Chapter 20 – Unthinkable

"Why did you leave the Huntsclan?" Rebecca asked suddenly, she had been awake for twenty minutes now and by the expression on her face, she was still in pain from Rose's beating.

Turning from the window, Rose looked at the younger woman and scoffed. What was this? Was Rebecca bored? The bitch had put a fucking hit on her kids, like hell she'd sit around and play story time with her. Still, the CIA Agent in her was curious. Rose wasn't under the delusion that she could sway Rebecca from her ways with just her story, but maybe she'd be able to find a potential opening in her soon to be interrogation. Taking a deep breath in, Rose sighed and leaned back into her seat, "Why do you want to know? Do you want to taunt me?"

"No," Rebecca actually looked genuinely curious, "When we were down in the old base, I did my research on all the big names in the Huntsclan and as you can imagine with your planet sized ego, you were mentioned frequently. You were never given an official reason for leaving, just that you'd brought dishonor to your Master and the Order as a whole, so will tell me?"

Rose nodded reluctantly, "Well, I became the victim of the killer of so many of America's bright women. I fell in love. It turned out to be with my supposed blood enemy. But when I learned that, I really didn't hurt the love I already felt for him, in fact you could say that it made us closer. I assume that you remember my husband from our very first encounter?"

"The Dragon?" Rebecca sneered slightly, but she didn't lose that look of curiosity. Rose knew that Rebecca was playing her on something, but she didn't know exactly what.

The former Huntsgirl nodded and yawned into her arm slightly, "Yes, the Dragon. Anyway, suffice it to say, I found out one day that I was pregnant with his child. I knew that it would come out that I had a Dragon's baby, and I knew that the Huntsman would kill her. As you can probably tell by the condition of your face, I'm protective of my children. My baby's DNA was tested about a day before I gave birth. They found out, and the Huntsman wanted to wait until I gave birth, just so he could kill my child right in front of me. I didn't take too well to that. As luck would have it, he was out when I finally gave birth to my daughter. When I did, I snapped the nurse's neck, and hauled ass out of there. I never looked back afterwards."

The entire car had gotten silent, even the driver was listening with wide eyes. He, as most of the domestic east coast CIA, knew of Rose's history. But despite knowledge of it, it was still a fascinating tale to hear. But for Rebecca she had a totally different look on her face. It was that of blank consideration. Something clicked in Rose's mind and she had to physically stop her eyes from widening in realization, but she needed to have some sort of conformation, no matter how vague, from Rebecca, "So, you did all of that, for your baby? For love?"

"It's a funny thing love," Rose answered back with a nod, "You get that warm fuzzy feeling whenever you look at the person you love and despite the fact that I had been raised from birth to hate the man that I love, I still love him and I gave up everything to save the life that we created. And despite the fact that I gave up my horrible beliefs, I still had to wait through fifteen years and a whole war to live the life I wanted with my husband. We have six beautiful children and I know that I'll spend the rest of eternity with that man."

"Wow," Rebecca simply said, it wasn't mocking or derisive, "You know I had that once, or I tried to have it, but he wanted different things and I-… do you remember Daniel Mills?"

Rose turned to the girl and nodded her head, "Remember him? I see him every Thanksgiving and Christmas, he's like number 9 on my speed dial of course I remember him. Are you telling me that you and him were-…?"

"Wait-…he's alive…?" Rebecca asked, she was truly stunned, or at least that's what her face told her. Rose couldn't allow herself to fall into a conversation of all things with this woman. No, she'd surely suffer a Freudian slip and give away something. She'd scale it back quite a bit.

Nodding her head, Rose crossed her legs and sighed, "Yeah, I assume you remember Marissa Behrens? Well when Jackie Hutchinson took her-…you know what, I'll leave them to tell you this story. They'll be visiting you …"

"What?" Rebecca asked. Her voice was hard and to stoic to be normal.

Rose had to hide a smirk, she simply nodded her head. She had to admit that she almost pitied Rebecca, almost. That little thing about the hit on her kids was still in her mind and she wasn't going to rush to Rebecca's aid anytime soon. Crossing her hands together in her lap, she chuckled and let the air hang, "Yeah, when you sent that rocket after me this morning, you scared the hell out of my granddaughter, but here's the catch, she's a Hutchinson as well. Her father along Jackie and Erin Hutchinson want to have a little word with you. You know the three of them together is worth five of me. If I were you I'd be preparing for the bruises on my face now."

"You wouldn't let them kill me? You need me," Rebecca shot back.

"Oh no, I won't let them kill you," Rose smiled wickedly, "But that doesn't mean that I have to let them be nice to you. Remember you're under federal arrest, you've been declared an enemy combatant. You don't have the right to Habeas Corpus, which means you're my bitch until I'm done."

This time Rose brought her arms over her chest and chuckled again, she was getting immense pleasure out of this, "You can't piss me off more than you already have Rebecca. You put a hit on my children. And I promise you that I won't make it fast like they would with you, I'm going to do it nice and slowly and when I kill you. I'm going to do it with a smile on my face…"

The lights were off in the Apartment again, Jake was in the hallways under the cover of darkness and Alyssa was in the kitchen. DJ was in the living room with his mother's trusty M16 Rifle clutched in his hands. He knew that he should leave the majority of the fighting to his father and sister, but there was no way in hell that he was going to be out of this. Lying down on his stomach behind the couch, DJ brought the rifle up in his hand and brought his eye into perfect aim with the door. This was going to be very fun.

Sweat actually began to drip off of his forehead as the moments passed on in the Apartment. From what his father had told him, they didn't have to worry about their neighbors. If they heard the screaming and the gunshots, they'd call the police, but the police wouldn't come. Her people from the CIA would come and take care of the body. The NYPD could easily be scared off by the words 'Do Not Respond, It is a matter of National Security' and DJ was sure that's what his mother had instructed. She was a powerful woman in the world of the intelligence community and why not? She was the Deputy Director of the East Coast Domestic Branch of the CIA.

DJ wasn't like other kids, he liked politics and he liked the things that his mother was involved in and sometimes she filled him in even if the information was technically classified. He was sure that he could kill some hitman, but the question was this. Who the hell put the hit on him and his brothers and sisters? Whoever it was, he knew that wherever his mother was, she was dealing with it. But he was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of the front door being jimmied open. He knew that the time was here.

Breathing deep, he narrowed his eyes as the door opened.

"You people never really make this easy do you?" A deep voice said.

No one responded, DJ simply aimed the gun and shot it at the man's leg. To his astonishment, the man jumped the leaped further into the apartment, DJ's eyes widened he made the outline of a gun in his hand. Being on the other side of the couch, DJ's hand darted under it and gripped the handgun that he had placed under there. Just in case, and he was happy he did it now.

There was no way that he could miss the man, even he wanted to. Bringing it up, he shot it at the man's arms, but it missed again! What the hell was it with this guy? He didn't have a chance to think about it before two sudden blazes erupted from the kitchen and the hall. DJ gripped his chest in relief, and watched as the lights switched on and the sight of his father flying at man. The man had now dropped his gun, well any human would. Especially if you had the large claws of a giant magical reptile sunk into your arms and shoulders. DJ rushed forward and picked up the gun that the man had dropped, and then his head shot up at the sound of the man's screaming.

"Do you know what kind of mistake you made coming into my home and threatening my kids?" Jake hissed through his bared teeth. He was so angry that he couldn't see straight and he was taking out his anger on this man.

Jake's claws were sunk so deep into the man's shoulders that he was actually pinned to the wall, blood was pouring down the man's jacket and DJ knew that he was going to die soon. His father had hit an artery. That was the only explanation for that amount of blood. Why would DJ care though? He knew that if he were a dragon, he wouldn't just stop at that. He'd rip their head off.

But he was descended from a Hunter and he had the abilities of a Hunter and he preferred to do things that way. That's why he brought the gun up and shot the man in the forehead with expert precision. When Jake retracted his claws, he moved his whole body to look down at the mess that had been made of this man. It had been easier than he expected, but that was a given, Jake would have been able to take the man on himself. But what DJ had done was probably the best for this situation, Jake would have made this man suffer and he had to get a hold on himself. Stepping over the disheveled corpse, he turned to his son and asked him, "What happened to your sister?"

DJ and Jake looked back over to the kitchen, but Alyssa hadn't even peaked up. Jake quickly transformed back into his human form and rushed towards the kitchen. What had happened to his daughter? Did she fall asleep? Did she not hear the gunshots and the screams from the incredibly pathetic hitman, but his answer came to him quickly. Jake's eyes widened to the size of saucers before he sunk to his knees and into the pool of Alyssa's blood.

"Oh my god," Jake said.

Authors Note: Don't throw rocks at me, there's more to this than I've let on!