vampire all his determination and fury. Then how about we go in there and make sure that doesn't happen.

Tony could feel Caine shift all his strength to him. The back of his mind started to hum and he could feel himself changing again. No doubt his eyes were glowing golden. I am giving you everything I have Spaniard. Let us go and tear this place asunder.

Silently Tony melted back into the shadows and made his way inside the compound.

Michelle coughed into the ground and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She cracked her eyes open and noticed a small pool of blood directly under her. Raising one hand up she wiped off the corner of her mouth and turned to who had struck her.

The technician, Jonas was his name, smirked down at their prisoner. Once Marcus had left the control room he'd sent the others to dispatch the ground teams, leaving their charge all alone. Saunders may want her alive but who would care if he had a little fun with her? "Get up."

Michelle's eyes narrowed but she did as she was told, stepping back against the wall and as far away from Jonas as she could.

"Oh what's wrong? Do I scare you?" He snorted. "Good. I tend to like a little fear in my women." He stepped closer to her and she flattened herself against the cold stone.

Jonas smirked again and reached out to lean one hand on the wall near her head. He moved closer to her neck and breathed her in. Michelle turned away in disgust and closed her eyes. The back of her head was humming again like before and she felt her eyes tingle.

Do not fight it, child. He means to do you harm. I mean to help you return the favor.

"What is it? I'm not your type?" Jonas pulled her around to face him and the smile on his face dropped once he got a good look at her. Her eyes were glowing yellow and her fangs had dropped. There was something in her gaze, something that told him what he was doing was wrong. What he had always done was wrong. A small fire started in his chest and slowly built throughout his limbs. His breathing became labored and he couldn't keep up with the pain that was spreading along inside him. He was evil, he knew that now; could feel it to the very core of his being and he deserved to be punished. He would consider it an honor to die by her hand.

Jonas didn't say another word, just dropped down to his knees, wincing from the incredible pain that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. As if he had no control over himself, he reached to his side and pulled his knife. He brought the blade up to his throat and at last Michelle could see the recognition and fear of what he was about to do in his eyes. Wordlessly he pleaded with her, but she just smiled back at him, eyes burning brighter.

"What is it, Jonas? Am I not your type?"

And with that he pulled the blade from one side to the other swiftly, slitting his own throat.