A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*


Bishop was right….

Brooklyn heard the words resonate in her mind as they returned. Her shirt and jeans were stained in the blood her victims.

My victims….My sweet warm victims…..How your screams rang like a harmonious symphony in the night….

Bishop watched as she slid from the Charger and took the steps two at a time. His own clothing was soiled with the blood of the teens, but after nearly 400 years clothing was nothing more than a simple afterthought. He knew Brooklyn continued fighting her instinct, though her actions on the beach revealed she was slipping further into his world. He quietly followed her down the hall towards her room which was located at the very end.

Brooklyn knew Bishop was behind her but didn't look back or care for that matter. If he wanted to barge in on her he would it regardless of her objections. The small but comfortable room greeted her once she flipped on the light. The stench of dried blood irritated her senses and churned her stomach. She stripped away the jacket and boots, dropping them beside the stand. It was growing increasingly difficult to restrain the darkness as the attack on the campsite painfully revealed.

She looked over at her phone and toyed with it between her hands. Thoughts of the hunters she called friends probably weren't aware of her fate. Hell, they probably figured she had gone off somewhere like she always did, returning weeks later with recounts of her exploits.

"They'll kill you the first chance they get," Bishop stood in the doorway. Brooklyn didn't respond and set the phone down beside her.

"Wasn't thinking about them," she muttered.

"Your brother perhaps?"

"I just wonder if he's okay," she sighed sadly.

"I can assure you Eric is alright," he sat down beside her. "Why do you insist on hanging on? It's not healthy."

"What's so wrong with it Bishop? Why can't I walk among humans and maintain a part of that existence?"

"It never turns out the way one hopes," he says with a hint of sadness. "You're a vampire Brooklyn. We don't socialize with humans."

Brooklyn stood up and looked out the window at the city below. Her fingers brushed along the windowsill as her eyes followed the humans on the sidewalk and streets. She could hear every last word, every laugh and cell phone ringing, feeling as if they were cruelly taunting her over what was lost. Bishop felt a small pang in his chest as he watched her mourn over what's been lost.

I don't feel sorry for her…..

He suppressed the shred of emotion as he approached. He had survived 400 years by being a cold blooded killer and refused to feel any emotions towards her! But still, Bishop couldn't deny Brooklyn possessed a fiery spirit that he couldn't resist. Her will to fight him only drove the very desires the vampire sought to kill.

"I just want….." she started to speak then paused before continuing. "I just want to walk amongst them."

"Why?" Bishop appeared beside her. "Look at them Brooklyn. They're weak and feeble, nothing more than hollow shells that function from day to day until Death arrives and reaps their very essence."

"I don't care," she spun around, angered over Bishops indifference. "I refuse to be shut up like some damn leper! I want to go out!"

"No," he answered with a cold flat tone.

"Screw this and screw you," Brooklyn marched towards the bathroom but Bishop immediately blocked her path. His larger body stood between her and the shower. "Bishop….."

The vampire slammed her against the wall and grappled her throat, threatening to cut off her air. Bishop got within inches of her face as his face contorted in anger. Brooklyn knew she had pushed too hard.

"Don't ever do that again," he warned her. "Or next time Eric pays."

Bishop slowly released his grip but realized his mistake as she lashed out and smacked him hard across the face. The vampire's head snapped to the right exposing the perfect imprint of Brooklyn's hand.

Bishop jerked his head back with eyes icy and distant. Brooklyn was caught between him and wall, unable to flee let alone run for the bathroom. She raised her hand to strike him again but Bishop caught her hand and continued to stare hard at his protégé. Brooklyn raised her other hand but felt the lightning speed of his hand slam against her wrist as now both her hands were in his grasp. Her defiant stare drew him closer still as they remained locked in a tense embrace.

Before he realized what was happening, Bishop crushed his mouth hard into hers feeling Brooklyn resisting against him. She pushed back but he was stronger, powerful and hungrier. Bishop pinned her wrists to the wall, holding them there as he continued devouring her mouth. He forced his tongue deep within the recesses of her mouth, savoring the victory he so long hungered for. Brooklyn couldn't fight him any longer and surrendered to his will. Her resistance shattered and the need for more rapidly rose to the surface. She wanted more, to feel his body on top of hers, beside her and inside of her.

Bishop flung her from the wall and onto the bed, keeping the smaller vampire pressed between the bed and his body. He felt her hands slip up the dark blue sweater, tugging it up and over his head. The skilled fingers pulled apart the tiny offending buttons, the last thing between cool ripped flesh and her rapacious touch. Bishop drew back ripping away the shirt then pawed at the dark grey shirt that she still wore. The dried blood was offensive to his senses and the sight of the soiled garment landing on the floor made him grin.

Brooklyn felt his cool lips press against her neck, lightly nipping and kissing her smooth skin. She arched her neck exposing more for Bishop to take. Bishop fisted her hair within his hands, but didn't cause her any pain as he drew her pouty lips in his. He felt her nails rake his back, leaving raised welts in their wake. Bishop hissed at the burning pain, but secretly he loved it. He loved how her tongue ran forcefully against his and how her hands grabbed and massaged the tight globes of his ass, teasing him with those sinful fingers.

She felt his hands tear away the black lace bra exposing her soft supple breasts. Bishop licked his lips as he saw the perfect buds atop the perky breasts.

"God…" she gasped as his fingers teased and rolled one of her erect nipples and mouth licked and sucked the other. Her scent fused with the rich infusion of blood from her earlier feeding sending Bishop's senses into the blinding depths of pleasure and euphoria. The essence of sex bled through her jeans, charging the air around them with a thick sexual pulse. Brooklyn shot her hands down between their bodies and fumbled with the button on his pants. Bishop gasped against her skin as the long forgotten sensations flooded his body and mind with the simple caress of her hand. The feathery touch of her fingers along his swollen cock was more than he could bear. The vampire couldn't take it any longer!

He growled in need and savagely ripped away the restrictive denim and cotton. Her naked body glowed in the soft light of the room as he hovered over her. Her hair glistened like golden copper and eyes shined like obsidian in the sun. Bishop tore his clothing away from his hips and legs revealing his toned physique to his lover. Her eyes spied the solid cock curled upward with drops of precome around the head.

She sat upon her knees and swallowed the thick member between her lips. Bishop groaned and tilted his head back as the sweet wet warmth enveloped him. Bishop slowly rocked his hips in sync with her full swollen lips while he watched her cheeks hollow out as she slid her mouth back and forth against his cock. If those sinful lips kept it up he was going to explode! He wanted more! He needed more!

Brooklyn felt his hands push against her shoulders and guide her back against the bed. Bishop captured her lips within his and lowered his weight against her body. He parted her legs with one knee as she moved the other eagerly. Brooklyn arched her back and felt the thick solid pressure entering her body. Bishop pushed further inside until he was balls deep then gently rocked his hips against her. The vampire couldn't find the words to describe what he was feeling and experiencing as the clenching heat constricted around him. Their mouths devoured one another as their bodies rocked against the bed, hitting the headboard against the wall. But neither one cared as they unleashed their sexual needs upon the other. Hands roamed and caressed across scarred hungry flesh, filling a need that had long been neglected.

Brooklyn felt her body coil and tighten as the beginnings of orgasm simmered within. The head of his cock ran over the sweet bundle of nerves, driving her closer to the edge. Bishop watched as Brooklyn writhed and cried beneath him as her body exploded and coated his cock and thighs with the ambrosia of her climax. He reveled over how her body reacted to his touch, spilling her release against his flesh. He felt her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to her body as she rode out the first wave.

"Bishop…." She whimpered as her body crested again. The vampire quickly quieted her with his mouth and sensed his own body was drawing near. It was a feeling he had not experienced in almost 300 years but never forgot the sheer bliss and euphoria that coursed through his body and mind, blinding his senses with the intoxicating scents of sex and blood.

Brooklyn looked up through half lidded eyes and caught the shine of his fangs in the light. She smiled thinly and exposed her neck for him to take. Bishop felt his body tighten and constrict as he fought off the urge for release. He wasn't ready to surrender just yet! No, Bishop wanted to continue feeling her body milking him gently as he thrusted harder inside. But his body gave out and spilled into her waiting body. His fangs pierced her neck and tasted the thick honey that bubbled to the surface. His vision was blurry and mind swimming as he continued feeding from her. Brooklyn moaned and ran her hands down his sides and back as he slowly pulled away. The smell of sex blood and semen filled the air as they rested on the bed.

Bishop pulled her in his arms, surrounding Brooklyn with a protective circle around her body. He kissed the spot where his fangs tore into her skin and licked away the drying blood. It was some of the hottest and angriest sex Bishop ever had and he loved it.

Marcus watched as the pair curled up against one another on the bed and felt the rage welling within. He knew it was Bishop's right sleep with whoever he wanted but her! He wanted to barge in and ruin the moment between them but thought the better of it as Bishop would surely bring his wrath down upon him.

"Red haired slut," he muttered before storming the down the hall and towards the car.

Okay guys...I decided this was the time to let them finally give in. Now don't be shy to leave a review as I stayed up late tonight to post this one! I think I know how Brooklyn's loyalty to Bishop is going to be cemented after watching tonight's episode...