Well here it is. Chapter 2, or three, or whatever….. I know that "Vlad" might seem OOC, but it's the 21st century! Oh well, now it's time to answer some reviews.

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Well here it is, some chapter.

Disclaimer: Don't own Vlad or the B.P.R.D.

Vlad

Teresa walked into her lab and headed to the phone. As she walked passed the werewolf lying on the floor, he lifted his head up and waged his tail. "Ah shut up!" Teresa yelled at him. He whimpered with his tail between the legs.

"AHERRA" she cried. With a wave of her hand bottles flung themselves into the walls. Beakers shattered were they stood. The entire lab shaked, rattled, and rolled! "Well….that feels better." she said, satisfied.

Then she continued to the phone hoping it hadn't been destroyed in her out-burst. Thankfully it hadn't been. She picked up the receiver and dialed a familiar number.

"WHAT?" came a cruel, angry voice. "Don't yell at me." she said. "Oh, it's you. Sorry about that. I'm just dealing with…" he had to pause a second. "…a client right now." Said the man on the other end as he looked over at the man that was tied down to a chair, and had ducked tape over his mouth.

Teresa knew what her boyfriend was doing. Vlad usually had to "persuade" his "clients" into a deal. If Vlad gets what he wants they get to walk away with their lives. She could tell this one was being difficult and walking a thin line by the sound of his voice.

"I need a favor from you." Said Teresa. "Listen, now's not a…." "Salena Carrington." Teresa interrupted. Vlad's face went from a pale sickly color to hot red with anger.

He hated Salena even more than Teresa did. It all started about a year ago, when Salena was leading a double life. She was the Salena you see now and a blackops agent. Her secret life consisted of locating and taking down the most wanted people on the planet. You know the criminals that ordinary people don't know exist. Well she was assigned to locate and take down Vlad.

The thing is, that day she was moved to another department. The B.P.R.D., Burial of Paranormal Research and Defense. It dealt with vampires and things like that. Well that's what Vlad was, a vampire. A powerful one at that.

The night Salena went after him she thought she knew everything there is to know about vampires. But this was no ordinary vampire. She had brought all the essentials: stake, garlic, etc.

It was a brutal fight. She had tried everything, stakes, holywater, crucifix, garlic, everything she had and all the legendary weapons but nothing worked. To him she was child's play; a waist of his time. He couldn't be beaten, and he knew it. She knew it.

In the end, her leg was hurt badly and she was down. She struggled to hold on to the three stakes still in her hands. Off to the side she could see his three brides coming after her. She only had one chance. She clutched the stakes and through them one at a time.

God must have wanted her out of there alive because they hit dead center of the bride's hearts. No one could believe what just happened, not even Salena. "NNNOOO!" Vlad screamed as he ran to the now dust of his brides. He turned to face Salena but she was gone.

Salena knew he would come looking for revenge so she retired from her secret life and erased all files of the being apart of that organization. She decided to go back home and live with her parents. She didn't know how to explain to them where she had been and what she had been doing. Or why she was still alive. They had though she was dead this whole time. But she would never have to explain. Vlad had found them and sucked them dry. He didn't stop there. He massacred her whole family. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, everyone. The ones that had survived were the two that were staying with friends that night, Stef and Kayla.

She eventually went back to her normal life. Blue jeans, and all. She missed blue jeans. Well this is what raised Vlad's desire to kill her even more. First her grandfather took everything from him now her. He wanted revenge.

"What if I could tell you exactly where she is?" Teresa asked, snapping him out of his memories. "I would kiss your feet and call you my queen." He said with haste in his voice. He wouldn't really kiss her feet, he just wanted her to tell as soon as possible. "Get you men together and get ready to go hunting."