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AN: Finally, the chapter I think (Hope?) you've been waiting for! Please remember to review after!

THE CONFESSION

March 13, 2111

The door banged shut as Jack practically flew into the room. Ianto looked up at him in mild surprise as the Captain placed both hands against the glass; "We need to talk."

Both of Ianto's eyebrows rose to his hairline, "Good. I was hoping for something new tonight. Gives me a break from the excitement of whatever else we've been doing down here," The sarcasm dripped from his voice like honey from a piece of fruit.

"What do you know about vampire hunters?" Jack asked as though he hadn't heard Ianto's scathing remark.

Despite himself, Ianto picked himself up off the floor and looked at Jack in a serious fashion. "Only that vampires fear them." He spoke, scrunching up his face. "Is that what the big emergency was last week?"

Jack looked pensive, "No, Alec had tripped an alarm from another planet's embassy, and they were attacking our systems with a Pat virus as retribution." It was Jack's turn to look incredulous. "Back up a second. Vampires are actually afraid of humans?" He asked, getting his answer from a curt nod. "They're trained to kill us. Think of Monks on a killing spree. Half kung-fu ninja, half religious nutter."

Jack wasn't laughing, but he wasn't sure he should take that seriously either. "You're joking?"

Ianto sat down again in the middle of the room as Jack contemplated this, only to give in to his first instinct and fall apart laughing, "Really? These guys are what the government is freaking out over?" Jack clutched his sides and let the mirth take him over.

Ianto watched unamused, "Having troubles?" Jack let a few more chuckles give way before wiping tears of laughter from his face and dismissing Ianto with the wave of a hand.

"Visa issues. Seems some of them have a 'Holy Apocalypse' to attend, but they're passports are out of date." Jack removed his jacket and went to sit against the wall again, "They've been giving the British Embassy hell for denied entry into the country."

Ianto folded his own arms, "The less of them there are running around London, the better." He grumbled.

"Oh?" Jack's eyebrows rose again. "And here I thought you vampires weren't afraid of anything." He added smugly.

Ianto shrugged and stretched himself across the concrete floor, not feeling much like talking anymore. "You try dealing with a number of bald athletes who can throw a stake from a full kilometer away to land in your chest. See how funny you find it."

There was another round of chuckles before Ianto threw a dirty look back at his former lover, "Whoa, if looks could kill. Take it easy." Jack chided with a smile.

Ianto's upper lip curled to reveal his fangs, "They killed all of those whom I sired." He roared, and Jack's smile fell.

"I told you my relationships never lasted very long." Ianto growled, before turning away from the glass. He didn't speak to Jack for a week following that night.

April 21, 2111

Jack lifted his whiskey shot in toast to the vampire behind the glass, "Happy two year Anniversary." He exclaimed blandly.

For reasons Ianto couldn't uncover, Jack had already been rather drunk upon entering the basement. He'd even brought a few extra plastic cups to pour Ianto fairly generous helpings of the whiskey he had carried that evening.

They drank in silence, as was their usual custom nowadays. Just when Jack was beginning to pass out Ianto spoke, "How did the issue go last month? With the hunters, I mean."

Jack shrugged, half asleep, "Dunno. Told the government to piss off, handle their own non-supernatural issues." He grinned with his eyes still shut. Apparently, it was quite a fond memory.

"Cassini feared I was one when we first met." Ianto drunkenly swilled what remained of the whiskey in his own cup.

Jack cracked open an eye, "Cassini, the elder?" He pushed a hand beneath his head and sat up with little coordination.

Ianto nodded, "He believed I was a tool. Something they were using to get to him and, in turn, bring down the centre of Vampire lore."

Jack's face scrunched up at that, "Why would he mistake you for a fake?" He ran the information over in his head again, finally looking to Ianto in wait for an explanation. Ianto wouldn't dare meet his eyes.

"He feared me, just as most other vampires did, back when I mistook fear for loathing. The vampires fear what they don't know, which is pretty much anything that happens under the sun. Even in the time of technology, those who are older live so far underground, Cassini for example, that information is only carried by word of mouth."

Jack's buzz began to fade quickly. Ianto was building up to something.

"It took months for Cassini to believe I was a vampire of my own right. He could tell from the very beginning that something was different about me than other vampires he had met in the world. He would know. He was there when the first vampires were created. He was one of them."

Jack sat up straight now, watching every move Ianto made from the floor of the cell, but the man remained fixated on a spot in the wall that wasn't really there.

"A few years after our first encounter, Cassini called me back to Rome. I spent another couple of months in his hospitality before he brought me to an old dungeon below the ground. It was deep under the rest of the castle, and yet you could see the sky above us. There was a full moon that night.

"That was the night Cassini told me the truth about Vampiric History. Where we really came from," Ianto's voice trailed off as he thought back to that night, but Jack had stood up and was walking over to the glass, hands raised in the air.

"Hold up there," Ianto didn't move, but remained silent in waiting. Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose while he thought back to some of the information he had learned throughout the years, "Vampires weren't born of anything. They were alien beings who landed in the last years preceding the start of AD," silence. "You're telling me this vampire was from that original expedition, right?" Jack felt a little hysterical here. Things were not adding up anymore.

"What I'm telling you," Ianto spoke with a calm that raised goosebumps along Jack's flesh. "Is that everything you know about Vampires is bollocks." Ianto turned, slowly standing to face his long time captor of two years. "The first vampires were born of this earth. They were human before the mutation took them over."

"Mutation? What mutation?" Jack shouted back. This was it. This was what he had been keeping Ianto down here for.

"The virus that took over what is now known as the Greater part of Europe in the earliest of centuries, the virus that was still a weaker and experimental form of itself in those days, the virus," he whispered, pausing for effect "that killed ME."

And the pieces finally fell into place.

"No." Jack whispered before swooping down at the crystal snifter at his feet and hurling it at the floor, where it shattered into millions of tiny pieces, "NO!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, "The 456! They were here! They had been here before even I had first seen them in 1965!"

Jack launched himself at the glass and beat at it with his fists as he watched, as the gleam in Ianto's eyes became practically maniacal. "Tell me! Tell me what you know! What happened back then?"

Ianto laughed hollowly at the sight before him, reveling in the chaos streaming through Jack's face.

"They were primitive beings, even for themselves, the 456. They came and demanded the human children back then, their sickness just barely beginning to make them vulnerable to Earth's atmosphere. Some of the villages revered them as gods. Others were stupid enough to fight against them, and those who did were exposed to the virus. Back then, it was only strong enough to kill a few within each village, but it cost the humans of that time much more to lose just one of their own. The aliens only need run through Britain and parts of Romania before they felt they had abducted enough children, and left the solar system to invade other worlds. After a few millennia they found themselves looping back to land here again. Only this time, we were accommodating them, giving a thirst for more children than they had abducted before!"

"In 1965 you conceded to their demands, and so the virus was not released, you had no knowledge of it even, until they were challenged once again. I was Reborn, just as the First had been; Those in Thames House that night, who died along with me, who were buried by their families all throughout the country; We were a new generation of Vampire, the Rebirth of their history, completing the Circle of Life, of the Undead!"

The room spun in various directions, and Jack's feet gave way. He sank to the floor, holding himself and dry heaving at the knowledge filling him. Ianto had been right. Jack had already known the answer! He had been there the day that Ianto died, shared his last moments as he passed away in Jack's arms. Dammit, how could he be so blindly stupid?

"I don't believe it," Jack started, running through everything that he had heard and everything he knew about the 456 as well as what he recalled from the encounter he'd had with them. Ianto sneered.

"Think about it! How do you think those children were able to remain eternally young? After 44 years they were still in the prepubescent stages of life. Once handed over to the alien species they were exposed to the same virus released in Thames House. When they awoke among a planet full of stars, with no sun to incapacitate them, they were immortal. They were living off nothing but an endless supply of blood from the aliens, and in return the 456 had their ever lasting drug source!"

Jack fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face in an unstoppable flow. Ianto kept screaming through the glass. "How did it feel when you awoke?! Did the sunlight even hurt your eyes? Or were you once again human and unharmed like the rest of us who lay in body bags beside you?"

Someone was screaming. While Ianto shouted into the darkness, someone was screaming and Jack's lungs were hurting worse than his ears. Through the onslaught of tears, the room became fuzzy and dark as the florescent lights blinked and tilted from above. Jack caught one last look at the torment on Ianto's face, the pain of fighting between who he was and who he had become, before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and the Vampire collapsed onto the floor in a heap of dead flesh and clothing.

The sun had risen. It was mourning.

AN: Hehehe...I think some people actually saw this coming. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Two more to go :)

As Always , thank you to my Betas Jen and JonesIantoJones!