Title: The Point

Summary: A reincarnation story….the only way I could think to do this was using two warring mob families. All the usual suspects are back…Plus a modern day Cassandra to make it interesting. I may or may not make this a happy ending one. All the couples from the movie are here!

Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters, except myself and Victor. Everyone else belongs to Warner Brothers or Homer.

There is no space wider than grief,

There is no universe like that which bleeds— the Point, Paublo Neruda

"Bee, wake up!" Beatrice could feel someone pushing on her shoulders. She slapped her hands out, defending herself.

"Ow!!! Bitch!"

Crap! She opened her eyes and gazed at the outline of her cousin Cassy. What the hell was her cousin doing in her room?

"What time is it?" she grumbled. She looked over at the digital clock. 3:34 a.m. "You are so dead, Cassy!" She pushed her cousin away.

"Stop it!" The older girl pushed her back. "I had another dream!!" Beatrice's eyes had adjusted to the dark by this time. She could see that Cassy had been crying. She was starting to cry again even.

Beatrice pushed her away again, more gently this time, and turned on her bedside lamp. Cassy shrunk back. Bee had to laugh at this. Her cousin did appear a modern day vampire; very pale, with high cheekbones and dark black hair. Like Beatrice, she had dark chestnut eyes. She was gorgeous. But her weird personality always drove the boys away. The same went for Beatrice herself. She had chocolate brown hair, naturally tan skin, and cat-like eyes. Her cousin Paul often said she could be a Greek goddess incarnate. But she was too religious. She went to church every Sunday, and to confession every Tuesday. It wasn't mostly because of her mother. Beatrice didn't remember her father…he died when she was an infant. But her mother had only died of cancer when she was nine. Her mother had taken her to church every chance she got, telling her to pray for her uncle and cousins.

Beatrice pushed these thoughts out of her head. She turned back to Cassy. Cassy pushed her back down toward the bed, this time in a death-grip hug. She was hysterically crying now.

"Shhhh, "Beatrice soothed her, stroking her dark hair. "Hush, you'll wake the others."

"It doesn't matter. Not anymore," Cassy sobbed. "It is starting again. I've seen it. Maybe it will end better for you this time, Briseis. Maybe Andromache will not have to watch her Hector die!"

Beatrice pulled away so she could see her cousins face. Briseis? The name sounded…..something stirred when she heard it. But Hector?

"What about your brother? He's coming back from London today. Audrey talked to him last night!"

Beatrice thanked God and all the saints that Hector was coming home. Her other cousin Paul had been getting out of control since Hector left for that business trip. Hector was the only man in the family besides her uncle who would tell Beatrice the truth. He, like his father Peter Troies, was honorable. That was a hard thing to credit in the Troies' line of work. Beatrice had no delusions. She knew what her uncle and cousins did. That was why she prayed. She loved them and knew they were good men. Though they had done many unspeakable things, their souls were still gentle and full of love. Besides, Uncle Peter had said he wanted to quite. He was too old, and Hector had been to smart to get mixed in too deep with the family.

Beatrice wiped Cassy's tears away. "It's alright. It was just a dream. Hector will be back in a few hours. We're going to have brunch with him." Cassy was not convinced. She still whimpered. "You can stay with me tonight if you want."

She pulled the covers aside, making room for her cousin, who was both taller and thinner than herself. She seemed like she would break. She remembered hearing the conversation between Hector and her uncle just a few days before her cousin left for London.

"She's your sister, Hector," Peter had said. When he spoke you knew he was a great man, deserving respect. You got the same feeling looking into his deep blue eyes.

"That's the point. I love Cassandra just as much as anyone! But you know how she is! She's gotten worse I think. She started calling Audrey a different name the other day, and burst out crying every time she saw Paris or me. She was yelling at me, 'Please, Hector, don't fight him! Don't leave the walls!' I had no idea what she meant. You know I never get involved with that sort of business."

Peter nodded at his son's words and sighed. "Yes….she has been worse. But let's wait. At least until you come back. In a few weeks it will be finished. I plan to move out to the estate in Westchester. I'll take her, and Beatrice maybe…it would help her painting I think. Maybe getting out of the city will calm Cassandra."

That was all Beatrice had heard because Audrey had come in asking her if she wouldn't mind watching little Colin for an hour or two.

Beatrice reached over to turn off the lamp, and looked once more at her cousin, who had stopped her weeping and was now sleeping peacefully. Please, God, please let her be alright Beatrice thought as she flicked off the light. And let the others be alright too she finished as she lay back down. And right before she closed her eyes she sent up a final prayer: Whoever she is, protect Briseis.

A/N: Okay, that's where I'm ending the first part. Kind of short I know but I'll add another chapter soon! Please review and tell me what you think. Also, I don't want to do this exactly like the movie only in modern times, I want it to be it's own stories, so any suggestions you can give to do that would be appreciated.