Author's Note: Thank you to all who have read and reviewed. This story has definitely been a challenge and the feedback has been just amazing and incredible so I sincerely thank all of you!

To the person who sent a PM regarding a specific pairing, I honestly haven't thought of a scene with those two but it'll be pretty hard not to put them together. I'll see what I can do. (What pairing you ask? Well, here's a ginormous hint: The McMahon-Helmsley Era)

Enough babbling…onto the story!

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The scene was pitch-perfect: the storm outside had not let up and all of the lights inside the home were off. The Family members wore velvet-hooded capes with a variety of dark colors—black, cranberry, and midnight blue. Each Family member carried a single white candle, held at his or her waists and walked barefoot. The scene mirrored a funeral, but it wasn't. It was the ritual of the Family Rebirth.

Dave waited in a private room, lying naked on top of a wooden casket. His eyes were closed and his body was still. His mind was empty without a thought or care. He knew that when he had go through the rebirth, there could not be one single thought on his mind during the process. Yet, the only thing he could not erase was Trish and Kimberly.

Dave knew he had to be turned as soon as possible after Kimberly's birth. He did not realize it was going to be immediately. He also did not want Trish to bear witness to the process of his turning before she had hers. One reason was that he did not want to scare her or make her have second thoughts. The other reason being he did not want Trish to be around when Stephanie turned him—partially by sleeping with him.

Meanwhile, Trish cradled her daughter as she breast-fed her upstairs. She was trying to calm her nerves but her mind would not let her. She did not know what took place in a rebirth ceremony and was not sure if she wanted to know. Yet, curiosity was plaguing her mind. None of the Family members spoke to her and they locked her away in the master bedroom, which only made matters worse for Trish. If they want me to turn, they're not doing a good job of convincing me. "What's going to happen to him?" She asked.

Stephanie glazed blood red lipstick across her lips. She has turned many souls during her time and seized the opportunity whenever possible. "I'm going to turn him." She responded, still focused on her appearance in the mirror.

Trish glanced at Stephanie's attire. It was no mistake she was naked under a sheer flock. "You're going to sleep with him." She stated.

Stephanie put away her lipstick and looked at Trish through the mirror. "Yes."

Trish looked at Stephanie, then focused on her daughter. She was not very excited that Dave had to be turned and was less than thrilled by the method. But one thing Trish learned was whatever the Queen Mother decided, it was final with no questions.

Trish sighed as Kimberly held onto an index finger. Satisfied with her daughter's feeding, Trish placed Kimberly in her bassinet. She then walked up to Stephanie. "Before you turn Dave, can we talk for a minute?"

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Stephanie entered the private room where Dave was. She stripped off her clothing and walked over to him. Delicately touching his body, Stephanie noticed Dave becoming hard. "Lover…" She purred.

Dave remained silent and tranquil. During the rebirth, he was not allowed to make any noises or movements other than his body responding. Instead, he laid still as Stephanie touched him everywhere but the place he craved the most. He kept his eyes closed and body motionless.

Stephanie climbed on top of Dave, flicking her tongue on his body. When she was face to face with him, she licked his lips. "Look at me, Lover." She ordered.

Dave opened his eyes. "Ready?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied.

Stephanie leaned back down and bit Dave's neck. She sat up and bit the inside of her right wrist. The sudden and orgasmic pain surprised Dave. Stephanie then let Dave suck from her wrist. The former lovers kissed passionately before Stephanie climbed off Dave. She watched his spirit morph back to his original vampire form. He was slowly dying in front of her while his soul birthed a new spirit. His body turned pale at first; his soul drained.

No vampire could possibly describe the feeling of rebirth. Excruciating and unbearable pain always came to mind. The feeling of skin being peeled inch by inch from a body. The pain of walking on sharp glass for miles and miles. The emotion of losing a loved one to death. The sight of seeing a horrific car accident and there were no survivors. Yet, none of those emotions could compare to being turned. Dave felt his body was on fire and he could not stop the pain if he tried. His body responded by screaming and clutching in a fetal position. He could no longer stay still on the coffin and rolled onto the floor, hitting it with a massive thump. Yet, he knew it was part of the process. His living soul was dying so his undead one could return.

Just as soon as the torture began, it ended. If the dying part was horrific, the rebirth was beautiful. Orgasmic and exhilarating relief cooled his soul and calmed his spirit. Dave soon felt his body morphing back into its original form. His skin color returned to the normal deep copper and his eyes flickered between the intense grey and deep brown. His screams turned into sighs and then he woke up.

His vision was clearer, his body felt stronger and his soul was once again at peace. He then sat up and looked around. It was quiet and still. Not a single noise other the occasional crackle of the candles. He felt the presence of the Family outside the room, waiting for his movement and rebirth. He got up and walked around. It felt as if there was new life born into him. Everything was the same as before, if not better. Then he heard her.

To a human ear, the sound was faint, possibly inaudible. Yet, Dave could her as if she was right next to him. He put on a robe and headed straight for the door. Upon opening it, he was greeted by the Family. Dave then headed upstairs with the Family on his trail, confused by the sudden turn of events. All fears and questions were set aside as Dave quickly entered the master bedroom, where he found Trish cradling their daughter. He walked over to Trish and took Kimberly from her.

"I heard her." He said, kissing Kimberly's forehead. "I heard her cries." He then rubbed his daughter's back and spoke to Trish. "I'm going to protect you both with all that I have."

"Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà." Stephanie said as she stood by the doorway. "No one will take the one that is destined for you." She then spoke to Trish. "I will meet with you later." She then disappeared.

Trish smiled as Dave looked over at her. "What was that about?" He asked.

Trish shrugged. "You'll find out soon enough." She smiled as she reminisced about the memory.

Right before Dave's rebirth, Trish asked Stephanie not to sleep with him. After her first meeting with Stephanie, Trish didn't press for details about Dave's past relationship with Stephanie. His reaction told her everything she needed or desired to know. "I know there's a history between you and David."

"There will always be a history between us, Trisha." Stephanie commented. "I suggest you get used to it."

"I don't want you to sleep with him." Trish blurted.

Stephanie turned around and faced Trish. The request nor the timing of it didn't surprise her. "Why shouldn't I?" She asked.

Trish walked up to Stephanie and kissed her lips. She caressed her body and gently sucked her neck. "Why have Dave again when you haven't had me once?"

Trish smiled as she thought about the memory. "Let's just say I gave her an offer she couldn't refuse." She winked.

"Oh, I'm so taping that shit!" London exclaimed.