A/N: Okay, I had a really lousy day yesterday. Stuck in the hospital for 4 hours over my left foot?! But reading your comments and PM's have kept me sane while I waited. So, I feel generous today. This is the longest chapter so far. And for you Cabbie fans out there, please read carefully. Not for sure how many chapters there are left but the climax is so close I can taste it. Can you? ;-)

The bearded vampire approaches swiftly to Rob's car. He picks up the vehicle and flips it over his head to make it upright. The impact dislocates Rob's shoulder. He holds on as the driver side door is ripped off.

A loud chik chik is audible.

"Don't even think about it, asshole!"

The vampire stares at the barrel of a futuristic-looking shotgun pointed right in his path. Beck keeps his trigger finger steady and ready.

"Your makin' a big mistake," the vampire sneers. "A big mistake."

Suddenly, the towering Nosferatu is reduced to burning embers. "The only mistake I made was allowing you to talk," Beck quips.

The hunter and the cop make eye contact.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

"We gotta stop meeting like this," Rob dryly states.

"Shapiro, right?" Beck asks.

Rob nods.

"Listen, I have something that can help us stop these things but I need help. You need to get the cops' attention."

Cat backs away while sitting on the floor of the kitchen. The bald vampire looms in closer, relishing her fear. When she slams against the counter, the knife block falls spilling out its sharp contents.

She throws blade after blade at the creature but he barely notices them. Exception would be the butcher's cleaver. Even he had to stop to remove it from between his eyes before proceeding.

Cat's heart sinks as she clutches for the only other thing she could throw. A necklace given to her by her great-grandmother. She chucks the shiny pendant and the vampire catches it. A hissing sound and a few cries of pain later, the vampire releases the necklace.

What happened? Why did he wince at the necklace by that? Cat finally realizes. The silver.

She quickly eyes the silver letter opener in the curio cabinet. Another inheritance. Cat capitalizes on the vampire's distraction of his pain to get to the glass case. She fumbles for the knob, opening it. She grabs the sharp letter opener and brandishes it.

"Get out of here," she warns and manages to make brief contact on his arm. The vampire clutches the affected area and backs away through the open door.

Cat warded of the intruder and every second she made him understand that she meant business. It fled and never returned.

She finally breathes a sigh of relief and curses her absent fiancée.

"How ya doin' honey?" she mocks to herself. "Oh, well, you know; staying alive."

The cops set up a barricade just feet in front of the precinct. Beck comes crashing through the road blocks with some much-needed weapons. Rob vouches for Beck as he explains briefly how to kill a vampire and the basics for handling this new equipment.

"You can hit relatively anywhere with these silver rounds," Beck instructs. "But go for a traditional fatal shot to be more effective. Especially the heart. Speaking of which, you can still use ordinary weapons you may have at your disposal but only through impalement of the heart or the separation of the head from the body is death sure."

The cops murmur amongst themselves and nod.

"Step up," Rob says. "Let's arm up."

The men and women form a single line and get their guns.

"Those of you with the rifles," Rob adds. "Seek higher ground. You're gonna be our eyes in the sky. You can pick off the ones that try to get away."

"Excuse me," an older cop with a white mustache says strolling. "Commissioner Turner."

Rob tenses up but Beck just looks at him.

"Do these assault weapons have permits?" the senior officer asks, folding his arms.

"They permit you to live through the night," Beck bites back.

"Whatever," Turner grumbles as he walks away.

Rob lets out a sigh. "If you were police, you would have been shitcanned for that."

"Well I'm not," Beck quips. Rob takes a big gun and starts running away. "Where are you going?"

"I promised her I'd be back!" Shapiro is out of his sight.

Her who? "What is with these people?"

Rob scales the stairwell of the apartment complex, keeping vigilant of his surroundings. So far, the stairs seem devoid of any vampires. Or humans for that matter. If anything got in, he wishes they got out before something bad happened.

He approaches the corridor leading up to their apartment. He notices the wide open door and it worried him. Rob cocks his gun and holds it out away from his body while shielding himself with the other arm. Standard stance for entering a potentially hostile area where the threat is undetermined.

Through the corner of his eye, he can see a small patch of inside the door and sees the fallen door. Rob swallows slowly and charges through the doorway and his heart stops when his barrel faces a redheaded woman holding a big knife in one hand and a silver necklace in the other.

They both scream for a couple seconds and quickly drop their weapon of choice, hugging extremely hard.

When they finally separate, Cat slaps him. "What the fuck happened to 'right back?'"

"You tend to lose track of time when you're driving along and some bloodsucker wants you for lunch."

Her face softens. "Are you okay?"

Rob surveys the damage in the apartment. "Are you alright?"

"No," Cat shaking her head. "One of them came in here. I think I scared it off because he didn't come back."

"I should've been here," Rob lowers his head.

Cat place her hand on his chin and lifts up his face. "Hey, it's okay. You're here now." She sniffs, trying to stave off tears. "I just got worried you weren't coming back. When one of those things came in here, I was afraid of what outside looked like."

"It's not pretty," Rob hugging her again. "But we have reinforcements. Remember that crazy guy they arrested at the hospital last year?"

Cat nods.

"Well, he ain't so crazy after all. In fact, he helped make the police department stronger. It won't be easy but we now have the tools to start bringing them down."

"Wait," Cat pushing Rob away. "There's something I need to show you."

Cat retreats to the living room, walking over the fallen door, to the loveseat table drawer and producing a big tan envelope.

"What's this?" Rob asks as Cat hands it to him.

"Paternity results. I haven't had the guts to open it yet."

Rob holds the envelope tightly, with intent, in his hands.

"Is there a real possibility this baby isn't mine?"

Cat nods, tears flowing freely. "Tonight showed me that I can't wait for anything. Especially the truth. Because you never know what might happen."

He stares down at the envelope and after almost a solid minute, begins to walk over to the kitchen. Digging into the drawer, he pulls out the lighter wand and proceeds to ignite the envelope. He drops it in the sink when the flame gets too big.

Rob turns to Cat who followed him already and is only inches from him. He picks her up and kisses her. "This baby is part of you. That's for certain. And that's all that matters. Someone taught me that it doesn't really make a difference how you become a father because being a father is the greatest thing a man could ever do."

Cat lets out a squeal and kisses him back. "I don't deserve you, you know."

"Yeah you do."

They hear a loud beeping and sprinklers begin to douse the couple.

Rob looks at the now extinguished envelope. "Did not think that one through."

The two laugh uncontrollably and continue to embrace one another in the artificial rain.

"Tori," Trina searching for the words as she tries to get herself on her feet. "What have you done?"

"I don't know, I had this gnawing hunger and next thing I knew…"

She gestures at the four dead bodies.

A man coughs.

Three.

"Whhhuuu…..whhhaa…."

Trina tends to the fallen doctor. "Lay still, you lost a lot of blood," she guesses from the look of things.

Tori's eyes water and she gets off the bed to kneel by the doc. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me…"

The man recoils at the very sight of her. He's scared to death. "MMM….MMonster….."

Tori backs away, covering her mouth and weeping.

Could it be? Was I…? Wait, she would know for sure. "Trina," looking at her big sister. "Where is she? Where's Jade?"

"She's gone," Trina too busy for tact while trying to stop the bleeding.

"What do you mean?"

Trina looks up at Tori and their eyes meet. She knows that look. Trina has had that contrite look whenever she would meddle in her personal business.

"I told her to…leave," given her sister's recent actions even Trina would hesitate on that last word.

Tori's face hardens and her eyes narrow. "What?"