-Thank Sam1 for the fast-er update :P-

-Okay, some things in this chapter may again be fanon, but just things I'm not sure of. Well, this story was AU anyway :P Anyway, like I said, blood and biting detail so be warned!-

-Oh, by the way, Thomas the secretary is one crazy sonavub-tch... yup :)-

-Long chappie by the way ;P

-Yup. I found the special characters :P-

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Meanwhile, after the plane was brought in, and it's guest was inside, Thomas was introduced to Penny, Parker and Scott, and finally, the Tracy heir understood why his brothers and father had mistaken him for Thomas.. The resemblance was nearly frightening.. The same clear blue eyes, the same brown black hair, the same strong appearance..

And at the same time, Scott knew the difference between them. It was only when they stood opposite each other that the little details were seen. Thomas lacked the cleft in his chin, the lines around his mouth, Thomas' eyes were more grayish blue, and he hardly had any muscles in his arms..

"You must be Scott.." Thomas had said when he finally came eye to eye with the only Tracy he had never met. Thomas had a friendly smile on his face, but there was something about him that made Scott's insides prickle with unease.

"Yes. And you must be Thomas.." The two shook hands, and exchanged polite smiles. Thomas was quick to pull his hand back again, and Scott noticed with amusement that man was trying hard to rub some warmth back in to the appendage.

His amusement was short lived, when Thomas requested to speak with him in another room.

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Scott led the way to a room that was a bit out of the way and -while he was walking- wondered why Thomas would want to speak with him.. He couldn't think of a reason.. And why in private especially? He wasn't quite sure why he was even indulging Thomas' little request.

Opening the last door in the long hallway, Scott let Thomas enter first, and then walked into the silent room himself. He had chosen his own office that he rarely used. It looked rather spartan, a simple desk before them, a window to the left, a couch underneath it, and a wall full of pictures and degrees on the right wall..

Scott was glad he locked the drawers of his desk and had nothing lying around. Usually when he sat in this particular office, he was thinking of new things for the Thunderbirds (like all his brothers did on their own fields of expertise). Brains would later work out the real mechanics, but Scott's knowledge of aeronautics usually helped him sketch out ideas, that Brains later translated in something real. Scott wouldn't even trust his girlfriend with the confidential Thunderbirds papers he kept in there...

Not that he had a girlfriend...

"Scott Tracy..." Thomas muttered. He strolled to the right of the room and admired the pictures on the wall. Pictures of Scott in his fatigues at comings and goings, in his dress clothes at ceremonies, and several pictures of him and his brothers in neat civilian clothes. Like the perfect little family they were, minus a mother. He threw a glance over the degrees and then turned around to sit down on the dust covered desk.

"Thought you were dead..." Thomas said lightly, as if just striking up a conversation. His eyes had a steely appearance to them suddenly. His whole face was blank, no emotion present, but his eyes held some.. And the emotion Scott could decipher from them didn't ease the ruffled feeling he was getting.

"You were dead." Thomas continued. "At least thought to be anyway.." He glanced down on the floor, and Scott wondered what was going trough the man's head. He seemed all the more hostile suddenly. It was something in the way he held himself. The way he hadn't acted a minute ago around the rest of the family.

"What do you want?" Scott demanded. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He was getting the same feeling he had thousand times over in the Army.. The feeling of something amiss. The feeling that something was about to happen.. Something big...

Thomas pulled a face. Acted like he was innocent of any crime..

"Calm yourself.." He murmured. He glanced down at the desktop again and wiped his finger over it, then raised it to his face. The tip of his finger was completely gray with dust. Disgusted, he wiped his hand on his shirt.

"Clean often why don't you?" He muttered. He gazed up at Scott and noted the man's pallor. Unnatural..Thomas thought. Really abnormal.. Maybe it's all the black he wears..

"What. Do. You. Want?" Scott repeated, every word forced. Slowly, he was getting tired of Thomas, and the suspense of what Thomas might say was giving him a headache..

"You, dead..." Thomas said simply. His gaze was averted, but the words packed a hell of a punch just the same. It sent Scott reeling down a black hole full of thoughts..Run away for one..Take him on... secondly. Why did Thomas want him dead anyway? What had been done wrong this time around? Did he want Scott dead because he was the heir, or did he know he was a Thunderbird? Or... what?

Thomas raised his gaze that had been resting on the desktop and peeked out from several dark bangs, "I hired Seti to kill you. Didn't care how, didn't care when, or where... Just that she did you in... How did you think I knew when to show up? When to apply for the secretary job?"

Scott could only stare at Thomas. So he was responsible for making him who he was now... Even if Thomas didn't know to a full extent what he had caused, the secretary was responsible for making him a vampire...

Sudden rage unfurled within him like a furness.. It's hot flames licking on his insides, burning him from within.

"Do you have any idea what you caused?" Scott growled low in his throat. It seemed to startle Thomas, but not scare him. "Do you?!" The vampire barked for emphasis.

Thomas didn't answer.. He reached behind his back, and when his hand returned, a Beretta was nestled neatly in his grip.. He pulled back the hammer, so the chamber was loaded with a bullet.

Scott swallowed thickly, but he wasn't going to let Thomas get to him. Breathing deeply, he held onto his silent rage and outer calm. Calm was what he needed, what always got him out in the end.. That, and reasoning.

"Why are you doing this?" Scott muttered quietly. Silence was all that filled the room for a moment.

Enjoy the silence.. Scott thought somewhere in the back of his head..

"You had to come back, didn't you?!" Thomas suddenly shouted. " I was just fine where I was, no one had the nerve to fire me because they reminded me of you!" Thomas was swinging the gun around dangerously, and Scott knew he was going to have to take him down. There was no way Thomas was going to let him walk away unscathed now..

"It's not too late, Thomas.." Scott tried, taking a different approach. "Put the gun down, and I'll talk to my father so you can stay. He's very fond of you.. He won't fire you just because I'm back.."

Thomas laughed, for some reason amused by Scott's words.. "Yeah right..." He giggled. "I suck at being a secretary, but it's the easiest and only thing I can hold on to..."

"Still, let me talk to my father.." Scott said. This isn't going how I wanted it to.. He thought, slightly worried.. He made out the maniac look in Thomas' face, and realized, he was too late already...

Before Scott knew it, Thomas whipped out the gun to before him, and aimed directly at Scott's chest. Just as fast, he had pulled the trigger, forcing a silenced, but scathing hot bullet between Scott's last two left side ribs..

The vampire felt the sharp piece of steel enter with a sharp pang, making his knees buckle as he howled in reflex and clutched at the wound, his body preparing for some serious damage and pain..

Only...

The pain that was supposed to come, didn't...

As Scott sat on his knees, he realized that... He was fine.. The only thing he felt was slight pressure on his chest where the bullet had entered. He looked down and was disturbed to find that beneath his pale fingers, the wound hadn't even bled. He could actually see the tissue and white bones beneath, yet it didn't even hurt! With fascination, he watched as it all neatly knitted back together, to appear as if nothing ever happened! The only evidence of the event was the neat hole on the front of his black silken shirt.

Thomas was standing in front of him, an ugly snarl on his face that -for once- was distinctly different from Scott's own. He clearly thought he had already won. No one survived a pointblank shot in the chest without immediate attention.. Like these rich bastards have an infirmary in this place..

Scott felt an incredible surge of energy run trough his body. Maybe he grew stronger by being nearly killed.. (Not that he was keen to research that bit of info.)

He growled from deep within his throat, regained his footing slightly unsteady, and thought he heard a shocked gasp come from before and behind him. He couldn't be sure, the roaring in his ears made it impossible to tell.

"What the fuck are you?!" The secretary yelled, his eyed wide.. "How is this possible?!"

Scott felt the vampire in him try to take control. It was an unnerving process every time.. At first, it would feel like rage that was being kept in. That blocked feeling you get when all you want to do is express your anger and kick in the first wall on your path.. Like when you're underwater and you need to breathe..

Second would be that it felt like being shoved aside mentally. He would be so thirsty or mad that the vampire was strong enough to come out, feeding on those emotions.. He would then come out so forcefully, Scott felt like he was being hurtled down a black tunnel, into a part of his mind where he couldn't see, or hear.. A black hole where he was unable to control his own actions..

"Scott! Don't!" Someone cried.

It was Virgil. After having been left behind, he had become worried when he had heard raised voices at the end of the hallway. He knew he had to leave them in private, -had done so to an extent- but was glad he hadn't left them completely.. Right now, he was holding onto the doorpost quite tightly. He knew the red glare in his oldest brother's eyes. Thomas had done it. He had managed to bring out the vampire in Scott, even though he had fed just this morning. Blood thirst apparently wasn't the only way to bring out his true side.

Virgil wanted to move, to stop Scott, but he felt like he was glued to the spot.. It didn't feel like being paralyzed with fear, he really wanted to move... Except.. He just couldn't.. It felt like someone nailed him to the ground.

"Guess you didn't know who this 'Seti' really was.. Did you?" Scott growled in low, silk tainted tones.. "She killed me alright...But you didn't think she'd help me live in another way, did you? She fed, but made me feed on her..." The honeyed tone vanished, and coldness stayed. "I'm dead... But yet, here I am... Ain't that just grand?" He laughed.

In blind rage -courtesy of the vampire- and the need to protect himself, Scott ended up slamming Thomas -who screamed in fear- against the wall, grabbing his shoulders and sinking his sharp fangs into the man's neck.

Thomas screamed high and hard, the pain so great it was blocking out every single thought. Scott wasn't making it comfortable for Thomas. He could've done so, but the vampire was reluctant to. The sorry bastard didn't deserve any better then he was getting.

He was fighting Scott still, flailing and pushing and shoving as hard as he could.

To no avail...

To Thomas' horror, he discovered that either he was lacking in strength, or his adversary was a great deal stronger then him. Every time Thomas did manage to gain a few inches, Scott would remove his hands and teeth from him, only to shove him back roughly against the wall, and bite down on the secretary's neck harder then before.

Scott readily lapped the blood from the man's neck. If he thought Virgil feeding him his blood from a cup was good, he was getting a better kick out of taking it directly and warm from another man's neck. At that moment, guilt didn't even enter his mind. Maybe it would've if he had bitten someone less deserving, but right now, all he thought about was how great he felt. The blood was making him feel alive again. He hardly registered anything else. If he had, he would've noticed Virgil standing in the doorway, looking angry and scared at the same time, as if he was afraid of Scott, but at the same time thinking that what Thomas was receiving had come to him, that he had deserved it. Virgil wondered when Scott would stop feeding, but noted slightly detached that he probably wouldn't until he had taken out the threat. And that could only be when said threat, was dead as a doornail...

"Oh God!" Thomas cried. He started feeling heavy, and it didn't take long before his flailing stopped, and his legs started feeling weak underneath him. He felt cold, and tired.. No doubt the shock of Scott's bite and the bloodloss.. He vaguely felt that the mythical creature before him was all that was keeping him up, by his shirt to be more precise. What did I get myself into..? He wondered, his thoughts sluggish.

By the time Scott let go, he had the slightest trail of blood running down his chin. "I'm done with you.." He whispered, his tone velvety. He stepped back, and watched Thomas slide down the wall and land in a trembling heap on the carpet.

Licking away warm blood trailing down his chin, he eyed the pitiful excuse of a human on the ground, and scoffed. Did that pose a threat?

From behind Virgil, the rest of the family caught up, and glanced from Scott to Thomas down on the floor. Finally Virgil felt he could move again, and he did immediately. He ran over to Scott and stood in front of him. The Tracy heir had closed his eyes and was looking for support on the desk behind him now. The Vampire apparently was letting him go again, having fed.

"Scott?" Virgil tried. He placed a hand in his brother's neck and tried to contain the shiver he felt as he touched cold skin. It still unsettled him, the ivory skin so cold...

"Scotty?" He tried again. He moved his hand up to run trough his brother's hair, and was relieved to find that when his eyes finally snapped open, they were the usual bright blue.

Virgil glanced back at his father and noted that he had moved over to Thomas. Stealing a quick look at Scott, Virgil saw that he was looking at Jeff too. His blue eyes were slightly glassy..

As Jeff inspected Thomas, Scott started shaking when he found the marks on the side of Thomas' neck. Incredulous, the Tracy patriarch stood up, and walked over to Scott. His eyes were wide, and it almost seemed as if he was in awe by his son.

"How... " He gently nudged Virgil aside, and took in Scott's face. "What happened?" He rephrased.

Scott just took his father's hand and held it flat against his chest. He knew what his father would find there. Or rather, what he wouldn't find.. Then, he smiled, showing off his other new assets..

He had never seen his father recoil so fast..

Jeff Tracy didn't recoil. Never had done so in the near three decades of Scott's presence..

Scott's smile fell off his face, and he closed his eyes. This was what he had been afraid of. This was why he hadn't wanted anyone else know that he was a vampire.. He made to escape, but Jeff grabbed him by his wrist just in time to stop him.

"Why didn't you tell me..?" Jeff asked in low tones, the father-wants-an-explanation- tone he hadn't used in ages on Scott.

Scott couldn't see his father, but he could see the rest of the family in front of him, and they were all looking at him, wide-eyed, probably just as unsettled as Virgil when he had found out what Scott really was.

"I didn't want you to think I had gone crazy." Scott explained, a sudden hitch in his voice. "Didn't want to upset you guys any further. You were all upset enough when you found out that I was still around.."

Jeff tugged on his oldest son's wrist and made him retreat a few steps.

"Always thought you were the sensible one.." Jeff muttered. He reached out, and put his arms around Scott. "Don't you realize, that if you had told us right away, we wouldn't be so hurt now?" He felt Scott tremble slightly..

"You lied Scott.." Jeff continued. "I didn't expect that from you... Also, I wouldn't have declared you crazy if you could've proven you were a vampire.. Sure it sounds strange, but what you just showed me looks like proper evidence.."

Scott leaned his head on his father's shoulder, but left his arms hanging at his sides. He had been an idiot indeed. He had only tried to protect the others, but in the process, he hurt them even more..

"It's okay, Scott. Just..." Jeff sighed, and felt his own heart beat against his oldest son's still chest. It was an odd sensation, one he would probably never get used to.

"Don't fool us like that again..." He finished, and felt Scott nod against his neck...

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