Okay, you know how at the beginning of this story I said the vampires in here wouldn't be affected by sunlight? Well...I decided they are going to be. And they will still be affected by silver too. And I know this fic is closely related to the whole Underworld series and I am doing my best not to make it a complete rip-off. But it is a little hard to write an original vampire story when so many people have done so in film and book; especially if ideas are paralleled.

Anywho, here's today's chapter. Hope you guys like it.

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"You all right Sam?" Daniel asked as Sam walked out of the room.

"Yeah," she replied. "I'll be up in my room," she said.

"She looked distracted," Jack said.

"I shall speak with her," Teal'c said and trailed after Sam. He ignored the lounging vampires in the halls and rooms and did not stop until he reached the room SG-1 and Janet were staying in. He knocked on the door and slipped inside.

Sam was standing near the window, the moonlight illuminating her face. Teal'c halted several feet away from her, his hands clasped behind his back. "Teal'c," Sam acknowledged without turning.

"Are you well Major Carter? You seem distracted by something."

Sam bowed her head and folded her arms over her chest. "I…I don't know…"

"I will keep your confidence Major Carter, if you wish to tell me anything," Teal'c said.

She nodded. "I just found out my mother is still alive."

"Is that not good news?" Teal'c asked.

"It is, but it isn't. She's in a hibernate-like sleep and won't be awakened for almost two hundred years. And no one thought it wise to tell me she was not only alive, but she's also an elder."

"An elder?" Teal'c repeated.

"One of the oldest knownvampires," Sam answered. "I understand their reasoning for not telling me though."

"You do?"

"A human-vampire hybrid has never lived longer than fifty years or so. They end up getting killed. But since I didn't choose to live my life similar to them, no one knows exactly how long I'll live," Sam explained. She turned away from the window and leaned against the wall, looking at Teal'c. "What's on your mind? You look distracted as well," she said.

"Since finding out about your abilities, I have been trying to figure out why Jolinar of Malkshur did not use your powers to flee the SGC when she was in control of your body," he said. "As of yet, I have not come up with an explanation."

"She knew I didn't want my secret out. She used a bit of my strength when hitting Colonel O'Neill though."

"You could have attributed the powers displayed to her," Teal'c pointed out.

"And have the NID drag me in to experiment on me to see if any residual power was left? They really would have found out my secret then Teal'c. Jolinar knew that. She didn't want that to happen to me."

"She did not save your life, did she?" Teal'c asked.

Sam smiled sheepishly, her cheeks reddening. "Not really. She would have if she needed to, but because of the vampire part of me…" she trailed off with a shrug. "You can tell the others about what really happened with Jolinar if you want."

"Only if they ask," Teal'c said.

Sam glanced out of the window and saw the sun beginning to rise before the heavy curtains automatically blocked the sun. Teal'c frowned and cocked his head. Sam saw his confusion and arched a brow.

"I thought vampires were not adversely affected by sunlight," he said.

"If they're wearing sun block they're not," Sam said. "All I know about it is that there's something in a vampire's DNA that is negatively affected by sunlight. My mother always wore long sleeves and pants with gloves and usually stayed in the shade on sunny days. She's actually the reason why we lived in Alaska for so long."

"It is continually dark there for months on end," Teal'c said.

Sam nodded. "And on sunny days in summer it's still pretty cold but she was able to get away with wearing long sleeves and gloves and the like."

"Fascinating," Teal'c said. "But why are you not affect by the sun's light?"

"I'm half human Teal'c. People often refer to what I am as a Dhampir."

"I see," Teal'c said. "What will be done about the cultists?" he asked, deciding to change the topic.

Sam shrugged. "I'm not sure. We still need to find Cassie."

"Indeed. General Hammond is becoming most anxious that we return to our duties at the base."

"I'm not leaving the search until Cassie is found. I don't care what happens to me. No one messes with my friends."

"Of this I am aware." Teal'c walked over to Sam and rested a hand on her shoulder. "And you will not be alone."

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"My order stands Dante. You will not be allowed out of this mansion until these cultists are stopped. If they get their hands on you…" Viktor began.

"If. But they won't. I'm no safer here than anywhere else. You know we have a traitor in our midst. What's more, there's still an innocent kid out there caught in the middle of our civil war. I'm not going to leave Sam and her friends alone to try and find her!" Dante argued.

"The Council has spoken Dante! You will remain here. Amelia and Alexander will be awakened in a few short hours. And they will support the Council's decision. I will not hear anymore on the subject Dante," Viktor said, walking away.

Dante glared after the elder, his eyes feral blue. He angrily clenched his right hand into a fist and stormed off into the sparring area. He grabbed some of his handguns and stood in the firing range. He hit a button and a plaster statue rose about twenty feet away. He undid the safety and began emptying the clip into the statue. He stopped when the clip was empty and began changing them out.

Janet walked up to Dante. "I heard that the elder Viktor won't let you leave the mansion," she said softly. "Why?"

"How could you have heard that?" Dante asked.

"I was wandering the halls and got lost," Janet admitted embarrassingly.

Dante gave her a small smile. "He's not letting anyone leave actually. Not till we find out who let the lycans in."

"Wise idea. But I need to find my daughter," Janet said.

"She's not your biological daughter, is she?" Dante asked.

Janet folded her arms and shook her head. "She's an orphan. Sole survivor of a plague in her village." She looked at Dante. "What about you? Do you have any children?" she asked.

"No. What I do right now is too dangerous for me to have a family." He set the gun down and leaned against one of the partitions. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Still a bit tired though."

"Count yourself lucky. Few people can survive a vampire-lycan blood infusion for as long as you did."

"Lucky me." Janet's eyes hardened. "If they did that to my daughter and she doesn't survive those cultists are going to be sorry."

Dante chuckled. "Remind me never to piss you off."

Janet glanced at the bullet-riddled statue. "Likewise."

"How are your friends?" Dante asked.

"They'll be fine. Worried about Cassie but they're fine. Will we be able to see this Awakening Ceremony? Daniel's pretty interested in it."

"It's up to Viktor and the Council," Dante answered. "Might be able to though." He folded his arms and looked Janet in the eye. "Do you remember anything about being taken, where you were, stuff like that?"

Janet shook her head. "Just flashes and voices; nothing coherent. I've been meditating and trying every memory recall technique I know to find out what I can to help Cassie, but nothing."

Dante let out a slow breath and stared at the floor before looking Janet in the eye. "There might be a way," he said slowly.

"Tell me please," she begged.

"Let me change first," he said. "Meet me in my room in ten minutes." Janet nodded and Dante left with his guns.

Janet began wandering through the halls, slowly making her way towards Dante's room. Figuring that it had been ten minutes she walked to Dante's door, knocked, and walked in. She halted in her tracks when she saw him buckling on his belt to his leather pants, his broad, bare back to her. He turned and Janet's breath caught in her throat.

"I…I'd thought it had been ten minutes," she stammered, her face red.

Dante smiled and Janet's heart began to beat faster. "Don't worry about it. This makes us even."

Realization dawned on Janet and her face turned bright red. Dante chuckled and pulled on a black, long sleeve button up shirt. He began buttoning it and made sure his door was closed and locked. He motioned for Janet to have a seat and they both sat down. Dante tied his hair back.

"You said there was a way for me to remember?" Janet asked.

"Yeah," he said. "But it breaks a major law the Council set in place years ago."

Janet frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Humans, lycans, vampires; they all have genetic memories. Memories that live in their blood. As soon as they are born, the blood memories begin. When a vampire drinks the blood of one of these people, they gain access to the person's blood memories. Everything that happened to the person, the vampire knows."

"But why would that break a law?"

"Sam must not have told you that part yet. Once we were able to create a synthetic blood serum, all feeding off of humans was forbidden. To drink the blood of a human is a violation of the law. The punishment is harsh."

"What's the punishment?" Janet asked.

Dante shifted uncomfortably. "Death by starvation."

"That's a horrible death for anyone."

"It's worse for a vampire. The blood thirst gets so bad that we begin to drink our own blood if we can't get to another source. Eventually we die."

"How long does it take?" Janet asked.

Dante shrugged. "Depends on the person. But it can take anywhere from two days to a week. I've only seen it once and it was not pleasant."

"So even if the person offers their blood willingly, the vampire responsible is still punished for it?" Dante nodded. "But doesn't the human become a vampire if bitten?"

"No. There has to be a blood exchange from vampire to human in order for the human to be changed," Dante explained.

"So my blood memories could provide a way for us to find Cassie. That's what you're basically saying," Janet said.

"Yeah," Dante agreed.

"You'd…you'd be willing to risk death just to find out what happened to my daughter?" she asked in disbelief.

"Some things are worth the risk," Dante answered. "But I'll only do it if you ask me to," he added.

"They could find out though. The Council. I…as much as I want my daughter back I can't let you take that risk," Janet said. "Doing that would be selfish."

"Then I'm offering," Dante said.

Janet saw the determined look in his eyes and was speechless, torn at what to do. She shifted in her chair a little. "Will…will it hurt much?" she asked softly.

"It hurts a little. Have you given blood before?" Janet nodded. "It's similar to that. But are you sure about this? Everything you've experienced in your life I'll see it."

"I'm sure," she said. "Just…don't tell anyone?"

"You have my word Janet. I'll take your secrets to the grave with me."

"Where are you going to…?"

"Somewhere not easily seen would be wise," Dante said.

"I wear long sleeves a lot so…arm maybe?"

"You'll have to make sure no one sees it. Not even your friends."

"I understand," Janet said.

Dante nodded and rose to his feet. He walked over to Janet and knelt down next to her as she rolled up her sleeve. He carefully took her arm and pulled it close to his mouth. He slid his teeth into her skin as gently as possible and slowly began drinking her blood. Visions began appearing in Dante's mind and he sifted through them, working as quickly as he could to avoid anyone catching him.

The plot is beginning to thicken. Stay tuned for tomorrow's chapter, but until then, review please!