A/N: once again we thank you all for reading and reviewing, you guys are great. Sorry it took so long to update, been really busy and we have not had time to work on this fic till tonight.


Ch. 4-Fear is Reborn

As Matt gazed intently below him where the water still rippled from the girl's body, he did not notice the blur beside him. Wind rushed up as a figure appeared from what seemed to be thin air.

Jeff let out a small snicker, grabbing his brother's attention. "Well at least this time you cleaned up after yourself." The younger brother had a smirk upon his lips as he sat on the railing ledge in perfect balance, his legs swaying in the wind nonchalantly.

Matt's face turned red. He looked over at his brother to see him with a grin on his face. "How long have you been watching?"

Jeff pulled out a flip lighter from his pocket and proceeded to flip it open and closed, the flame igniting and extinguishing with his movements. "Long enough to see you convince her life is worth living only to take it from her anyway." Jeff replied casually, the flame dancing before his eyes as he continued to stare at it. "By the way, you have some blood smeared on your cheek."

Matt's smiled at his brother's naive words. "From what it sounds I only prolonged her death, regardless of it only being for a few moments." Matt wiped away the blood on his cheek with his shirt. "You know we Vampires have to eat and it seemed like a waste to let her kill herself."

The lighter snapped closed as Jeff raised an eyebrow at his brother. "If you say so, personally I thought you were inspiring, I think you should be a motivational speaker." He let out a chuckle as he flipped the lighter open once more, the flames taunting him. "And what about my kind? You know you could have left her carcass for me, she looked tasty and I have to eat as well." As if to justify his statement he sniffed the air, the girl's scent still strong as if she still stood beside his brother. The smell was practically intoxicating for Jeff, causing him to flip the lighter faster then normal in an attempt to calm himself.

Yet the more he focused on her scent, the more another one became evident to him. It was faint, but was steadily becoming stronger and closer towards them. It was ancient, familiar to him but one he wished desperately to forget. Jeff became tense as he snapped his head away from his brother, his sharp eyes trying to pierce the darkness. "We need to leave, now!" There was a slight panic in Jeff's voice as his mind raced on what to do next.

"What's going on?" Matt questioned quickly, not liking the alarm that he was feeling from the younger man. He was going to question him further when a sudden sharp pain pierced his senses. He let out a cry as his hands shot for his head, gripping at the sides desperately in an attempt to silence the sudden intrusion of his psyche. Matt quickly fell to his knees; the pain was excruciating and sent shock waves through his body and nerves. With the loss of his motor skills Matt fell to the bridge floor, close to falling to the water below. Matt's eyes begin to close as darkness already took hold of him.

Jeff watched as his brother fell unconscious before his eyes. With quick reflexes undetectable to the human eye, Jeff grabbed onto his brother, pulling him away from the edge and close to his body in a protective manner. He gazed upon the darkness; hate and loathing in his eyes at he stared at what seemed to be nothing.

"What the hell do you want, Adam?!" he demanded, the venom was unmistakable in his voice as he spit the name like a bad curse.

A figure stepped from the shadows. A tall man with blonde hair that seemed to have lost its luster and dressed in dark clothes had appeared. He did not acknowledge Jeff and instead stepped forward towards Matt.

"How precious, he sleeps when I am near." His eyes were fixed on his long lost son. When he is directly above the brothers he kneels and begins to caress Matt's face with his right hand, "Truly a precious sight."

"Don't you touch him, asshole!" Jeff snarled at the figure, pulling his brother away from his reach. "He isn't sleeping and you know it! He is unconscious because you messed him up so bad, you sick freak!" he shouted, the anger and rage apparent in his voice and face as he gazed at Adam, the cause of so much pain and suffering for the siblings.

Adam broke out from his trance at Jeff's voice and turned to him, acknowledging his presence for the first time. "Oh Jeffery, didn't see you there." He smirked, exposing his sharp and blood stained fangs to the younger man. "What has my favorite mangy Lycan been doing since last I saw you?"

Jeff let out an animalistic growl that reverberated for miles as he bared his teeth at the blonde, his body taking a feral position, ready to strike. "I was learning how to live in human society because of your sick twisted games that's what!"

"I see," Adam took note of the Lycan's rage but he could not help but continue to smirk at the reaction he garnered from him. Yet he was in no mood to deal with Jeff's animalistic reactions so instead he chooses to change the direction of their conversation. "Well, over the years I was beginning to wonder when you would return my son to me. But it seems old habits die hard, don't they Jeffery?" as if to emphasis his statement he glances over the ledge of the bridge, as if he could still see the girl clear as day staring up at him.

Jeff's body shook with tremors as he fought to keep the rage, as well as fear, from consuming him as memories long suppressed surfaced fresh once more. "He is not your son anymore and he never will be your monster, not if I have anything to say about it." He dragged his brother's prone figure away from Adam; his own body hovered over Matt in a protective manner.

Adam could not help but to laugh at the Lycan's words. The Vampire kept his eyes locked on Jeff as he slowly regained his composure.

"My dear boy, he is still my son; whether or not he is a monster is for you to decide." He turned his gaze back to his beloved, unconscious son. "And it seems the media has already decided on that one." He turned to the edge of the bridge, closing his eyes as the wind whipped passed him. "This is only the beginning Jeffery, and in the end Matthew will be mine." Adam opened his eyes once more before resting his gaze on Jeff, "Farewell mutt, see you soon." There was a sick taunt in his voice as he stepped off the bridge, disappeared from sight.

Jeff did not bother to see if Adam had survived, he knew the Vampire was long gone. His body continued to tremble for what he felt was hours until he composed himself. "What am I going to do," he muttered softly. He was not sure how long he stood there, his mind lost in thought as he attempted to calm his nerves and his raging emotions as he fought to convince himself that Adam was gone, for now. When the smell he usually associated with dawn filled his heightened senses he knew it was time to go.

He let out a sigh as he ran his hand over his face before glancing at his brother. "Now how to wake you…"

After a moment an idea formed in his head and he gave a wicked grin. He crouched onto his hind legs before placing his rear end to his brother's still face. His face was strained for a moment before a look of release passed his features as gas was secreted from his body into his brother's nostrils.

Matt's nose twitched. A strange odor has entered his nostrils making him wonder, What is that smell? Seconds later he realized it; this odor was all too familiar to him. Matt's eyes shot open only to see his brother's ass inches from his face.

"What the hell?!"

Matt grabbed the side of Jeff's right leg and pushed him. Without realizing there was not much room left for him to stand on, Jeff fell off the bridge rather than onto a solid surface.

Jeff let out an evil chuckle, the mood now much lighter than before. He was too busy reveling in his accomplishment to realize that Matt was awake and quite alert. That fact hit Jeff full force, however, when the Lycan suddenly found himself tumbling to the water below.

"SHIT!" he shouted as he hit the water with a loud splash. He sputtered and spit out the water a he struggled to keep himself afloat. "Asshole! What the hell was that for?" Jeff shouted, anger as well as merriment in his voice.

"Think of it as payback for the wake up call," Matt called out with a smile as he looked down at his brother who was dogpaddling to land. Matt noticed Jeff's lighter lying on the floor next to him. It must have fallen out of his pants, Matt thinks to himself. "Hey, while you're down there why don't you fish for some food?" He gazed out across the open sea. "I don't think that woman I ate has gotten far. If you find anything let me know I will get the barbecue going." Matt lit the lighter, shedding some light to see his brother swim in rage.

"I hate my food wet and soggy!" Jeff sputtered, reaching the shore after a moment. He glared darkly at his brother and let out a roar. "Don't touch my lighter, jackass!" he shouted.

"No one touches my lighter,"he muttered to himself.

Still laughing at his soaked brother, Matt opened the door to their apartment. "Dude, you're going to stink up the apartment. It is going to smell like wet dog!" Matt looked over to see Jeff's reaction to his comment, the look on his face was not pretty.

Jeff let out an annoyed growl, not the least bit amused. "Oh, you're such a comedian." He shook his body, throwing the nasty, polluted water all over the furniture, walls and his brother. He smirked evilly as he pulled off his soiled shirt and threw it at Matt.

"At least today is your turn to do the laundry."

Jeff walked to their refrigerator and opened the door. After a moment he took out a container with what appeared to be raw meat. He tossed off the lid before jumping on the counter. His pants swished as they touched the clean surface. Jeff ignored it and instead concentrated on the meat before him. He put it in his mouth, only to tear a large piece off with his teeth.

Matt chuckled at his brother as he threw Jeff's dirty clothes on the table. "I bet you're hungry."

Matt walked over to the Lazy Boy and fell into the seat. He immediately noticed he was drenched in sweat. Matt looked all over his body and then towards Jeff. "Why am I covered in sweat?"

Jeff stopped mid chew, the piece of meat daggling from the corner of his mouth, dripping blood down his chin. He was silent, not knowing what to do. How could he tell his brother the one person that struck fear into their hearts, which has plagued their existence, which had separated them and tried to destroy their souls for his own use had found them and was now after him? How could he explain that Adam would not stop until he had his beloved son in his following once more for his own sick, twisted use? After a moment Jeff decided he simply would not tell his brother the truth.

He swallowed the piece of flesh before replying, "You passed out. My guess is that the high altitude along with your heightened senses from the kill must have caused you to faint." He shook his head and gave him a nervous chuckle. "Next time, find a meal on the ground."

Matt looked at his brother with a confused face. "Maybe you're right." Upon noticing the sweat Matt realizes the condition his body is in. His body felt weak. Not from what he did to that woman, but just weak.

'Maybe I did over exhaust myself…' Matt thought to himself. "I am heading to bed, see you in the morning," he said before heading to his room without looking at his brother. He closed the door behind him.

Jeff silently watched him go before letting out a sigh. He finished the last of his meat before throwing the dirty container in the sink. He was relieved his brother had believed his lie, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would realize that Adam was here and looking for him. Jeff just prayed he would be strong enough to keep that monster away from his brother. He glanced at his Matt's closed door.

"Don't know how we are going to get out of this one bro," he whispered as a chill and an ominous feeling crawled up his spine. He let out another long winded sigh before jumped off the counter. He took off the rest of his wet cloths and simply dropping them beside Matt's door.

Without another glance at the now smelly and dirty kitchen and living room, Jeff stepped into his room. He left the light on like always as he crawled into bed in a dog like position. He closed his eyes, but was sure that he was in for a rough night with little to no sleep at all.

A/N: Cookies to you guys who figured out about Jeff, sharp tacks :-P