Morticia Pov:

Morticia groaned slightly as she began to come to from her last state of unconsciousness. Her body felt as if it had been hit by multiple 18 wheeler trucks.

'what the fuck has that bastard done to me?'

She opened her eyes slowly and flinched at the blood dripping down the side of her face. She tried to wipe it away but found her hand shackled to the ceiling above her. She looked around, hoping her captor wasn't around so she could plan her escape.

She was not so lucky. As she began to test her shackles, an amused chuckle came from the corner of the room.

"Awe, how cute. You think you can break out of Iron chains….I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Princessa but that's not possible."

Morticia quickly turned her head to meet her captor and with a groan she stopped struggling.

"Look. If you are going to be one of those sadist fuckers who talks their victim's to death, can you just give it up?!" Her voice was raspy and her throat felt like it was being punctured with a knife with every word.

Her plan at the moment was to keep him talking long enough for her to find a way out of this. He seemed like the type to want to monologue his entire evil plan before he killed her.

Thankfully her suspicion of her captor being a true narcissist was correct. Her comment clearly agitated him and he furiously began to pace in front of her.

"You little Brat. You don't get it, do you? You aren't getting out of this alive, princessa! So be as scrappy as you want because when I'm done here, you will be nothing but a memory to everyone…..just as King Stephen requested…"

Morticia feared he may close back up again and pushed for more information, "King Stephen, You mean my grandfather? He sent you to attack me? Why would he do that? It's not as if I would ever want to be on some throne in a country I know nothing about. Who even are you, anyway….Gramps wouldn't just send anyone to come find me, I assume. You must be pretty important…."

Mentally she was crossing her fingers that he took the bait and quietly began to use her own blood to try to slip her hand out of her cuffs. She had to hold in a scream when the metal began to burn the skin as it pressed against the sides.

"Well, it couldn't hurt if you knew, now could it. You'll be dead within the hour. I am known as Angelus, or the "Angel of Death" in Valeria and I am the King's right hand man so to speak. I handle most of the business he himself deems, unsatisfactory to him. That includes trimming some branches off the family tree. As for why you, Morticia Rosalinda….. it is because you are a threat. I know that little bitch Fauna was trying to train you, so that you may rise up to overthrow my king. I couldn't have that happen…"

To be perfectly honest, Morticia was only half paying attention at this point. She nearly had her right wrist out of her shackles and was trying to figure out her next move when Angelus' next words made her stop cold.

"Although, I have to admit- I do have a bit of a personal vendetta against you, particularly with the fact that you were even born. You see, your mother- before she began whoring herself out to your leech of a father- was my betrothed some years ago. When I found out what she'd done I knew it was me who should be the one to take you out so I requested the job from my King and he so graciously accepted….even with my plans for your mother…"

His silky smooth voice was like an ice pick in Morticia's ear and she growled out her response so hard she thought she might actually cough up blood.

"My mother is dead you son of a bitch, and thank fuck she never married you, asshole because that would truly be slumming it!"

Angelus grabbed her chin in a vice grip and leaned in dangerously close. His teeth were gleaming white in the darkness as he grinned. She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke.

"Now who told you that, Fauna? How would she know- she ran away like a coward to save the bastard child while her Lady lay dying…..dying but not dead yet."

Morticia tried not to react to his words. 'Could her mother still be alive?' She didn't allow herself the time to think on the possibility. She needed to get more information out of him before it was too late.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked in a weak voice that sounded foreign to her own ears.

Angelus pulled back slightly, "Stupid girl. You mother was one of the strongest Fae in her bloodline, did you really think something so trivial as a protection spell could defeat her? No, she knew exactly what she was doing. As soon as I arrived on the scene I could sense her magic in the air. She did more than just a protection spell, she cloaked herself….and then disappeared into the night…"

'What the fucking hell…'

Angelus stepped back and gave her another sinister grin, "And wait until word gets to her about what I've done to her precious 'daughter'... It'll break her heart, right before I rip it from her chest and stomp on it, just like she did to me all those years ago!"

'Ah so that's what his problem is….poor prick can't handle rejection.'

Morticia scoffed and then let out a low laugh, "So that's what this is all about. You've concocted this revenge fantasy to get back at my mom because she didn't want anything to do with your sorry ass."

Angelus' eyes flashed a deep maroon and one of his hands shot out to press against her throat. With his other hand he released her from her cuffs with one swift tug to the chains. Instead of letting her fall to the floor he held her suspended in the air by her throat.

She could slowly feel the lack of oxygen and the panic creep in but she refused to show him any more weakness.

"Not so haughty now are you…You seem to have forgotten who has control of this situation little one. There is no happy ending for you I'm afraid. I guess your little vampire boyfriend will have to visit his friends in Italy to get over his grief….I wonder how his family will take your demise? Perhaps their empath can help them with that… emotions are so easily changed, I figure they'll forget you even existed in a few years."

His words made tears well up in her eyes and her heart hurt at the thought of her beloved Edward cradling her corpse and looking distraught. She knew he would immediately think of suicide, but that would kill Esme- she couldn't lose another child- and Carlisle would be beside himself if his first turned son decided to end himself….Edward….no.

The black spots began to swirl in her vision as Angelus's grip tightened around her throat. In the back of her mind she wondered if this might be how her story ended. With her body badly beaten, thrown on a cold floor for her love to find as her captor flew away into the night to find her birth mother.

How many times before this had she contemplated what life would be like had she not been in it. She was not a religious person but the idea of Heaven and Hell did intrigue her. Would her heaven now be her with Edward for eternity, living their lives in tandem with the other Cullens and having very kinky vampire sex, or would it just be oblivion. She scoffed at herself mentally, she didn't deserve heaven. What had she done to deserve eternal happiness? She ruined a perfect Romeo and Juliet loves tory for the ages with her presence alone….Now her Edward was going to be all alone again.

Her heart broke for her love. He deserved to be happy. Maybe he would move on…possibly with that Tanya girl she had read so much about…. People do strange things in their grief I've heard…

As the darkness became overwhelming, she felt herself slipping away but before that she managed to make her lips form the words "Edward I love you,"one last time.

Just as she accepted her death, there was a crash from the ceiling of the building. Her senses were not up to par at the moment, but she was sure she could hear someone shouting her name….It couldn't be.

The hand around her throat loosened and she took a deep shuddering breath. Her eyes flew open and scanned the room. Her family had come.

Edward and Carlisle were in a defensive crouch, ready to pounce at Angelus as the others had meticulously placed themselves around the other possible escape routes in the room. There was another man standing beside Carlisle and Edward. It was someone she had never seen before but seemed oddly familiar to her.

Angelus took no time in pinning her to his chest and using her as a human shield. "You're too late Vladimir." He was speaking to the mystery man, who apparently was named Vladimir – good to know.

Vladimir growled and took a few steps forward before he spoke, "Let her go Angelus! Your issue is with me, not her!"

Angelus chuckled darkly and moved some of Morticia's hair away from her face in a mock loving gesture. "Oh, but we were having such fun before you lot showed up. Isn't that right princessa?" Morticia tried to move her head away but she was too weak. She tried to focus her gaze to Edward and her heart broke at seeing him so upset. He looked like he was in immense pain at seeing her like this.

'I must look terrible. Great, the first time he sees me in my underwear I look like I went five rounds with Mike Tyson…also this is not the sexiest set I own, goddamn laundry day.'

Angelus continued as he tightened his hold on her, "besides I think she is plenty involved in this, Vlad. If I hurt her, I hurt you and Athena…that's a win win in my book. Besides King Stephen wants the little bastard wiped from his lineage, and I plan to make that happen."

Vladimir shook his head with a sorrowful sigh and sank to his knees, "I will give myself up, no tricks. Just let her go, please. She's my daughter, Angelus. Have mercy please."

Morticia's head sprung up and she looked at the man with a confused gaze. 'Father? What. I couldn't have heard that right. No fucking way.'

Angelus paused for a moment as if contemplating it then let out a loud laugh making Morticia jump in shock. "You know….there's just no fun with you giving yourself up like that. So….I think I'll just enjoy watching you cry over your spawn's corpse."

In an act of either bravery or stupidity, Morticia bit Angelus's arm in panic. She could taste his metallic blood filling her mouth. 'oops I forgot about the new fangs.' He did give a startled yell but her bite was not enough for him to release his hold on her. He moved his hands to the sides of her head and before anyone could react….he snapped her neck.

She could hear the loud crack of the vertebrae in her neck in her ears and then there was nothing but black.

Edward's Pov- a few minutes before

My family and I were quickly approaching my love's location. It was like my heart was guiding me to her, as silly as that sounded. The closer we got the heavier my heart became. It was as if being without Morticia made my heart hollow and cold. All I could think about was wanting her back in my arms again. I know it sounds ridiculous and boarder-line toxic to say but I don't think I'm going to be able to let her out of my site again after this. I could barely restrain myself after the wolf fiasco….maybe I should- not it's too soon.

The thought did slip into my mind though. The vision Alice saw those weeks ago, of me and my love sitting in a graveyard and myself getting ready to propose to the love of my life. Oh, how I longed for her to say yes. If she had I guarantee I wouldn't be able to wait until the wedding, to have her be called Mrs. Edward Cullen.

Of course, it's insane to think about at the present time, but a man could dream, couldn't he? Besides, knowing a woman like Morticia- how was he even sure she wanted to get married this soon. Yes, she had mentioned marriage before- but that had been when their lives had been less chaotic than they were right now. But what if this was their life now- constantly chasing after one another to save the other from danger? He didn't know how his undead nerves could handle much more. If only Alice could see more of Morticia in her visions, that would make their lives a hell of a lot easier. So why was she able to see that vision of his proposal? Odd…

He didn't have any more time to dwell on things as Carlisle quickly swerved his car into an abandoned parking lot down the street from the warehouse that Edward assumed his love was being held. He had to stop his thoughts before they made him sick- even for a vampire. He felt a wave of calm and steadiness settle over him and gave Jasper a thoughtful nod in the rearview mirror.

'Don't worry, brother, we'll find her and bring her home…and then you can act on all that repressed sexual tension you've got going on.'

Classic Jasper, just when you think he's going to stop at the sincere part…well, he guessed that was the price to pay for having vampire brothers he supposed.

His gaze settled on Fauna next. She looked even worse than he felt. Of course, with Morticia being her charge, he knew she was going to be upset at the thought of losing her, but her thoughts showed her true grief.

She seemed to be reminiscing on when Morticia was born. 'She was so tiny. Such a beautiful babe. How could I have let this happen to her?'

In her mind he saw his love, swaddled in a crochet black baby blanket, her violet eyes gleaming as she gazed at the world around her. It made him wish they could have a babe more than anything. He could envision a baby girl with Morticia's ebony black hair and his mother's green eyes, or a boy who bore a striking resemblance to himself with Morticia's striking eyes….

He knew he shouldn't even entertain the idea. A vampire and a human could never procreate a child…but his love was not entirely human…. No! The idea was ridiculous.

With an inward sigh, he pulled away from Fauna's thoughts and instead focused on the road in front of them. They chose to drive rather than run as if any humans were to see them- word could possibly get back to Aro in Italy. They most certainly did not need that extra stress added- so here they were.

Even going at Carlisle's speed of over 100 miles above the speed limit, it still felt like an eternity. Every second felt like torture for him as he imagined what his love might be going through.

He prayed to whatever god would listen to him, damned soul and all…please let his love survive this…..

-TIME SKIP-

As soon as they made it close to the warehouse, Carlisle ditched the car in an abandoned parking lot a little down the road. If anything was going to be reported, at least no one had car plates to recognize.

It only took Edward a few moments to realize the smell of his love's blood permeating the air. It made his stomach churn…and by the heaviness of the scent, she had lost quite a bit.

'Don't panic yet, son. Let's think rationally about this.'

Edward scoffed at his father's capacity to remain calm at a time like this.

"So….what is the plan?" Emmett asked as he and Jasper approached with the rest of the group.

Before Edward could formulate a response, Morticia's earth shattering scream broke through the air.

His eyes turned pitch black and he growled to the rest of his family, "run like hell and don't stop me."

Vaguely in the distance he heard Vladimir mutter, "I am going to rip Angelus apart."

Rather than go in the front door like one would expect, Edward turned to his father and growled, "The roof, He won't expect it. Plus it might give us time to get her away from him."

His father gave him a nod and then proceeded to tell the others where to go. As soon as they crashed in the ceiling, the sight that greeted them made Edward want to purge his eyes. His darling Morticia was bloodied and bruised, being held grotesquely by an unknown man. Her blood littered the floor and covered various torture instruments littering the room.

A surge of anger he had never felt before swarmed Edward. He wasn't even sure if Jasper could bring him back. He had read accounts of mates becoming injured and their partner becoming inconsolable or enraged…..you could definitely say he was the later of the two. Right now all he could envision was sinking his teeth into this "angelus" and draining him dry!

As much as he wanted to flash over and snap Angelus neck, Vladimir's thoughts stopped him.

'Don't try it boy. He's got her in place as a shield and he's wicked fast, if you make a move too quick he'll kill her in a second. Let me try something before you get her killed.'

He could hear Vladimir try to give himself up for Morticia's safety, but he knew this monster was not giving in. He didn't even need to read his mind, nor did he want to…

Perhaps they could all rush him at the same time, like a blitz attack?

He was trying to scan Alice's thoughts, hoping for a vision but saw none.

The next few seconds went by in a flash but they will forever be etched into his memory like a curse.

His love bravely bit her captor and both he and his family moved forward to help but the bastard was too quick…..he snapped Morticia's neck.

Edward was frozen in shock for a second before throwing himself at Angelus. The sound of her bones snapping replaying over and over inside his head. He was blinded by rage and soon the man beneath him was beginning to look like a bloody pulp. He didn't realize but Edward had been hitting him so hard that his own hands had begun to crack under the pressure.

He could have killed the man right then and there but Vladimir put a hand on his shoulder to stall him.

"Enough boy. Don't do this here, let me deal with him, please. Morticia wouldn't want you to be like he is. Go tend to Morticia."

Edward's eyes filed with venom and his voice shook, "Tend to her? She's dead?! This bastard killed her!" As he said the words his anger ignited again and he glared at Angelus who had begun coughing up piles of blood.

As he was about to sink his teeth into Morticia's murderer, Fauna's voice stopped him.

"Vladimir, you saw her bite him! Do you think she might?..."

Edward turned to look at Fauna who was cradling his love's head in her lap, tears streaming down her face.

As he looked around he saw that every member of his family had looks of horror and sadness on their faces as they tried to take in the scene before them. Carlisle attempted to look for a pulse but found none, Esme stood beside Alice and Jasper with her hand over her mouth in horror, Emmett had venom pooling in his eyes as he held onto Rose who looked just as angry as he was at the moment. Vladimir had a stricken look on his face and shook his head grimly.

"I'm not sure if it will take, Fauna." His voice was grave as he moved to grab Angelus from Edward's grasp and threw chains around his wrist, leaving Edward to collapse on the ground in his grief.

"You're not sure if what will take?" Carlisle asked, tearing his gaze away from Morticia's corpse.

Vladimir sighed as he secured the other man's shackles.

"Fae blood has healing properties, but also with Morticia having me as her father, it complicates things. My kind of vampire can only be created by drinking the blood of another immortal and then dying, after death that person awakens but only after they have ingested human blood can they be truly immortal…." His voice was dull as if he himself were nothing more than a hollow shell.

"What are you saying?!" Edward rasped, looking up at Vladimir while still on his knees.

Vladimir took a few steps and then turned his gaze to where his daughter lay, a look of hope in his eyes mixed with worry.

"What I'm saying is….if Morticia wakes, she's going to be in transition. Her vampire side will have taken over to protect her… if she wakes up, Morticia is going to be a vampire…."

"But what about her fae magik, Vlad? Can't Athenodora's protection work in this?" Fauna was all but begging as she stroked her charge's hair.

Vladimir shook his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I wish I knew Fauna. There has never been another vampire/fae hybrid. If she wakes, who knows what will happen. She may not even choose to complete the transition."

Rosalie growled and ripped herself out of Emmett's arms, "What do you mean 'if she chooses to complete it' I thought you said she'd wake up a vampire!"

"yes but as I said, she won't know how this will impact her fae powers. That and she has to drink human blood to complete her transition….but we don't even know if she will awake yet…" Vladimir stepped quietly over to Fauna and took his daughter into his arms.

"If she doesn't wake in 24 hours, she is in peace, but if she wakes…she will have the same amount of time to complete her transition or else….she dies, permanently this time." Vladimir stroked Morticia's hair as the others began to take in what he had just said.

'dear god', Carlisle

'holy shit, what the fuck', Emmett

'that bastard. Forcing her into this', Rosalie

'How could I not have seen this?', Alice

'that poor girl…Edward will be beside himself,' Esme

Jasper was trying his best to calm everyone but his own grief soon did him in. 'Morticia didn't deserve this, I'm sorry Edward..'

Edward sat broken on the floor as the rest of his family looked at him around the room.

Either he was going to have his love forever…or she was truly dead…

And if she did survive, could he convince her to transition? Could he ask that of her?

This was going to be the worst 24 hours of his 'unlife'…