Kimberly Woods shook her blonde hair as she made faces in the mirror. She often followed the latest fashion trends and loved to experiment with her appearance. From a bob-cut wig that she sported often to a nice shag inspired by Goldie Hawn in Laugh-In, Kimberly loved to play with her appearance as much as she loved to prey on humans. "Bear, how does my hair look?" She asked as she held up her long mane.

Dave took off his reading glasses and looked at her. While Dave could not care less what she did with her hair, he also didn't want her bald. "It's fine."

"Well, should I cut it?" Kimberly said as she kept making faces.

"Yeah, sure." Dave went back to reading his novel.

"What about a bob cut? That's really popular now." She said.

"Yeah, sure."

Kimberly shook her head as she looked at Dave through the mirror. His eyes had not left the book within the past ten minutes. He probably would not notice that I set him on fire, she quipped. "What about I get a big fat swastika on my forehead?" She loudly asked.

"Yeah, sure."

Kimberly rolled her eyes and turned around. With her mind, she flew Dave's book out of his hands. "Hey! I was reading that!" He exclaimed.

"I know." She sharply replied.

Dave smiled and walked over to his lover. He stood behind her in the mirror and he put his hands on her shoulders. He then leaned down and rested his chin on her right shoulder. "I think you'll look beautiful either way."

"David…" Kimberly blushed.

Dave grabbed one of Kimberly's hands and led her to the foot of the bed. He pulled her on top of him. "I'm so lucky."

"I know." She smiled.

"And humility is your strong suit." He smiled.

"We're both lucky, Bear." Kimberly slowly kissed her lover. She then sat up and looked down at Dave. "You need to save her, Bear."

"Save who?" He asked.

Kimberly smiled. "Nevaeh. She's waiting for you."

Dave suddenly woke up in a cold sweat during the middle of the night. A sudden and sharp pain aroused in his soul. Whenever Dave had a dream about Kimberly, he immediately knew something was terribly wrong. Yet, this dream hit too close for home. While Dave knew she was watching them all from above, Kimberly mentioned Nevaeh.

Needing to convince himself that it was just an odd coincidence of a dream, Dave got up and checked Nevaeh's bassinet. At first, he thought he was still sleeping as he looked down at the empty bassinet. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, telling himself to wake up. To his horror, it was completely empty. He stared at the bassinet again and took out the blankets. She was nowhere to be found. Dave then rushed out of his bedroom and into the rooms of the kids. Once again, he could not find her. His whole being was tortured and he was desperate to find her.

He walked over to Nitro's casket and shook both him and Melina. "Get up." Dave commanded before he entered into London's room, where he followed the same procedure.

"What's going on?" Melina asked as she wiped her eyes.

"Yeah, what's happening, Dave?" London yawned as he got out of his casket.

"They have her." Dave said quietly. "They stole her."

"Who? Who?" Nitro asked.

"The Brood." Dave said as he walked hastily throughout the home. "They tricked us and stole her while we slept. I want all of you to search every room in this house, I don't give a damn how long it takes."

The kids did not hesitate as they followed their mentor's orders. Meanwhile, Dave paced frantically, contemplating his next move. He only imagined what sick and twisted things Edge could be doing to his six-week old daughter.

"She's not here, Dave." London shook his head. "She's not here."

"We looked everywhere, man." Rock commented as Melina and Nitro looked on. "They got her."

Suddenly, Taker entered the home. His face had a cold and emotionless stare while he held a single piece of paper. "They have her." Taker showed Dave the note.

Dave hastily snatched the note from Taker and read it while the Family gathered around him. If you want her, come get her. She's safe with me for the time being. Dave crumbled the paper and threw it in the corner. "Fuck, I knew it!"

Taker then turned to Dave. "What time did they leave here?"

"About a few hours ago." He replied.

"Alright, that gave Edge and his little posse enough time to celebrate their short-lived and ill-fated victory. Knowing them, they're nowhere near their home right now and they're probably…" Looking upstairs and seeing Trish at the top of the staircase suddenly interrupted Taker.

Dave turned around and saw her walk towards him. A lump formed in his throat as she stood beside him. "What's going on?" She asked.

Dave did not want to tell her what happened but there was not a choice on whether she needed to know. He turned towards Trish and wrapped his arms around her. "Trish, just go back upstairs, Honey."

"Where's Nevaeh? I looked in her crib and she wasn't there." Trish asked as she looked around. No one in the Family wanted to look at her and they stared at the floor. "What...what's going on?" Trish asked. "Where's Nevaeh? Where is she?"

"They took her, Honey." He said.

Trish smiled uncomfortably and a nervous giggle escaped her lips. Her mind was going a mile a minute. The looks on everyone's faces told her that it was not a cruel joke yet a very serious manner. "They took her? Who?" Her face then dropped once she realized whom Dave was referring. "No, no, no…" She shook her head violently, hoping it was a horrible dream. "This is a joke, right? Please tell me this is a joke, David." She said.

Dave was silent as he swallowed his tears. "Trisha, we're going to find her."

"They took my baby? They took her?" She screamed as she started to hit Dave. An emotional outpouring shot through her body as she began to cry hysterically. "You promised you were going to protect us! You promised you were going to protect us!"

Dave wrapped his arms around Trish to calm her down. "Trish, we're going to find her. I promise you I will find our daughter." He assured.

Trish stopped fighting Dave and cried on his chest. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach as her life escaped her body. The room was spinning and she immediately felt dizzy. She heaved over and vomited on the floor. She then fainted as Dave caught her.

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Dave sighed as he stared outside the window. No matter how many times he thought of his last memory of Kimberly alive, it still hurt the same. With the Brood taking his daughter, the pain was magnified ten times. It felt as if Dave was reliving Kimberly's death all over again. Trish's reaction only solidified that feeling. The anguish and helplessness she demonstrated made Dave that more determined to kill Edge finally.

Meanwhile, the other Family members gathered in the library. Everyone was stunned, at a loss of words and grieved in their own way. London kept staring outside the window, looking at a dollhouse he was making for Nevaeh. In a far corner, Melina and Nitro were comforting each other as they stared inside another bassinet, trying to grasp why they could not protect the baby. "Edge manipulated us." Rock said. "He used his candy-ass charm to his advantage for once."

"What about Nevaeh?" London asked.

"Edge claims she's safe." Nitro commented as he shrugged. "But who knows what that means."

"Where's Trish?" London asked Dave.

"She's upstairs sleeping." He replied softly. "She's resting."

"They've planned this." Melina suddenly spoke while her voice cracked. Her cheeks were stained from the dried tears. "They've planned this the moment they knew she was pregnant. They beat us at our own game."

"No, they haven't." Taker said as he entered the library. "No one defeats the Family, you hear me? No one. Everyone 'round up." Taker addressed as the Family gathered around him. "There's no time for a game plan, there's no time for plotting. We're going to get Nevaeh. And if we have to destroy the Brood, so be it."

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She took out several weapons of interest—a bowie knife; a switchblade; an ice pick; and a jackhammer. She wasn't sure which weapon she was going to use but she knew one of them was going to end her life. She never contemplated suicide in her life, even at the lowest points of her life when her own family was murdered. Trish always felt she had too much to live for and pressed on. But that was the past. It was when her life was great—she fell in love and had a beautiful baby with the man she loved. And now someone had taken that from her.

Choosing the switchblade, Trish's body shuddered as she cried continuously. Fate has taken her mother, father, brother, and now baby daughter. There's no reason for me to live anymore. The switchblade was dangerously sharp and Trish nicked her finger by merely touching it. Trish stared down at the weapons before her as she reminisced to a memory back in college. One of her old roommates was a cutter and she often went into graphic and precise detail of her procedures. The roommate never cut herself to cause damage more than a Band-Aid's worth. The cutting was meaningful, spiritual if you will.

However, now was not the time Trish was looking for a spiritual relief for a Band-Aid cut. If she cut herself, she would be unconscious. If the cut was deep, there was no doubt she would die within a few hours. Her body and spirit continued to weep as a million thoughts rushed into her mind. Her heart and mind were telling Trish to rethink her thoughts while desperation and agony told her something different. I need to leave. I need to leave.

Dave walked into the master bedroom after consulting with the Family. He was exhausted—his body was physically tired and he felt he could sleep for days. But he couldn't and he wouldn't. He had to know where Nevaeh was. "We have a game plan set, Honey." He sat down on the bed, looking at her back. "Everything is going to work out."

Trish grabbed the switchblade and held it against her wrist. "Okay." She said meekly.

Dave got up and walked over to her. "We just need to…." He then noticed Trish wasn't responding. "Trisha, honey…?" He then looked down at the weapons. "Trish…honey, what's going…"

Immediately, Trish burst into tears and cried on Dave's chest. Her legs gave out under her and Dave caught her just in time. Her body was shaking from her sobs and she held onto Dave. "I can't live without her, David." She sobbed. "I can't do it."

Dave carried Trish to their bed and held her close to her. He wrapped his arms around her as he stared out the window. Vampires were not supposed to feel emotion. He was trained to prey and kill without a second thought. For the first time in Dave's afterlife, he felt empty. "We'll find our baby girl, okay?" He comforted while he whispered to her. "We'll find her. Please don't leave me, Trisha. Don't leave me, Honey."

Trish nodded as she clutched onto her boyfriend. Not since the murder of her family had she felt an overwhelming feeling of grief. However, her grief soon turned to anger and revenge was on her mind. Trish suddenly pulled away from Dave and wiped her tears.

"Now." She stated with a fiery determination. Trish was not able to save her family but she damn sure could save her daughter. And she was going to do it by any means necessary. "I want to be turned now."