Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Vivian, Geena, and faith. Yeah yeah yeah.

Chapter Ten: The Beginning of the End

Ville woke with a start. He had been dreaming about the night he sat on Vivian's balcony, but it ended a little different.

He had confessed his love for her; which under the circumstances, he would never do. Then he sang her his mothers lullaby… and left. He could never do that to her, not after what she had been through with her husband. He shivered.

He shook his head as he crawled out of the spare bedrooms coffin. The sun's light was glowing orange through the heavy black drapes. It was setting.

It had been only one week since he woke up. He told Faith countless times he needed to leave, but she insisted that he stay until she was sure everything had healed properly. Typical doctor. A dungeon… with hospitality. Ville planned to leave the next night; with or with out 'permission'.

Carefully, he pulled on his jeans so not to mess up the bandage that still bannered across his chest. He really didn't need it; there was no blood, the scar was healed. His trench coat was slung across the back of the chair in the corner. The blood had been soaked out of it. He made to grab it, but didn't get the chance.

No… not now.

The eyes burned across his back. A tattoo of a slave.

FAITH!! ICE!! He demanded.

The burning fleshy eyeballs tattooed onto his back moved back and forth… looking through out the room. If they were any hotter, Ville was sure they would melt his skin.

At that moment, Faith burst through the door with a bucket of ice. Ville crouched down on the floor so she could but ice over the eyes.

As soon as the ice touched his skin it melted and ran down his back. Soon the flaming red eyes were just another tattoo on his body. Like nothing had ever happened.

Once Ville got up off the floor, Faith gave him a disapproving glare.

"What?" Ville asked.

"You know damn well what," She huffed. Her chest swelling out of her corset as she breathed in and out, trying to control her anger. She did the same thing when they were kids. "You told me you didn't work for them anymore. Is this girl… the one you love? Is she the next one?"

Ville could only look at his feet. He didn't answer.

"Why did you lie to me?!" Faith's eyes were red now.

"I had to. When people figure out what I do for a living; they get hurt. I didn't want you to… But I couldn't do it. I had plenty of opportunities, but she's different, Faith. I couldn't do it because… I think she's already one of us. She just doesn't know it yet. She's like Geena."

"What makes you think so?" Her temper cooling slightly.

"Well. After the car crash, I looked further into her and realized that her parents were August and Christine Bennett. They were friends of my parents. August was a Vampire; but Christine, who wasn't, died in child birth. That makes Vivian a half Vampire."

"But what makes you so sure that she even has the vampire blood in her? Sometimes the Vampire gene isn't the dominate trait."

"Come on, Faith. She loves the dark. Sleeps in the day. And we share dreams for moon sake."

"You know that that means don't you?" Faith inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yes. But I'm not sure I can do it."

"If you are sharing dreams, you know that means that she is your mate. There will be more proof later. You will see."

"But I don't know if I can…"

"You must. You know you have to. That is the only way to keep the blood line alive."

Ville began to feel like the little kid that had to go apologize to the neighbor for something and Faith was his mother. Even though they were only 60 years apart.

You sound like my mother.

Well, I was always the more sensible one.

Whatever.

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After a good hunt, Ville decided that he couldn't stay another night. He had to leave.

There was still a few good hours of night cover left. Enough to get him a good distance toward New York from Europe. He would eventually have to take a boat. But he'd get there, eventually.

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Well eventually was less time then he thought. He was in New York in a week. It would have been shorter if he hadn't had to take that stupid fucking boat.

Once at the bottom of the familiar building, he began to ascend to the suite.

Once he was only a few floors away, he heard a familiar song.

I know it's really short and makes no sense what so ever. But I promise, it will make sense in the end. Just hand in there and I'll get this story out as fast as I can so your brains aren't completely fried. Please read and review, and I'll help were I can so not to give it away.