A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*


"Brook please understand," Bishop pulled Brooklyn upright off the mattress.

"Understand what James? Understand that you have an image to keep up with the Electric Amish downstairs? Damn it James! Josh is my friend! I saw the betrayal and pain in his eyes down in that….that fucking dungeon!"

"There's a lot you don't understand yet," the older vampire whispered.

"Then start talking," she wiped away the tears with the back of her sleeve. "Josh is the only family Aidan has left and there are plenty of other werewolves you could've taken. Was that the plan all along? To use Josh as some sort of bait dog to bring Aidan back!"

Bishop hung his head as he held Brooklyn's hand lightly in his. He knew family was very dear to his lover's heart but she had to set aside those sentiments where Josh was concerned.

"I'm sorry Brook. I wish I could say something different."

"Then don't say anything," she snapped.

"Brooklyn stop," Bishop slid his hands up her neck until her face rested perfectly within them.

"Then do something about it James. Please!"

Brooklyn tugged at his hands, beseeching him with her soulful rain cloud pools.

"I can't promise you anything," he finally relented. "But I will see what I can do. I could never say no to you."

"Thank you," she smiled in gratitude and pressed her body against his.

Why does love have to be so complicated?


Aidan tore through his room, searching in urgency for the key. It was the key that could grant Josh his freedom and the vampire was growing agitated as the key had yet to surface.

"Aidan let me help," Sally begged her friend.

"I can't believe this!" Aidan slammed his drawers shut and spun around on the warped wooden boards. "Marcus must have it!"

"Aidan what are you looking for? Please I want to help," the ghost pleaded once again.

"You wanna help? Fine then go to Josh," Aidan tore from his room and thundered down the steps.

The vampire flung the door open and crashed into Brooklyn who stood on the landing. The younger vampire caught her footing and gripped the slick iron railing before spilling down the unforgiving steps.

"We need to talk," Brooklyn started in on Aidan.

"Did you know about this!" Aidan angrily accused Brooklyn. "Did you know Bishop would use Josh for the fight!"

He slammed her violently against the wall, not caring if it delivered a sharp jolt of pain throughout her body. Brooklyn retaliated and flung him against the opposite side with eyes wide and wild.

"NO! I'm disgusted with the notion of a werewolf dog fight let alone Josh being a part of the fucking spectacle!"

Her fangs protruded past her lip as Brooklyn allowed her rage to show. She refused to stand and let Aidan barrage her with accusations such as this! Aidan knew she was stronger as she had been feeding from live blood and not hospital bags like him. Her grip slowly tightened around his throat, driving her point home.

"Back the fuck off Aidan," she shoved off and straightened her jacket before leaving a stunned Aidan in silence.

"Hey! Hey wait!" Sally called out and caught up with Brooklyn. The vampire sighed and turned around to see the free spirit materialize by her side. "You're Brooklyn, Aidan and Josh's friend."

"Yeah that would be me. You must be Sally," Brooklyn smiled briefly.

"Look, I heard you and Aidan and he's upset with Josh missing."

"He's not missing Sally," she sadly shook her head. "The clan abducted him so they could entertain the Masters of the Universe tonight. We can't get close enough to him without being ripped apart."

"Why do you stay with them? Why don't you leave them like Aidan did?"

Brooklyn felt her eyes darting down towards the sidewalk and following the large crack that crossed beneath her boot.

"You wouldn't understand Sally," Brooklyn pulled her jacket around her neck and left the ghost alone on the street.


"So the Dutch are here? In Boston?"

Marcus nodded as Javier took in the information. He had heard stories and other grossly obscured tales of the elder vampires when he was growing up and how they kept a tight watch over the American clans. The hunter leaned back in his seat and knew they did not like hunters and had wiped out more than one family to preserve the empire they meticulously built over the centuries.

"So this affects me how?"

"The Dutch are angered by Bishop's agenda and since you have a rather bloody score to settle with the red haired demon, Bishop will be too distracted to notice her untimely demise."

"This is the Dutch you're talking about. I can't walk through the front door and announce who I am! I would have my throat ripped out before my foot even crossed the threshold."

"You don't think I didn't think about that Javier? Brooklyn hates you so much she would follow you straight to Hell."

"Indeed," the hunter pulled a tiny pouch from his pocket and slid it across the table. "Be sure she gets this."

Marcus slipped the worn leather satchel in his pocket then quietly made his exit. Whatever Javier had was sure to cause heartache and anguish for Brooklyn indeed.


Bishop sat in the chair and toyed with the ring box that danced between his fingers. The last time he loved someone so hard was Jane, the human nurse who had accepted him for being a vampire. Though he lived in constant fear of the older more powerful vampires learning of the clandestine relationship, Bishop had continued to blatantly carry on with Jane despite the consequences.

Boston….1955

Bishop patiently sat on the lone bench, watching and waiting for her. He always came here before her shift would start just to sit and gaze upon her beautiful face. The tiny box rested comfortably in his pocket and Bishop involuntarily patted a hand over it for reassurance. His icy blue eyes melted into warm tropical jewels as she came up the concrete path.

"You're here," Jane sat down and pulled a sandwich from the paper sack she carried.

"I would never miss this," Bishop turned and rested his head against his head and quietly watched with simple pleasure. How he envied her humanity and all the joys that accompanied it. Yet at the same time he respected her for it as well.

"Would you like a sandwich?" She started reaching in her bag but Bishop captured the hand in his.

"No," he serenely shook his head.

"Are you sure you don't want a sandwich? Or could you at least ask for one? I feel strange sitting here eating alone."

Bishop didn't respond and continued watching his love as she finished off her meager meal. His face locked in one of a lovelorn teenager who had fallen in love for the first time. Her eyes were a sharp hue of blue, a light shade of cornflower that danced around two ageless pupils.

"I'm sorry," he snapped out of his trance. "But I just love looking at you."

Jane shied away from his stare and quickly glanced over at the hospital. She laughed at his blunt though tender remark and felt the cool brush of his skin against the subtle warmth of hers.

"What?" She whispered.

"Give me a kiss," Bishop knew he was pushing the limits as public displays of affection were frowned upon by unmarried or even married couples for that matter. Bishop could recall countless instances of when women would carry on in the streets of Savannah or Jamestown without fear of any social retribution. Still, he felt her relent and meet his waiting lips. Jane snapped back and heavily sighed as she stared across the emerald span of neatly clipped grass.

"What is it?" Bishop felt the pang stabbing him in the chest.

"Next week's my birthday," Jane glumly reminded him.

"Yes and we're going to Vermont," Bishop couldn't wait for the four day excursion to the secluded resort in the mountains. It was then he would propose to Jane, hoping she would change her mind and join him for eternity. His upbeat attitude proved to remain only within him.

"I'm getting old James," she sadly sighed. "You never change and yet I continue to age."

"We've discussed this dear," Bishop turned serious.

Jane nodded but said nothing. Bishop had offered immortality to Jane in more instances than he would admit. But every time she quietly and politely turned him down, claiming if he loved her for who she was then the cruel hand of time and aging wouldn't keep them apart. Sure her youthful vibrant skin would turn loose and saggy while crow's feet and dark decrepit circles would haunt her eyes.

"My shift is starting soon," she shot up and hurried away leaving Bishop to wonder if she truly was pulling away from him. A tiny voice whispered devilish thoughts….

Turn her….

He quelled the voice and plucked the box from his pocket. His fingers flipped the top and exposed the beautiful engagement ring concealed within. Bishop prayed she would say yes and dared to let his mind drift to such blissful notions of matrimony and beyond.

"I hope she's worth it," Aidan's voice badgered from behind. Bishop snapped the box shut and shoved it back in his pocket. But Aidan had already seen the band of gold and diamonds as he hopped on the top of the bench.

"Just turn her and get it over with," he carried on with his bullying. "She'll thank you for it. Then you can have a normal relationship instead whatever you call this."

Aidan spat out the last word with distaste and spite.

"I can't," Bishop shook his head. "I respect her humanity too much."

Aidan rolled his eyes at his maker and wondered what was it about this human he was so desperate to hold on to.

"This is spitting in the face of our people."

"I don't care," Bishop looked over at Aidan.

"Well fine then," Aidan was miffed by Bishop's indifference. "I was sent to come get you. We have to entertain them tonight."

Bishop groaned inside as he slowly rose to follow his progeny back towards the funeral home.


Michael saw Brooklyn sitting alone in the park and wondered why she was there when the Dutch were in town. He was on his rounds and decided to take his break beneath the cool shade of the oak trees when he spotted her sitting alone.

"Brook," Michael hurried over. Brooklyn looked up and gave a weak smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you know about it?"

"Know about what Brook?" Michael was genuinely confused.

"About Josh being kidnapped and used in Bishop's little entertainment for tonight?"

"What? No!" Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yeah well I saw Josh down in the basement along with the other werewolf who's like the John Cena of werewolf fights!"

"Jesus Bishop," Michael ran a hand absently down his face. "What the Hell was he thinking!"

"The Electric Amish are in town that's what he was thinking!"

"Brook, you need to understand something about the Dutch. When they come to Boston all bets are off."

"Well they need to pack their coffins up and hit the road!"

"I know you're upset," Michael offered a sympathetic ear. "Aidan had told me about the Dutch and some of the things they are infamous for."

"Like what?" Panic started setting in as Brooklyn could only begin to imagine the scope of their cruelty.

"In 1570 they wiped out an entire village off the face of the map. They acted as judge jury and executioner in one setting. Men women and children were slaughtered without prejudice. It was a literal orgy of blood."

"Bastards," Brooklyn muttered beneath her breath. "I can see why Aidan got the Hell out."

"What happened to your cheek?" Michael spied the bruise along the side of her face that was slowly healing.

"Aidan slammed me against the wall. He accused me of knowing about Josh's kidnapping."

Michael shook his head disgracefully. "There was no call for that."

"Well I returned the favor," Brooklyn smiled slightly.

"Not the point though," Michael cut his hand through the air. "He's letting his emotions control his actions."

"Anyways," Brooklyn pulled her phone out and saw the waiting text message. "I suppose I should head back before I'm missed."

The heavy sarcasm dripped on her every word as she got up to head back towards the funeral home. Michael leapt up and walked with her back towards his squad car. He had been the only one to fully understand her angst and emotional turmoil she continued to experience. Brooklyn was grateful for his calming aura and being like a brother to her.


Bishop paced frantically around the room, wondering why Brooklyn had not responded to his calls and text. Perhaps she was angered by what the Dutch had said or rather what they had not said. The elders had shown no indication they were pleased with his selection for a companion.

Well screw them!


Rebecca slinking around the darkness of the parlor and viewing rooms when Brooklyn finally returned. The smaller vampire sensed the presence of the other despite the lingering stench of formaldehyde and mortality. Brooklyn rolled her eyes and treaded across the wooden boards and cheap Oriental rugs before coming face to face with the embittered vampire.

"I hope you're happy," Rebecca blocked her path.

"Now what are you blaming me for?"

"I know you didn't want me to be happy! You killed him!"

"Excuse me but you're delusional," Brooklyn stepped around her but Rebecca reached out and shoved her down onto the floor.

"Hey what the Hell…." Brooklyn jumped up with eyes and fangs displayed.

"You! You killed Bernie!"

Brooklyn didn't answer but rushed across the room pinning Rebecca between the long table and her body. Her hand clamped around the vampire's throat and started to cut her airway off with every slight squeeze. Rebecca clawed at Brooklyn and fisted her hair between her fingers, snapping her head to one side. Brooklyn didn't let go and instead flung their bodies to the ground. The vampires rolled and fought across the room, knocking over a stand and one chair.

Rebecca pulled tighter against Brooklyn's head ripping out a fistful of copper strands and bit of flesh. It was all she needed to get Brooklyn to release her hold against her throat. Brooklyn stumbled on all fours while holding a hand against her head. She felt the crimson warmth drying against her scalp and fingers as she fought back her tears.

"What the Hell is going on in here?" Bishop came upon the mess. Furniture was strewn about while a vase lay shattered on the floor. Rebecca was pressed against one wall while Brooklyn was cowered in a corner.

"I didn't kill him you stupid bitch!" Brooklyn shouted.

"Rebecca!" Bishop pointed towards the door. "Leave now!"

"Disgusting," Rebecca muttered before storming out the funeral home. "Always taking her side!"
"Brooklyn," Bishop angrily shook his head. Brooklyn said nothing as she rose to her feet and headed towards the room they shared.

Update soon...Thank you all to everyone!