Beneath Paris

Annie lay in her stone walled cell, her eyes red, her cheeks wet from tears, her left arm was numb now, the pain had seemed to fade, after the bloodletting. Islara had taken her blood, by slicing open Annie's left arm, Darius had watched, while Islara collected the blood. Darius had been the one to lock Annie in the cell where it was safe, where the Vampire brides couldn't get her.

Darius appeared at the iron gate, and Annie's eyes looked up to him.

"How do you feel?" Darius asked, taking a bite out of a green apple.

"Why did she take my blood?" Annie ground her teeth together. "Why did you let her?"

"Its not my place to ask." Darius raised an eyebrow.

Annie sat herself up. "What did she want with my blood?"

Darius didn't answer.

"What did she want with my blood?" Annie shouted as she climbed to her feet and approached the gate.

"For Blood-Magic." Darius finally answered.

"What?" Annie frowned.

"Don't worry, you're not the only one she's taking blood from." Darius smirked, and suddenly the cry of a baby and the scream of a mother echoed through the darkness.

The Bridge Of The Nautilus

"Why didn't you stop her?" Sawyer shouted at Van Helsing.

"Hey, I'm not nurse and she's old enough to do what she wants." Van Helsing defended himself.

"And you let Skinner go with her." Mina rolled her eyes.

Quartermain wiped his beard and sighed. "He's right, Vivian's old enough to do as she wishes." He sighed again. "We continue to Paris, at least we know she'll be there somewhere."

"Its almost dark." Carl pointed out.

"So, what do we need, to kill a Vampire?" Quartermain looked to Van Helsing.

Somewhere In Paris

Henry and Fred had been walking through Paris for almost fifteen minutes, before it got dark and a festival slowly began.

"How are we going to find anyone in this?" Henry asked Fred, as they stared out over the crowded streets.

"I'm not sure, come on." Fred took a breath.

Fred and Henry did their best to stay together, as the crowds grew in numbers. But it wasn't long before Fred caught sight of something. It was the two brick-wall Werewolves in Human form.

"Henry, this way." Fred called to him and he followed her through the crowd and into a quiet street.

Fred had now lost sight of the men, but she continued to followed the empty street. Her eyes scanned each door, but non where kicked in and non were bloody. A cry of pain came from an alley at the end of the street. Fred and Henry ran to the end and saw the two men grabbed a young Werewolf already in Lycanthrope form, they chained the poor creatures neck and dragged it through the alley.

"Hey, stop!" Fred shouted and they ran after them.

They ran out the other side of the alley and came to another empty street.

"Where'd they go?" Henry asked, and suddenly was knocked to the floor.

Fred spun round, "Henry." She shouted.

Standing behind Henry, who now lay on the floor, slowly trying to get back up, was one of the brick-wall men.

"We knew you'd come, someone's been expecting you, Walker." The other brick-wall appeared behind her.

All around Fred and Henry, appeared young Werewolves in their creature form.

"Take them." One of the brick-wall's ordered.

"Fred, go!" Henry pulled out a vile and downed it.

"I'm not leaving you." Fred argued.

Henry began to throw his head back, his body thrashed as if he was having an attack, and unnatural voice cried out. "Run!"

The Werewolves surrounded Henry as he became his alter ego, and Fred found herself facing off with one of the brick-walls.

"Don't fight Walker." The brick-wall grinned.

"Who said anything about fighting." Fred said and raced off into a thin alley, the brick-wall couldn't fit through.

Fred through herself into the crowd and moved with it, loosing not only the brick-wall, but herself, she had no idea where she was, until she reached the Eiffel Tower, she stood herself beneath it, hoping to see something from there. That's when she caught sight of Vivian and Skinner. Fred took a deep breath and pushed her way through the crowd and to Vivian and Skinner, she was lucky they hadn't moved.

"Fred." Vivian threw her arms around Fred, happy to see her.

"Where are the others?" Fred asked.

"We came alone." Skinner answered.

"Why?" Fred looked to Vivian.

Vivian looked down and then met Fred's gaze. "My mother and I were here in Paris, a few weeks after I was born. She was captured by someone named Islara, I'm here to save us."

Fred's eyes widened. "No, you can't. Look, I can't explain right now, but you have to stay up here, away from them. Understand."

Vivian shook her head. "But Fred-?"

"I'm your Godmother, do as your told." Fred snapped, and then paused. "Look, please, stay here with Skinner."

"Didn't you disappear with the Doctor?" Skinner asked.

"Henry's been taken. Look, stay up here and please wait for the others. I'll meet you back under the Eiffel Tower." Fred said.

"Fred." Vivian held out a knife for her.

"I'm good thanks, I've done stupider things with less." Fred declined.

"Hold on, what are you gonna do?" Skinner asked.

"The stupid thing." Fred said and disappeared into the crowd.

Fred had no idea how she'd be caught, but when she saw a bunch of people standing on a plat form, she climbed up with them and scanned the crowds. In the crowd appeared Darius and he smirked. Fred took a deep breath, nodded to him and jumped off the platform, she walked into an alley and Darius appeared.

"Hello Walker." Darius smirked.

"Darius. Where's Annie?" Fred asked, holding her ground.

"I'll take you to her." Darius held out his hand, and Fred took it.

Beneath Paris

Darius and Fred appeared in the stone walled dungeon, he pushed her towards an iron gated cell.

"Where's Annie?" Fred asked him as he pushed her towards the cell.

"You'll see her soon enough." Darius said, unlocked the cell and threw her in, he then locked it as she got to her feet and turned to him.

Darius waved and disappeared.

"Walker?" Twenty-five-year-old Lilliana whimpered behind Fred, a baby in her arms.

"Lilliana." Fred sighed, now knowing what was going on. Fred walked over to Lilliana and crouched down in front of her, "What are you doing here, do you know what they want?"

"She captured us, she took my daughters blood. I think she wants to kill my daughter." Lilliana pulled back the blanket around her baby and revealed the tiny and peaceful face, though it was red and the child had bloody scar on it left shoulder.

"I'm going to get us out of here, Vivian will live, I promise you that." Fred half smiled.

"Vivian?" Lilliana frowned, confused.

"You haven't named her yet?" Fred's eyebrows rose.

"You've met her?" Lilliana asked.

"Yeah, she's beautiful, just like you and her father." Fred smiled. "You're both going to get out of this, but you have to promise me, when I get you out of here, you open a Gateway and go to your husband or your sister."

"I promise, but how will you get us out of here?" Lilliana asked.

Fred bit her lip, "I'm still thinking about that."