The forecast called for clear, blue skies and surprisingly warm temperature of 85 degrees. Dave waited calmly on the beach. The one thing he loved about Southern California in the winter was the constant steady stream of warm weather. There was nothing better waking up on a warm December day and wearing summer gear because it was so hot. He especially loved going out in the middle of the day in a white tank top and board shorts, relaxing by the sun. While most new vampires cringed whenever a speck of sunlight shined, Dave embraced it. He knew he wasn't going to get burned anytime soon—or at all.

Trying his best to relax, Dave felt a little uncomfortable being out by himself without Trish or their daughter, whom they referred by her middle name, Nevaeh. Nevaeh was now six weeks old and Trish was still nursing her. Taker let Trish have a little more freedom by letting her take Nevaeh on walks but only if she was heavily surrounded by the Family. As soon as Trish finished nursing Nevaeh, she was going to be turned—much to London's delight.

As Dave let his mind relax, a special guest wearing anything but summer gear soon greeted him. Edge was covered head-to-toe in a large tarp, with sunglasses and gloves. "A little overdressed, aren't we?" Dave asked while keeping his focus on the beach.

"Real funny of you to suggest we meet out here, Batista." Edge sneered as he tried to keep his face covered.

Dave glanced over to Edge then concentrated on the ocean. The last thing Dave wanted to do was to converse with his archenemy when he could be at home feeding his newborn daughter. If Dave was going to be uncomfortable meeting with Edge, he was going to make sure Edge was equally distressed. "What can I do for you, Edge?"

"I want to call a truce." He suggested.

Dave was shook his head and rolled his eyes. Too many times has he fallen for Edge's sudden change of heart. Whenever Edge wanted to call a truce, it was because he was always planning something else. "Why now?"

"You have a newborn daughter and I decided we should let bygones be bygones." Edge smiled.

"So what's the real reason I'm out here?" Dave asked.

"I understand you don't believe me and that's cool, it's whatever. But I have no reason to lie to you now." Edge smiled.

"No, Edge, you have a specific reason to lie to me and her name is Kimberly." Dave stared at him. "I don't think I need to explain what will happen if you lay a finger on my daughter."

Edge brushed off Dave's comments. "Stephanie already threatened me if it makes you feel better."

"Well, I'm promising you." Dave stated. "Are we done here?"

"We're done." Edge got up and dusted himself off. "I meant every word I said, Batista."

Dave did not bother looking over towards Edge. "So did I."

Once Edge left his sight, Dave retrieved his cell phone and dialed Taker. "I just met with him. For now on, Nevaeh is staying inside."

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Hunter's mansion was never warm or room temperature. It was numbing, freezing or biting cold, depending on one's description of choice. The home was cold no matter what season or time of day. Still, there was the question on whether it was cold by personal preference or if it was Hunter's demeanor. The Brood especially hated to visit Hunter for the sheer fact that they were never comfortable. Whether it was Hunter interrogating them regarding their actions or his overall mood, The Brood always wanted to leave Hunter alone as soon as they saw him.

"Hey Hunter! Guess what?" Edge yelled as The Brood followed into the home. "We thought of a….ah shit, Hunter! Fuck!"

Hunter sat in a large chair and briefly looked up at the Brood while a young female vamp orally pleased him. "Yes?"

Edge and the other members of the Brood looked up at the ceiling as a possible distraction from the live sex show. "You know, you could've warned us about that." He stated.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I should've told you what I'm doing in my own damn home." He replied. "What brings this visit?"

"Batista didn't believe me." Edge stated.

Hunter smiled and shook his head. When Edge told him about his plan to make amends with Dave, Hunter knew Dave would not buy into it, especially at this time. "Gee, why would he?" He rolled his eyes.

"I need to convince him that I'm not going to do anything to the kid."

"You better try damn hard." Hunter replied as he shook his head. "So why are you so interested in the kid now?"

"She's our link to Trish. Once we get Trish, everything will be alright."

"So what's the deal with Trish? You already have Stacy and Lilian."

Edge walked up to Hunter and sat beside him. He tried his best to focus on Hunter's face and not the young vampire sucking him off. "I'm creating a stable of evil bitches. Once I have Trish and the baby, we can start our dominance."

"You know you attempted that once already with Kimberly and look how successful you were then." Hunter added.

"Yeah, but I know it will work this time. I just need to lure Trish into the Brood."

"You know if you steal that baby and your plan backfires, The Family will come after you with everything."

"It won't backfire." Edge said quietly.

"You better than hell hope not." Hunter snapped his fingers and the young vamp began to shed her clothing. Once she was naked, she then straddled Hunter and began to ride him. "Because if you're slightly off, you're a dead man."

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A few days passed since Dave's and Edge's meeting of sorts. Hearing not a word about him from the vampircal world, Dave started to let his guard up about Edge. While he did not believe he was sincere in the least bit, Dave did not worry about Edge at the moment. With around the clock security on Nevaeh, Dave did not have a concern in the world other than his baby girl.

Except for a few choice things. "Honey…?" Dave called out. "Could you help me in here?"

Trish walked into the bedroom and saw Dave at the changing station with Nevaeh. He was holding her several feet from his face. "What's up?"

Dave scrunched his nose and squinted. One of the benefits of being a vampire was having heightened senses. Unfortunately, that was also one of the downfalls when it came to smelly diapers. "She needs to be changed."

"So? Change her."

"No, no, no, no, no." Dave shook his head. "I prey and kill humans. I manipulate minds. I create storms with a blink of an eye. I don't do diapers."

"Um, now you do." Trish smiled.

"Come on, Honey." Dave began to whine. "This isn't funny."

"Actually, it is." Trish laughed. "You don't have a problem drinking blood, yet a shitty diaper grosses you out."

"Yes." Dave replied.

Trish motioned for Dave to hand over their daughter. "Watch and learn."

While Trish and Dave were changing their daughter, they were interrupted by Rock. "We have visitors."

"Who?" Dave asked.

"The Brood." Rock replied. "They brought dinner."

"How generous of them." Dave retorted. "Why do I get the feeling this is a trick?"

"Because it is." Rock said.