His Kiss

Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight or anything linked to it.

Author: Egyptian Kiss

Pairings: Josef/OC, Mick/Beth

Rating: MA

Summary: Breanna Mabalot has had a shaky past and the only person she has made a point to be close to is her "sister" Ally. When Ally sees that Breanna is taking life too seriously, the girls venture out for a night on the town, and Brea ends up meeting someone who shakes up her world. As life goes on from her earth-shattering experience with Josef Kostan, she finds that more and more curiosities jump out at her- and the well kept secret of her blood will be revealed.

Chapter Seven

Brea laid the phone down to rest in its cradle as she hung up and saw that it was covered in red smudges. Pulling back her hand, Brea realized that it was covered in blood- a gapping wound slashed open across the palm. Flipping over her other hand as well, she saw that there was one there too. At the angle and cut of the wounds they matched perfectly with where her hands had gripped the blade that was meant for Ally. Somehow, Brea had been able to grab that blade with her hands and stop it- but how? How was this all happening? They were nightmares. They weren't real. She should not have been hurt.

It didn't matter. She was going to figure out what was going on and she was going to save her sister.

Rushing back to the bathroom, Brea turned on the sink and ran her hands under the water. The sensation of the water rushing over her wounds was painful and tears clouded her eyes as she cleaned her hands. The water swirled red as the blood washed away, and then Brea turned off the flow of water. She grabbed a few bandages and doused her hands in peroxide before spraying some antiseptic; first to her left hand and then to her right. Bandaging the still bleeding wounds, Brea rushed to finish.

As she went to sit in her living room, waiting for him to arrive, Brea flicked on the TV. She had to keep her mind from exploding, or thinking about Ally. Ally was being tortured, battered and bruised by people that were looking for her. Someone was out to get her- but that didn't matter nearly as much as the fact that Ally was suffering because of it.

Some info-merial flashed across the screen boasting an all new acne cream and Brea surfed for a different channel. It seemed like an eternity passed before her doorbell rang and Brea was running to open the door. She opened the door and Mick stood in front of her looking confused and impatient. Moving aside Brea waved him in impatiently.

"Thanks for coming so fast," Brea said.

"You made it sound important."

They entered the living room and Brea waved at a seat, "Please sit."

Mick stared at her for a moment before complying, and took the seat closest to him. Obviously he was confused, but Brea wasn't up to explaining just yet. She turned off the TV and faced him.

"What are you?" First things first.

"Excuse me?" Mick returned. He was caught off guard by her sudden directness.

"What are you? I've seen the signs. You are just like Josef. Your eyes turn the colors just like his and he isn't going to tell me, so you will. What are you?" Brea asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Mick responded, but his eyes flashed right before her own and she slammed a bandaged fist down on the table.

"Don't lie! I know that something is going on and I need to know the truth. Ally is in danger and the person who has her is just like you. And I think…I think I am too. What am I?" Brea questioned, this time her voice was small and shaky.

Mick sat across from her fighting to figure out where this had come from. Why she was pushing this. Something had happened between when he had seen her last and now. He could read it in her eyes. She was scared. She was confused. But what did she mean that she was like him?

"Please Mick. Josef saw this earlier and he bolted. Tell me what this means." Brea removed her necklace- her most treasured possession- and handed it to him without another thought.

Mick's reaction was more subtle than Josef's had been. His eyes flashed and widened, but he didn't jump up and leave in a hurry. He studied it and then her, and then her hands.

"What happened to your hands?" asked Mick.

"Later. Tell me."

"Where did you get this?"

"I've had it since I was a child."

"Josef didn't tell you anything?" Mick questioned.

"No. But I deserve to know. I need to know. Ally is being tortured right now and I need to know," Brea beseeched. She watched him struggle with the right decision before taking a deep breath and facing her more fully.

"I am a vampire. So is Josef. I'm not sure what that makes you. You aren't the same as us. I would have smelled it before now, and you would know. Vampires are created. You were born. This necklace belongs to a family of royal vampires- how you came across it, I don't know. If your friend is being tortured by one of us, it means your friend is in a lot more danger than anyone knows." Mick told her, his voice straightforward and deep.

"Vampire?" Brea said. Her mind accepted it immediately. She knew it was true. He wasn't lying. The clues were there. But how? How could she accept this? How was it that her heart didn't skip a beat- it kept rhythm, it knew that this was true.

"We exist. It's a reality most people don't know about, wouldn't know how to accept. But we are here. The myths, the legends, the fantasies- they aren't all true. We can go into a church without bursting into flames, we can eat garlic, even be awake when the sun comes up. A silver stake through the heart will paralyze us, and overexposure to sunlight drains us- and can kill us. Fire and beheading are the best known ways to destroy us. We have enhanced senses: better sense of smell, strength, sight, and touch. And we do drink blood. But we have a code. We deal out justice to our own, and we don't kill without reason. There are a few of us though, that go beyond the law.

"This necklace belongs to the Duvall family. An ancient family of vampires that have existed through several long centuries. If they are after you, we need to get you out of this apartment- now."

Brea's head was spinning with this new knowledge and her heart beat faster with concern for Ally. She still didn't know what she was exactly if she wasn't like Mick. She didn't understand what this meant for her life. But she knew Mick was right.

Mick followed her as she raced up the stairs to her bedroom and began to hurriedly pack.

She started speaking to him while she threw together her things.

"I have nightmares sometimes. Of my past. Of the night I left my home. They usually play out the same way, but tonight they didn't. I became in control of my dream

tonight and it took me to a castle- I don't know where it is. There was a man and someone

with a knife and they were torturing Ally. They were asking if I was coming for her. If I was coming to save her. She lied, but Mick- she looked up into my eyes and I know she saw me. The man with the blade, he tried to slice her with it and I grabbed hold of blade. When I woke up I called you, and then I saw this."

Brea paused after zipping up one of her duffels' and unraveled the bloody

bandages on her hands. The wounds were healing quickly- which was usual for Breanna. She had always been a fast healer. Abnormally fast.

Mick examined the wounds on her palms and Brea noticed that they had stopped bleeding, but were still fresh and ravaged. He traced a hand along the split skin and muttered a few choice words under his breath.

"That hurts," Brea whispered as he touched a particularly sensitive area.

"How are you accepting all of this so well?" Mick asked, more to himself than to her.

"Because all my life, I have been different. And Ally is the only one that I know who has been able to accept that and understand me. Mick, if you can help me save her; I wouldn't care if you were the fucking Boogeyman." Brea pulled back her hands and rewrapped them in the gauzy material.

"We should clean those and stitch them," Mick told her as he grabbed her two bags before she could.

"I already cleaned them. They'll be fine," Brea dismissed. She didn't feel safe in her own apartment and after Mick had said what he had, she knew it would be a long time before she would be back in it.

Grabbing up her book bag on the way down the stairs, she headed for the door.

"You still need them looked at by a medical professional- that injury is serious."

"I've had worse. Besides, I don't exactly have time to stop at the local ER."

"I'll look at it later. Let's go."

Brea locked her apartment door and followed Mick down the stairs and out into

the night air. Mick's car sat at the curb, blocking a fire hydrant. Ignoring that fact, Brea got into the car and wait for Mick to start it and pull away from the curb. As they drove, Brea shifted back and forth in her seat, uncomfortable in that moment with how uncertain everything was. Nothing in her life was as it should be, but she didn't have time to think about that now.

"Mick, where are we going?" Brea asked. She knew the general direction to his

office, but they weren't headed there.

"I need to talk to Josef." Mick responded, not taking his eyes off the road.

"He wouldn't talk to me earlier, why would he help now?" Brea admitted to herself that she was still upset with Josef. He just left. No explanation. No hint at what he knew. Mick realized that she was in danger just by the necklace, why hadn't Josef? Or did he just not care.

"Things have changed." That was the only answer Mick offered and Brea slumped in her seat. She had to accept it because he was the only person she felt could help her.

The drive was long and when they arrived at Josef's mansion, Brea didn't move to get out of the car. Mick was up and out of his seat and opening her door before she knew it and Brea stared at his hand for long seconds before accepting it and stepping out into the 3 am air.

"Is he even awake right now?" Brea questioned as they made their way to the front door.

"Vampires are usually nocturnal. Very few go to bed before 5 am."

Sighing in discontent, Brea rang the doorbell. They waited several long moments before the door was opened and they were admitted. The maid who opened the door was average height and had long beautiful red hair. She smiled a radiant smile, and escorted them into a parlor on the far left side of the entryway.

"Mr. Kostan will be with you momentarily," came their greeting before the maid offered them each a beverage. When they declined, she disappeared through a staff entrance.

Brea admired the beauty of Josef's home once again. The first time she had been too inebriated to take in the full impacted of the architecture around her. Mick took a seat nearby, but Brea remained standing and staring.

"A little late in the dinning hour to be calling Mick, isn't it?" Josef greeted and then stopped short for a second when he saw Brea. She noticed that his usual smirk slipped for a second before reinforcing itself.

"And you bring a beautiful guest as well."

"Something has come up, Josef," Mick said to him.

Brea continued to stare as Josef came more fully into the room dressed in pressed slacks and a dress shirt. He was incredibly sexy, but for all his charm, Brea was still upset enough to give him her cheek when he came toward her for a kiss. His cool lips grazed her cheek and she stared aloft when he smiled into the brief gesture.

Turning her attention back to Mick when Josef moved away to pour a drink at the bar in the near right corner of the room, Brea waited.

"What brings you here, Mick?" Josef asked again.

"Actually, Brea brought me here. She's not safe at her apartment Josef," Mick began to explain. He went into detail about what Brea had told him about her dream and about the necklace and even about what he had told her. Josef got quiet and tense at this part and Brea caught a glimpse of his eyes flashing silver and his fangs peaking out- he was angry and startled, but he masked it in the next moment.

"Can you describe the man in your dream, Brea?" Mick asked finally when he and Josef finished arguing back and forth about telling Brea the truth. Of course Brea only caught bits and pieces of their hushed conversation.

"Dark hair, pale skin, one eye was normal the other was…different- disfigured. He was harsh and cruel. I don't exactly know what to describe him. He was partially hidden in the shadows."

"Lance," Josef hissed. He seemed to bit down on the word, but Mick and Brea both heard him.

"Lance? You know him?" Brea asked. It was the first time she had directly addressed him since arriving.

"We both do. He's part of the Duvall family. An ancient." Mick offered the information and shrugged when Josef looked at him sharply.

"Do you know where he is? He has Ally. He's torturing her." Brea refused to

admit that he planned to kill her, because that would mean she would have to accept that he might- and she refused.

"We've been searching for Lance for months. There are no leads as to where he is." Josef told her, drinking deeply from his glass of scotch.

"He killed my parents. He has Ally. We have to find him." Brea felt herself starting to panic and bit down again on her rising emotions.

"It's not that easy. I've been trying. Lance kidnapped someone we know and have since been trying to locate them," Mick replied, but his eyes turned cold when he

mentioned someone being kidnapped.

"You mean that Ally isn't the first person he kidnapped. Who else did he take? Why?"

"He kidnapped Coraline, my ex-wife. His sister. She took something from him and he wanted it back." Mick explained, and his nostrils flared in remembrance.

"Look there is nothing that we can do right now. We should start up the search tomorrow," Josef said to Mick.

"Okay. I agree. Look Breanna needs a place to stay," Mick began.

"No, it's fine. I'll just find a motel near here. Don't worry about it," Brea cut him off and made for the door. Josef was in front of her in a second, leaning against the door.

"Don't be ridiculous. Please stay here. My home is open to you," Josef told her, charmingly.

"I'd rather stay in a motel," Brea told him and tried to push passed him, only to have him hold her close in his arms.

"Anger and passion are a fine line. Walk it carefully," Josef whispered in her ear and this time when he leaned in for a kiss, Brea was unable to turn away.

The brief kiss was electric and Brea felt her toes curl with the effort to stay grounded. When they pulled apart, Mick cleared his throat and said something of a goodbye before leaving through the staff entrance.

Staring into his eyes Brea's anger melted away.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything? You must have known that I was different, somehow."

"I don't show my hand until I see yours, doll. I'm still not sure what you are." Josef said, mystified.

"I can't win this game, Josef," Brea responded as he laced his hands with hers.

"Good thing I play for keeps," he whispered against her lips.

They kissed intensely, their hands clasped together as she leaned into his chest.

A maid made a sound as she entered with Brea's bags and looked abashedly to the side.

Brea pulled back from Josef at the intrusion and blushed as much as they maid.

Josef was amused by their reaction and instructed the maid to take Brea's bags to a special room in his wing of the mansion.

"I should get some sleep," Brea told him.

Sighing he agreed and then smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow night. Anything you need, my staff is at your service. Sweet dreams."

A single goodnight kiss and then Josef was gone- Brea was left to follow the maid up the stairs and into her new room.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update- things have been kinda crazy for me with finals going on at my college. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think. EK!