Hi! I know you guys are probably mad at me for taking so long but other stories need love, too. But here's chapter 4 like I promised. You'll learn more about Michael in this chapter.

Disclaimer: WolfKeeper989 does not own Law and Order: SVU or any of the characters. But I do own the original victims, Meca Magi, Michael, Diego Calamari, and Sasha Gilchrist.

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Chapter 4

Olivia looked up and gasped as she stared into the most beautiful gray-green eyes she had ever seen. Then the way his jet-black hair fit his caramel face so richly, she was spell bound. But the eyes were what held Olivia's attention. They stood out so much against his skin tone that you could not help but stare at them. Their expression was a gentle yet curious one. They danced lively as if they were hiding tons of great secrets but yet were filled with wisdom. Then to her surprise his hand was warm on her wrist instead of being cold like Ice's. She instantly inhaled his scent. He smelled of sweet rain, the kind of smell you inhale after a good rain shower. She closed her eyes as the smell of him began to intoxicate her; she began to feel as if she were free falling. Then she heard a much kinder gentler yet familiar voice say,

"By the time you wake up, you'll be back in your apartment. Know one will even remember the apartment incident except you. You have been away for a couple of days checking on some leads on the Martin case. But you came up empty handed… right?" Olivia felt herself nod. Then she felt two gentle yet very strong arms pick her up. Then she felt something warm flow through her body and then slowly drifted into a deep sleep. "Why is it so important that you have this woman, Diego? Are you willing to risk countless lives to have her?" Michael seemed to ask no one. He got a chilling laugh in return…

In a valley in the Catskill Mountains…

The normally enchanting and calming Catskill mountain Valley at the fall of night had become menacing and foreboding in appearance. The once noble and sagely looking oaks and other trees had been transformed into grotesque and impish looking statutes. The grass that was once vibrating with the life scurrying in between its blades was now bent over weighed down by ice, motionless, in a deathlike slumber. No life moved once so ever it was as if nature itself was afraid to make a sound. No creature was bold enough to show its face in the pale, almost steel like moonlight that illuminated the valley. Even the once placid pond looked like a cold slab of in ground black metal under the moon's glare. The winds howled warning of an approaching storm. But nothing else dared to rupture the fearful posthumous silence that hung over the valley not even the opaque ash gray fog that crept slowly along the ground and serpentine through the trees. Stars didn't even dot the skyline of the valley in apprehension of enraging whatever terror petrified nature with fear. Then a twig snapped under the hooves of an infantile fawn in an exposed meadow within the valley. The snap sounded like an explosion in the hushed valley. The fawn darted back in the woods momentarily startled by the sound. But undaunted it ventured out once creeping slowly out in to the open.

'Yes… that's it, come to me, my sweet thing…' The young deer looked up immediately as if it had heard the beckoning thought. But it continued eating on some grass after a moment passed. Then like lighting something attacked the young fawn at the throat. The figure pinned down the fawn on its side as it drank thirstily from the deer's throat. The blood flowed in thick little streams down the fawn's neck. Every time the fawn moved the sharp fangs would rip more of the infant's tiny gullet open and spray blood all over the nearby grass and the figure's clothes and face. The fawn's body gave a hard spasmodic twitch every few seconds then every few moments then in about five to six minutes later it stopped moving altogether and its breathing slowed to a halt. Then the light slowly faded from the fawn's eyes as the life fled from its body.

Diego Calamari was disgusted with having to drink from such a defenseless lowly creature. He was prime big game hunter and deer weren't even in the same game park with his intelligence. But humans, they were another story… they were a challenge. They thought they were at the top of the food chain and nothing could touch them. But in fact they were third on the food chain. Werewolves topped them easy. The wolves that thought like humans, they could overpower and outthink their prey at the same time without even trying. Whereas vampires could control the werewolves with ease and take down countless humans with ease. Vampires were at top of the food chain they owned this world. Now here was Diego drinking from a deer like a fugitive vampire trying to keep a low profile. It frustrated him to end that Michael had him hiding. His eyes were red and glazed over with bloodlust. The camouflage shirt he had been wearing was tainted purple and red hues by the blood that had saturated through the upper portion of it. The blood ran down the sides of his mouth in slow dribbles. His sable hair was in a loose braid matted down by sweat, unkempt, and grass blade riddled. His nostrils flared with each breathe. You could literally see the adrenaline zipping through his ancient veins. Adrenaline, yes the addiction of many a vampire young or old, full or half. It didn't matter, that is what hooked vampires on blood, all the vampires' physical reactions are singled by adrenaline. Adrenaline is like the blood's version of nicotine in cigarettes and once you were hooked, you were hooked. Diego was now on an instant high that would last until the next night when he would crave twice as much. But for now his hunger was sated and he turned and headed for the warren fissure he called home in the side of one of the many mountains in the valley. All the while too high to realize that he was being watched…

Sasha Gilchrist (Gilchrist is her maiden name, her spouse's last name will never be mentioned for the sake of not having to explain who they are but you will know who he is) watched Diego slink back towards the sullied grotto he called his lair. She repositioned her posture in the patch of grass she was in. She bristled as she thought about that pompous sadistic vampire's killing of that little fawn. Her husband had been working overtime keeping an eye on Diego. He had been suspect of some brutal human slayings and posthumous rapes. She didn't doubt that it was him that did it. She was so focused on watching Diego that she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled about planning to land a punch on whoever was behind her. But a swift hand blocked her swing. She blinked but then realized that it was just Michael.

"God dangit Michael! How many times do I have to tell you, don't do that!" she whispered harshly. He just looked back at her and grinned before kissing her hand gallantly before grasping it in both of his.

"I know, I know! But sometimes you are so focused on something that you would not even notice a stampede of elephants coming your way." He whispered warmly with a smile. Sasha just sighed and gave in whenever her husband smiled at her like that she couldn't stay mad with him.

"Whatever," she muttered, "Let's just go home, okay?" She turned and quietly made her way out of the meadow with Michael right in tow…

Olivia stirred in her bed. 'Who was he? Why did he feel warm when Ice felt cold? I mean they were both vampires? Right?' With this final thought Olivia climbed out bed and into the shower. As she was drying her hair after putting on her work clothes she noticed a file sitting on her table. She went to it and opened it. It contained the dead leads in the Martin case she had supposed to been following up on. On top of them she saw a small note it read:

Olivia,

Here are the leads to back up your story. Please be careful. Try to keep from being by yourself too long because Diego is bent on having you but he is powerless to do anything around other people and he is a full vamp so he can't do much harm to you during the day unless you let him.

Michael

So, he was out to help her. He must be the man Meca told her about. She closed the file and went to finish fixing her hair. About five minutes later she came back grabbed the file and a cup of coffee then headed out the door. She took a breath to calm her nerves before walking into the precinct. People smiled and welcomed her back. 'So far so good.' She walked to her desk and started to sit her things down. Then she heard a most familiar voice of Elliot Stabler call out her name. She turned around and smiled at him as he made his way towards her. She instantly wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"How are you holding up? The kids?" she asked. She let go of him and looked into his eyes. They were unreadable. But she knew how to get around that. She heard snatches of Elliot's crazed thoughts. He wasn't holding up well, he was drinking, and the kids were hanging in there the best they could. She looked down to hide the tears that had threatened to form.

"So, how did the leads come out?" he asked pulling away and looking at her. She had completely forgotten about the leads. She gave a sad smile and said,

"Dead ends." She shrugged. He laughed. From the sound of it, it was the first time in nearly a week and a half. They looked down at the dead end leads on her desk. Then Elliot looked at her and smiled. "What? I tried."

"Well I just got a call a few minutes before you walked in. A young man just called in saying he knows the Diego you say attacked you. It's a long shot but I think it is worth it to find who killed my wife and murdered that girl. What do you think?" She nodded. She grabbed her coat and followed Elliot to a squad car. But before they could get in Cragen himself came out and beckoned Elliot into his office. Olivia stood outside of Cragen's office as the door closed behind him and Elliot.

"What was that about? Cap' seemed really upset about something." Said Olivia. She got shrugs from Munch and Fin, which meant that they were pretty much in the same boat. It was pretty quiet in the prescient save for all the people's thoughts buzzing around in Olivia's head. She wasn't learned enough to block out nor comprehend every individual thought of the thousands that were flooding her mind. The voices had become a dull buzzing sound in her ears that was grating her nerves. She finally was becoming agitated. Then she felt it that familiar itch in her gums. 'Oh sh--' She closed her eyes and began the round about drag out fight with her demonic vampire half. She was fighting so hard her head was spinning. The buzzing was growing louder and her hands broke into a cold sweat. She felt her body start to tremble as she fought to keep from dropping fang in the middle of the prescient.

"Olivia? Olivia? Liv, baby, are you all right?" Olivia snapped out of her abyss at Elliot's voice. She looked away and answered,

"Yeah," She looked in the mirror on a nearby desk and saw that she was clear…for now. "Yeah, let's go." She was more confident now…

Rose Garden Medical Center…

Michael was pacing back and forth in his office, distressed. Meca watched him pace for a moment before making it known that she had entered the room.

"Ahem…" Michael jumped. He gave a nervous laugh when he realized it was just Meca. "Something the matter?"

"Luz was running his mouth outside again and someone who had connections to the slaying case Olivia got bit on overheard." He grumbled. "Now, someone from the prescient is coming to follow up on Luz's 'lead'." Meca nodded, as she understood the gravity of the situation. If Luz opened his mouth too wide then he might expose Olivia's secret and thus sever her final ties to humanity leaving her vulnerable to Diego. Not only that, he would expose the very existence of vampires.

"What are you going to do?" asked Meca.

"Find a muzzle." He murmured. She laughed. Michael always made jokes when things got bad.

"But really, what are you going to do?" asked Meca after her laughter abated.

"Just let human assumption play its part." He answered. Meca cocked an eyebrow. "I am just going to let the detective and Luz do the talking. If I know Olivia's partner as well as I think I do he will instantly think that Luz is absolutely crazy. Then I can just steer the conversation around the unmentionable parts. Or dismiss what we do not want known." She smiled.

"Brilliant. But, oh yeah, they're here." Said Meca remembering why she had come. "I just brought them to your part of the Center."

"Thank you, Meca, send them in here." Said Michael as he turned back to his desk and begin to organize the work on it.

"Okay." She said and turned to leave…

In the hallway…

"Detectives Benson and Stabler, the Doctor will supervise your visit with Luz Roder. It is standard procedure, you understand." Said Meca as she led them into Michael's office. Olivia did a double take when she saw Michael standing at the oak desk in the office.

"Hello, I'm the head psychiatrist, you can call me Michael. We kinda run first names around here. I hope you don't mind." He said as he shook her and Elliot's hand in turn. "You' re her to see Luz, right?"

"Yes sir. I'm Detective Elliot Stabler and this is Detective Olivia Benson, we are to check on a possible lead that this patient of yours might have." said Elliot.

"Ah! Of course you records proceed both of you." Complemented Michael as he led them into the hall. 'There's the windup…' As they walked Olivia thought. 'He's a good actor. He doesn't seem to recognize me at all.'

"So, what kind of patients do you keep here Michael?" asked Elliot.

"Traumatized, PTSD, and those types." He answered.

"Luz, what is he like?" asked Olivia keeping up her detective game.

"He's recovering from PTSD and very talkative." Said Michael with an edge to his voice. Olivia who had been staring at the walls turned to Michael with an inquisitive look on her face. He sighed. 'Look this is a center for vampire victims that are having trouble adjusting. If Luz says too much he'll expose every single vampire in New York! Including you and me.'

'Well what do we do?' Olivia was on the verge of panicking.

'Chill out, Olivia, just let Elliot and Luz do the talking, let them take care of the problem.'

'Huh?'

'Just don't worry about it, ok? I got the problem under control.'

'Okay.' Olivia started staring at the rose petal pink walls again. 'Interesting color.'

'Pink is said to be a calming color and it looked whole better than pale yellow.' Olivia sniggered quietly. He turned left and steered them down another hallway. On this hallway, patients sat in rooms with beds, radios, colorful beddings, and other homelike comforts. 'The patients on this hallway are due to be released soon. They will be reunited with their families and able to live halfway normal lives. Then some have a little more time to wait.' Olivia smiled. They stopped at the sixth door from hallway entrance. Michael opened it. On the bed sat a young man, Hispanic in appearance. His beady eyes roamed every form that had just entered the room and seemed to be a bit apprehensive. Elliot moved forward and made introductions. He then began to question Luz about what he knew. As the two began to talk, Luz noticed Olivia for what seemed like the first time. His eyes grew wide and panic- stricken. Michael swore, turned, and bolted out the door. At the same time Luz shouted,

"Diego sent her to get me! Silence me! She's going to kill me and you, man!" He went to lunge for Olivia but Elliot grabbed his shoulders and held him down. Olivia was scared now. The vampire was struggling to get to Olivia convinced that she was out to get him. From Elliot's position he could not see Luz's fangs and red eyes. But Olivia could and that sparked a complete transformation she wasn't prepared to fight off. Vampires changed to battle modes when threatened all though most of it was just to intimidate but if provoked any furthered they become ruthless killers. Olivia was red eyed and all fangs, her mind had been completely taken over by her other half. Viper was in control now and looking for a kill. Luz hissed at her and she hissed back. Right when she was about to attack a hand landed on her shoulder. She whirled about and was about to attack whoever it was that dared to touch her but he was quicker and restrained her by pinning her arms against her chest. He then pivoted pinned her against the wall. Olivia was ticked off now and began trying to free her arms to take a swipe at him. He bore down on her harder. She looked him in the face and planned to spit on him but was hypnotized by them. She heard a familiar voice calling her name and every other noise just faded away.

'Olivia! Snap out of it, Olivia! If Elliot sees you like this…'

'He will kill me!' Olivia screeched in her mind as she remembered the dream. That thought alone snapped her back to reality. She fought down her more volatile side and began to assume her more human appearance. Her fangs retracted and her eyes traded in they red haze for her normal brown hue. The rest of her tense body slowly began to relax. Michael asked if she was okay and she nodded. He then turned to help Elliot with Luz. Michael produced a syringe from the pocket of his lab coat. He uncapped it and watched the two men continue to struggle on the bed. Michael knew the longer he waited the more likely chance of Elliot noticing Luz's vampire traits were. He crept up the two, aimed and stuck the needle into the exposed shoulder on Luz and pulled it out. Luz's eyes began to dim and his eyelids closed. Then his head lolled onto Elliot's shoulder and his body ceased to move.

"Is he dead?" asked Elliot as he stood up panting.

"No, just asleep. I think your partner unearthed a bad experience for Luz and caused him to act on it. Quite common with PTSD patients." said Michael as he moved Luz further onto the bed so he didn't fall off. Elliot was staring at Luz with far off look on his face. "Are you ok, Detective?" Elliot nodded stiffly.

"Have you seen my partner?" asked Elliot when he noticed Olivia's absence.

"Yes, I believe she is in the hallway." Said Michael as he started towards the door. Elliot followed…

In the hallway…

Olivia was scared. She never had an experience like that one. She had no control over herself. She could see and hear what was going on but couldn't do anything to stop herself. Viper had been in control and Olivia knew one thing for sure Viper couldn't get control ever again. She began to walk the halls to get rid of some the adrenaline still in her system. She ventured down a different hallway that had rooms with glass doors. The people behind them were dress in hospital patient attire and many of them were asleep or drugged up and ragged in appearance. They stared at her with wide, wet, vacant eyes that haunted her to no end…

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That's it guys, review please. Here's something from Chapter 5,

Elliot stared at Capt. Cragen with disbelief. "Are you… s-sure Capt'n?" he asked. Cragen nodded gravely. Elliot's head started to swim. He couldn't believe that someone had stolen his wife's body… right out of the grave and left their handiwork for everyone to see…

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