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The Godfather Tale Part 4

Dean McCoy had been driving for hours; passing by intersections upon intersections of roads and freeways. His blue eyes started to droop as the darkness of night covered the sky. Stars came and went as he drove through bright cities. He had to stop a few times for coffee, but he stayed true to his course till he was on Highway One hundred.

Almost home free. He thought as he steered the Camaro through the terrible traffic. He would look at the passenger seat every now and then to check on his goddaughter. C slept the whole time, though she would twitch and whimper every half hour, her eyes remained closed. When he would stop at a light, he would feel her forehead to make sure she wasn't sick. No fever, but she was sweating; like she was going through a nightmare that he couldn't reach her from. Her eyes would move behind her lids and her head rolled while her teeth grinded together. She did that for the next two hours till she slumped deeper into the seat and laid still.

"Damn," He whispered as his eyes started to feel the weight of sleep deprivation. His Camaro had just passed the billboard that said; Welcome to Maine as the horizon started to show the first light of dawn. They were almost to Lewiston; C's second home. He knew she probably would be upset for returning to the town but he thought this would be for the best.

Lewiston was known as a quiet and suburban area. With the large Androscoggin River, it was a peaceful community with its schools, churches and many, many houses. The most common events it hosted was their air balloon shows, but he rarely allowed his kids to be involved with a huge balloon that can only go up and down with hot gas.

Wrapping his mind back on the road, rather than in the past, Dean turned on Collage Street and found himself in a familiar setting. The sun was rising into morning as he drove down the neighborhood, at this time the place was just barely waking up. Spotting a white and simple made two story house, he pulled up into the driveway and stopped just before the garage doors.

It had been a very long drive, but hoped it was worth it. Driving over three hundred miles just under a day and a half left him drained, but he was well motivated to get his goddaughter out of New York. He wasn't going to 'hand' her over to the Police after the incident back at the warehouse, yet he knew he was making a mistake to drive away with C all the way back to her childhood town. Well, it was more like the town she was brought to after her grandparents took her away for her own safety. But his house was not on the same street, though it was close.

After turning off the engine, Dean rubbed his eyes from the exhaustion and turned to the door of his home, and then he turned to the sleeping Dampire in his passenger seat. Explaining this to the family wasn't going to be easy, but it was too late to turn back now. Speaking of family, he spotted the curly flow of red hair on his wife's head; Sue McCoy. It looked like she had just got up, what with the bed head and light blue robe she wore along with her fussy pink slippers; it was that look she wore on her face that made him nervous of all. A look that could kill because he knew he was in trouble. He had failed to check in with her the night before (like he had promised) and knew he was about to get an ear full as he watched her, watch him, from behind the screen door.

He almost jumped when he heard a moan next to him and breathed in relief as C's eyes opened to show him their hazy glow. "G D?" Her voice rasped as she looked around the car. "Where are we?"

"Somewhere safe. For now," He said and got out of the car, leaving her in her confused state as he approached his wife. "Hey, Sue."

"Don't you 'hey, Sue' me!" She yelled just above her normal angry tone. "You said you would call me back two nights ago! Back in New York! What the Hell are you doing back here?! Now?! At five in the morning?!"

"Sue…"

"Oh, I'm sure Mr. Officer McCoy can explain all the juicy details about why he can't even pick up his phone…!"

"Sue!"

"…and call his worried wife where he is and what he was doing –!"

"SUE!"

"What?!" She was startled by his tone, but even more startled by the weary look in his eyes.

"I found her," He said calmly.

"Found who?" She demanded as she watched how he turned back to the Camaro.

"Her," He said and gestured back to the car again. When she turned to the vehicle she saw a woman getting out. She looked young as her pale skin shown bright against her black clothing and the morning light. When Sue McCoy stared at her face a light clicked in her head and an image of a very young girl was replaced by the woman that now stood just five feet from her.

"Oh! Oh my God," She breathed as her husband smiled and nodded next to her. "Is it really –?"

"Ya," He breathed as both seemed to share a mental memory of the now older C that was cautiously observing her surroundings.

"Carolyn?"

I turned when I heard my name being whispered by a soft and feminine voice. I felt my heart pound as the neighborhood started to seem familiar to me, though on a different street, my mind seemed to turn with the memories of a five year old. Then – that voice. That woman. This place! Now I understood where I was. I was in Maine! Maine! Of all the places G D brought me too; it was this place where I was forced to endure the next twenty, miserable, years of my life! But that's not what blew me away. What really had my fears going was that he had brought me to his house. His house! Me! At! His! House! And now I was staring down my godmother; who I hadn't seen since I was taken into my grandparent's custody, just stare back with such sweetness I had to resist the urge to run.

"Wow," She smiled as a few more minutes of awkward silence went by. She looked like she had hardly aged, except for those light brown eyes. "You look so – grown up!" She breathed as she examined me from head to toe.

I stared at G D with murder intent in my gaze. You brought me to your house?! Are you insane?! Are you stupid?! I mentally shouted at him and saw how he flinched by my intrusion into his brain. He was fatigued, so it was easy to access his mind.

Easy C! I drove all night and then some just to get us here! He communicated back as my godmother slowly approached me. You said you wanted to go home! So – I brought you home!

WHEN THE HELL DID I SAY THAT?! I practically screamed into his mind as I remained as stiff as a board when she embraced me in a tight huge.

"You look so beautiful! Well, despite the fact that your clothes are a bit wet. Was it raining?" Sue asked as I tried to keep my emotions from showing, but her smile faded some when she saw my eyes. "Didn't –? Your eyes! Weren't your eyes darker that this?"

Don't you dare say a word! I growled the thought into G D's mind but he just raised a hand and held his bombarded head with the other. Good thing that my godmother was preoccupied with me otherwise she would have thought G D had gone mad.

"Ummm," Was all I could get out before she took my hand and led me to the house.

"Oh don't be shy now! Come in and dry off. I'll find you some spare clothes and make some breakfast too," She said then gav "we'll talk about this latter" look. "It's been so long! I'm so glad I got to see the woman you grew up to be as."

"Well…" I began but then just decided to roll with it. Giving her a gentle smile I returned her hug and said, "I – missed you too."

You see? My plan turned out for the better! He smiled as I glared at him from over my godmother's shoulder. As I was partly dragged passed the living room and into a bathroom, she told me to strip, take a shower and met her on the sofa when I was done. Not wanting to disappoint her, I did as she instructed and enjoyed the chance to wash away the smell from the Hudson River. When I remembered I had been shot in the shoulder, I noticed how there wasn't even a bullet hole. My shoulder was healed and the bullet long gone. Well, that's a good thing. I wouldn't know where to start to explain if my godmother saw me injured like that, let alone the blood!

Dean went into the bed room and also stripped and changed into a fresh, gray, top and a lazy dark blue pants and decided to rest on the bed. It was at this point that his ever understanding wife entered the room. Right.

"Dean," She spoke firmly as her arms crossed over her chest. "If this is why you didn't call me then I understand. But why did you have to bring her here? Is she in trouble?"

"Honey, I just drove over three hundred miles across four different states," He said as the weight of sleep threaten to drown the last thoughts of his mind. "Can we save the talk for my 'irrational motives' latter? Hm?"

She sighed and nodded. They both heard the shower go on and knew who was exactly on their mind. "It's just –," She started to sound overwhelmed with emotions. "I'm glad you found her and all but – what happened to –?"

"I know," He said and rested a hand on her knee. "Please? I am kinda tired."

Sue moved to the other side and rested her head on Dean's chest. "I'm glad she's alright and all, but… I've been worried about you."

Peering an eye at her, he took a deep breath and rubbed her back in comfort. "I just need some time to rest. But I'm fine."

Before he knew it a pillow had been flung into his face, and then it bounced off onto his lap. "You know what I mean!" Sue hissed at him then rushed out of the room and slammed the door. He sighed again as he rolled on his side to try and rest. Well, try was an understatement.

As soon as I was done showering, I pulled on a towel and picked up my black cloths and gave them a look. Not much blood was shown and the smell of the dirty Hudson had masked the scent, but my clothing still looked like Hell.

"Oh, here, Carolyn. Give those to me so I can wash them," My godmother suddenly popped in and I reluctantly handed them over. There was nothing to hide from her; as I'm sure G D hid my guns and knives somewhere in the Camaro. In any case I followed her out and she had me sit on a grayish-blue looking couch, and that's when I started to observe the place.

It was a simple and common home setting. A TV stood just at the far wall and a coffee table separated it and the couch. Pictures of the family hung from the wall or sat on the fireplace mantel. I spotted the faces of G D's kids; which now I bet were older. I didn't feel jealous, or sad that they had spent more time with him. He is their father after all and it would have been wrong if he tried to take care of me all this time instead of his real family. Though he said I could be a part of it, I knew that I couldn't do that. I'm still a threat to everyone around me. As a half-vampire, I could even hear every heartbeat that was outside the house, as well as in.

"Carolyn?" Godmother Sue came in and looked at me with concern. "Are you okay?" She had been observing my calm and quiet mood from an archway to the kitchen.

"Ya," I smiled but it was a lie. "I'm just a little tired is all." Taking me out of New York was not the best move for G D to pull. But I could tell he was exhausted from the journey and I was not in a very good position to argue either so I just sat in silence.

"Well, you can rest on the couch until breakfast is ready," She smiled but it faded when she saw the look in my eyes again. "Your cloths are in the wash so I'll let you know when their done."

"Thank you," I said and she nodded before disappearing. I wonder how this woman dealt with all this. Well, like everyone else; including myself, you just have to deal with it.

Noticing that I only had a towel covering up my nudity, I sighed and curled up my feet on the couch, and rested my head on the arm. I didn't sleep, for the cozy smells as well as the eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen kept me up. The morning was now high enough to shine brightly through the light green curtains as thoughts of the day before came back to me. I remember the warehouse going up in smoke, and G D – he… pushed me into the River! Damn! No wonder my memory was crapy! The mixture of pollution and salt water had me drowning, in my own fears, in memory of being tied to the cross. Remembering the cross, I looked at my wrists and noticed the scars that were still there. I'm glad Sue didn't notice them, or was too busily looking at me. There was no easy way to tell her if she did notice.

I heard a moan from above and heavy footsteps following after. Sitting up straight, I pulled off the maroon blanket and covered the rest of my form as the footsteps started to descend the staircase. It was a teen boy; with short, and messy, brown hair with blue eyes that he was currently rubbing sleep from. A yawn granted me a view of his perfect, white teeth, as he wore a baggy gray shirt and shorts. As soon as he was on the ground floor, his eyes spotted me and we both had a staring contest for a moment.

"Mom?" He called out to the kitchen as his young face never left mine. He must be sixteen or somewhere around there. "Who's the naked girl on our couch?"

I hid a smile and just decided to glare at the boy as Sue re-entered the living room. "Oh! Good morning Shane! This is Carolyn. She's – your father's Godchild. You remember? The one I told you about?"

His blue eyes widened as he realized who I was. "You're C?!" He gaped some and pointed at me. "You're like my – my cousin?!"

Oh boy. I thought with humiliation as my godmother tried to calm him down. "Now, Shane!" She warned him with her tone. "I don't think cousin is the right word. But! Be nice to her for she has been through a long trip just to see us! You're cloths are almost done C, but I brought you Lori's old pajamas for use. And your undergarments are clean."

"Thanks," I said lowly in embarrassment and stood up. Holding the towel tightly around me, I took the cloths and walked past the boy, not giving a hoot at how he was staring at me as I returned to the bathroom to change. Ah, family. I easily forgot how awkward things could be in such little time.

I grumbled the whole time as I placed the clothing on. There were bright yellow and green flowers on the pajamas! Well, at least they weren't pink! When I was done, I tossed the towel to the floor and walked out. Shane was waiting for me and we both gave each other another silent stare. Apparently, he was waiting to use the bathroom so I stepped aside and allowed him passage. Looking just a bit uncomfortable about all this, he slipped pass me; like I was a lion ready to pounce, and closed the bathroom door behind him. Hearing the lock clicking in place, I smirked at how I unnerved him so easily. He obviously knows that I'm not a nice person, but nor will I harm him on purpose.

Turning around, I noticed a red-haired young woman that just happened to be standing behind me. She was about my height and her pajamas were a solid dark blue. Her light blue eyes scanned me from head to toe as I recalled the 'second' child in this house; Lori. Well, I guess she was the first born, because she looked older than Shane.

"Hey," I said yet she remained quiet. "You must be Lori." I tried again to start things coolly but it seemed she was hardly looking at me and rather at the pajamas her mother had given me. "Relax. My clothes aren't done yet so your mother gave me these to borrow."

"Are you the girl my dad's been bragging about for years?" She asked rather stiffly. I stiffened but kept my face from showing any reactions.

"I guess I am," I said.

"Good. Come with me," She suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs. I didn't fight her, but was curious as to why she was bringing me to her room, which was at the far end of a hallway. Pulling me into her room, she slammed the door and then turned to face me.

"You're Dampire C? The Criminal Killer from New York, right?" She asked me in a hush, hush tone.

"What makes you ask that?" I smiled without showing my teeth. She looked pissed now as she grabbed a mirror from the top of her dresser and shoved it into my face. When she moved to stand beside me we both had a moment to stare into the mirror where my image barely showed. The outlines of her door ran right down my head as the glow in my eyes was hardly showing.

"And –," She put the mirror down and picked up a newspaper of yesterday's date on it. One of the many pictures showed the police drawing of a woman with similar features to my face. "This!" She finished as she traced the title of the article that read: Criminal Killer Still at Large!

"Nice likeness," I smirked and the girl shook her head at me in disbelief before sitting her ass down on her white and purple checkered bed. Giving a short glance around her organized room, I could tell she was almost in collage; if not already what with the tall tale of books and a laptop on a desk.

"Holly shit! C! Dad told me about you! But Dampire C? Dad's goddaughter C? Your one in the same person!" She gaped at me as I moved to her window. She noticed the glow in my eyes as I covered the morning light with her curtains.

"Just do me a favor and not spread the word?" I asked and she nodded. When I finally turned to face her, her eyes had moved to my hands.

"You a suicide person? Is that how you were turned?" She asked as I spotted that ridiculous book; Twilight, on her dresser.

"No, and it's not open for discussion," I warned her in a low tone as I moved towards the door. "Your mother is waiting for us." I said as I detected her heartbeat at the bottom of the stairs.

"Lori? Did you steal C? Well bring her back down here now! Breakfast is ready!" Sue's voice rang across the hall and towards us.

"I – always wanted to meet a vampire," Lori whispered honestly. "Mom just say's that I'm in that age of wanting fantasy to become a reality. But – you're here and a – a…,"

"Dampire mean's half-vampire," I said and walked towards her. Bending my knees down to meet her level of gaze, so as to warn her of any more danger than what she had already dragged into her own bedroom. "But believe me, that book has got nothing when it comes to the real deal. And it is something out of a nightmare and not anyone should be fantasizing at all. I – was lucky enough to survive my ordeal. Or maybe – not so lucky. But listen. Do yourself a very good favor by not searching for any vampires. It isn't worth your life or your future."

"What kind of vampire did you meet?" She asked as her light blue eyes didn't lower from mine. I frowned as I stood back up and looked away. I could tell she was trying to read any emotions from my face, but I remained as hard as stone.

"The kind you should never ask about," I finally said then faced the door when I heard a heartbeat behind it. Lori sighed in her disappointment and then moved to open the door where her brother stood in waiting.

"Mom says to stop hogging C and come down stairs," He said then noticed the change of mood between us. "Did you bit her or something?" At the sight of both our eyebrows shooting up in surprise, he just made a cold face and said; "I'm not stupid, you know. I know what she is too. I just didn't want to say anything in front of Mom."

"Does Dad know?" Lori turned to face me and I nodded. "Wow. You must have really freaked him out!"

"Not really," I said as we followed each other in a straight line down the hall and towards the stairs. "He kinda dragged me hear all night from New York."

"Sounds like a boring ride," Shane said. I only shrugged because I didn't remember the ride here. How could I when I was passed out? The only shred of memory I have was hitting the salt water of the Hudson River, and how it awoke an old fear deep within me. Shaking off that feeling, I focused on the buttery smell of waffles and the sweat scent of syrup along with eggs and crispy bacon. My stomach gave a role and the two gave a snicker in my direction.

"Can you still eat human food?" Shane asked quietly as we approached the table. I nodded as their mother sat a plate of delectables in front each of us.

"Your father is gonna be asleep for some time but we can still enjoy the morning with our latest guest," She beamed happily in my direction as she took herself a set at the far end of the table. "You all remember your dad telling us about Carolyn, right?"

"Carolyn? That's your real name?" Shane asked with a smirk.

"I prefer to be called C, but yes," I said rather coolly as I picked up a fork and began to dig in with as much decency as I could without shoving the whole thing into my mouth. The son was watching my mouth; probably trying to pin-point my fangs, as the mother pored me a glass of orange juice.

"Thank you," I said, remembering my manors and to keep the tension down. She smiled at me as she sipped at her coffee.

"You remind me a lot like your mother, C," Sue began as I felt the uncomfortableness of how the conversation started. "Though you have your father's attitude too. Do you have a cold, dear? You look awfully pale."

"No, this is my normal skin color," I smiled as the two siblings exchanged looks. "I – never liked going out in the sun or getting a tan."

"Well, I suppose that is wise considering how skin cancer has jumped the charts in becoming the most common disease to get," She said as she started cutting into her eggs.

"I bet that's not the only reason!" Shane snickered quietly and I heard his sister give him a light kick under the table. He cringed in pain, giving his face a comical image as his mouth was still stuffed with food. Hiding a laugh, I gave Lori a satisfied smile and she returned it while giving Shane a warning look.

"So, C. What do you do for a living now?" Sue asked, hardly noticing the silent exchange between her children.

"I – err – sing at a night club," I said which had peaked all their interests.

"Really? I didn't know you could sing! How good is the job?" My godmother asked as her eyes shined in wonder.

"It pays the rent," I said and swallowed a sip of orange juice, its citrus flavor going down my throat like acid; well, it kinda is acidic for most people too! But I quickly fixed that with another fork full of sweat waffles.

"Are you a Bounty Hunter during the day?" Shane suddenly spat out. I smiled wickedly as his mother scorned him with a look. "What? I saw your cloths and they look totally bad ass, that's all!"

"Shane! We do not swear at the table! Or under this house for that matter! And don't ask such a ridiculous question to Carolyn! She is in collage after all! Right?" She turned to me as I remained calm while the other two stared at me for an answer.

"Yes," I finally said, "I'm studying to become a bone surgeon at a local hospital," I said and noticed how Sue began to relax a bit.

"There! You see? She's got a career and a job too, so just…," She trailed off when she saw a shadow of Dean coming out of their bedroom. "If you excuse me." She said and picked up her coffee to greet him. As soon as she was gone, the two started the interrogation.

"Where you really gonna be a bone surgeon?" Lori asked first.

"Like that detective from Bones?" Shane pointed out.

"Yes. But things changed after one night and I couldn't get my degree," I said as I finished my plate in seconds.

"I bet you could break bones without a sweat now!" Shane said and we all shared a quiet laugh. "So, how many people have you bitten?"

"SHANE!" His mother suddenly came in as I tried not to spit out the juice onto Lori while she hid a laugh. From just the sound of her tone, I could tell she thought; that Shane thought, I was some kinky Hooker! Ha! Far from it!

"It's alright!" I said while trying to contain my amusement. "The boy has got to learn these things at some point!"

At that Lori full out laughed and Shane blushed as Dean tried to hide his amusement behind his wife's back while she looked just livid at us.

"Well, I'm glad to see all of you getting along just dandy!" She scorned at; apparently all of us. "In that case you all can clean the dishes too! C, your cloths are done so I'll just fold them on the couch when you're ready."

"You can bring them up to my room, Mom!" Lori suggested and when she gave her a weary look, Lori added, "She needs a girl's room to change into after all."

"Oh, alright then," She said and walked out as Dean lazily stepped in and sat down, enjoying the coffee and smells of breakfast around him. "Hey, C. How you feeling?"

"Fine," I said rather stiffly and helped Lori clear the table.

"Don't tell me your still mad at me for bringing you here," He said as Shane rolled his eyes at his father.

"Alright. Then I won't," I said and Lori started washing as I helped to dry. Dean sighed but smiled anyway. At least the kids like you. He thought to me.

Of course they like me! I scorned at him through our mental link. To them, I'm like some mutant freak that came out of a sci-if movie!

I wish you weren't so harsh on yourself. He finished and took a bite out of Shane's left over waffles. I sighed as the kids noticed the odd exchange between me and their father.

"Are you reading his mind?" Lori whispered. Dean heard and stared incredulously at his daughter then back at me.

"What? They knew about that before I came here," I said and finished drying a cup. "Remember? I'm all over the news now. Not to mention the newspapers."

"Right," He nodded and took another sip of coffee.

"So how long are you staying, C?" Shane asked as I cracked my knuckles and stretched my back.

"Not long," I said and glared at G D when he gave me a worried look. "I can't stay too long, you know. I don't want to be a problem."

"Don't say that!" Sue suddenly spooked everyone as she re-entered the kitchen. "You can never be a problem for us! Why, you're like family! I know you must have things to do; like your job and career but don't ever say you're a problem!"

"I thank you for the hospitality, Godmother," I smiled sadly at her, "But it's time I stop playing the charade." Everyone, despite my godmother, stared at me in wonder and waited to what I had to say next. "The truth is – I'm a danger to everyone here. I am no longer in collage and have to deal with this – growing problem that I've chosen to live with."

"What are you saying, Carolyn?" Sue asked as Shane wisely left the room and went for the TV.

"Mom! She's the Dampire that everyone's been talking about!" Lori said, breaking the ice, in a way. "Dampire C!"

"Why do you think my eyes are different now?" I continued as my godmother eyed at me in confusion, while G D observed quietly from his set. "I'm not using any special contact lens what so ever. I'm mixed into something bad. Really bad. And – I have to fix this on my own."

For in that awkward moment of silence I thought of the possibilities of how my godmother would react. Would she faint? Cry? Laugh? Or would she just say we've all gone insane?

"Why didn't you say anything?" She turned to G D who was stunned that she would be asking him! "All this time! When you said she had gone missing you didn't say she had been kidnapped by vampires!"

"Whoa, hold on!" G D raised both his hands and stood on his feet, clearly more awake now. "I didn't know she was kidnapped by Dracula until just a few days ago when I found her in New York!"

"G D!"

"Dracula?!"

"No way!"

"What?!"

We all exchanged livid and tense looks. All the answers I was ready to share were now suddenly scurrying back into the deepest parts of my mind. Before anyone could say anything else, Shane walked in.

"C! You have to come see this! It's some terrorist that's calling you out!" He said. Frowning, I followed him into the living room, followed by everyone else. What I saw on the TV screen was a ragged looking man with green eyes and a black mope for hair. His skin was slightly dark tan but he held a murderous look as his cracked lips revealed yellowing teeth.

"This latest broadcast goes to that blood sucking bitch that dares to interfere with one of my deals!" He spat in a harsh tone. "I had several of my men track you down, but you don't appear to be in New York any more. I was hoping to settle this between just us two! But! If you're going to run and hid then you won't miss any of your friends from the Police Department!"

The camera turned left and I felt my blood boil at the sight of both SVU Detective's Olivia and Elliot lying tied up on the floor along with several other hostages. They looked like to be on a floor inside a building full of TV stuff. Like that narrows it down! Elliot looked out cold as Olivia had a bleeding lip and a black eye while their limbs were tied down to the wall.

"So? Still think you can hide, Dampire C!" He spat my tittle with venom. "I'll see you in twelve hours! If you don't show up by then – their all dead! Man, woman, even this little boy here!" He pulled out a child of about eight in front of the screen. He looked so scared as tears ran down his face while his mouth was gagged with a red rag. A memory of long ago made me growl as G D stared from the TV then to me in confusion.

"Come and face me you Goddamn bitch! You hear me! Come and get me! Or let them die!" The tap cut out then as the news anchors began to tell warnings of people to stay away from a building in Upper Manhattan as they say police were trying to find me.

"Damn it!" I growled then shot up the stairs and went to put on my cloths. There was no time to waist and driving back to New York, New York was going to take a while. I hope G D doesn't mind me borrowing his Camaro!

"Carolyn! Carolyn!" G D walked right into Lori's room just as I finished zipping up my pants.

"Didn't anyone tell you to knock first?" I growled as I pulled up my socks and started for my boots.

"C! Just what the Hell do you think you're doing?" He asked as I hear the other three family member's heartbeats just at the foot of the stairs.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I hissed and then pushed passed him. "I'm going back to New York! Hunt that bastard down and get those Detectives out of that mess I made!"

"You're not going alone!" He suddenly blurted out. For a moment we fought in a staring contest. My eyes spoke with "Hell no, I'm going in alone!" and his read "I'm going no matter what you say!"

"Fine!" I hissed and almost pushed the rest of the household out of my way. "You guys stay here where it's safe! No, and I mean; NO tell anybody where we went!"

"Sure!" Lori spat.

"Go get 'em C!" Shane cheered as we headed for the door.

"WAITE A MINUTE!" Sue shouted and we all turned to her. "Carolyn! Listen to what you are saying! You're planning on going back to New York to fight a very dangerous man! A TERRORIST!"

"Godmother Sue," I sighed then gave her a pat on the shoulder and smiled with my fangs. "Don't worry. I'll make sure G D returns without a scratch."

"B-But –!" She stuttered as G D rolled his eyes while his son and daughter smiled at me.

"Glad we got to meet. Even if it was short," Lori said as Shane gave me two thumbs up.

"You make an awesome, sort of, cousin!" Shane smirked as his mother looked like she would release the dame.

"Hey," Dean gave her a hug as she began to tremble with worry. She feared for us, which was understandable. "We'll be okay. I promise."

"Hey! Running out of time here!" I pressured as Dean nodded and ran to his room to get ready. "Where are my guns? My knives?" I shouted, remembering that they weren't on me when I first entered the house.

"In the trunk!" He shouted back and I grabbed the keys and made a break for the Camaro before my godmother could say anything else. Twisting the key in the lock, I pulled open the trunk and spotted all my 'accessories' on the fabric flooring. Checking my guns, besides still smelling of polluted water, I put them in my pocket and all five knives into my boots. After that, I closed the trunk and went to start the Camaro. It roared into life as I tried to wait patiently for G D.

He came out with his officer jacket on and some proper pants. But what really impressed me was the black automatic shotgun he carried on his back. Not even caring that I was in the driver's set, he jumped into the passenger seat and set a box of ammo on the dashboard.

"Say hello to my old partner in crime," He smirked as I drove out of the driveway and started down the road. "I call her, Mercy. She's the best twelve gage I've had for over twenty years."

"Why Mercy?" I asked with a grin though I pretty much knew the answer.

"Because she shows none," He said as he focused on checking her for any flaws and loading her up with some impressive bullets. "Especially to – mother fucking – terrorists!" He said as he fought to release the safety. "Course, it has been a long time since I was allowed to use her again."

"Of course," I smirked and focused my eye sight back on the road.

I didn't even care about speeding as I headed for the freeway and G D didn't argue with me about it either. The Camaro's speed was top notch as the open road became mine to clam. At one hundred and eighty miles per hour, speed patrol cars could not spot me. Even as Dean radioed to the other members of the police, of this state, and the next that we would be coming through, they didn't seem to take the hint.

"See ya!" I waved passed a cop car that almost blocked the road.

"Oh God!" G D breathed as the sun started to burn through the windows. "I'll be damned if my pension is still available after this!"

"You only live once!"

"Say's the Dampire that can heal in seconds," He dribbled and I laughed.

"Relax. I promised Sue that you will return unscathed," I said and then stared at him seriously. "I mean it too."

"Ya, thanks for the confidence, Mom, but aren't you forgetting one thing?" He asked as I turned the Camaro up a bridge and onto the highway, but I didn't answer him. There was no need to because i knew what we had to do. Stop the terrorists and save the hostages. We stayed silent for a few hours during the drive. Dean had been busy listening to the radio for any news in New York on the terrorists, but so far it was only politics.

In those hours we drove through New Hampshire like it was nothing and was now entering Massachusetts. Driving through the cities wasn't a problem; especially when they saw the brown Camaro coming at them like a rocket. Some cop cars tried to make another road block! But I didn't stop. Not one second. When the men behind those cars noticed how fast I was coming, they dived out of the way as their own vehicles were like a paper wall.

"Jesus! C!" G D breathed in and out to try and calm his heart rate. "I know you can see better than I can, but show a little respect! They're just trying to protect the streets from maniacs!"

"It's a good thing we're not maniacs then!" I shouted and shot pass a huge truck carrying his cargo. His horn rang in my ears as I focused on the road ahead.

Shooting pass several toll booths, and lucky nobody was ahead of me, I steered the Old Dog through Connecticut. I was pressed on time! The lives of the hostages and those of Detectives Olivia and Elliot rested on my presents being there to save them! I can't be stingy just because the Law was picky on 'safe driving!' Not now when a terrorist was in New York! Again! Though I wasn't there when those planes hit the buildings; the news was enough to make me get up at shoot every terrorist for every innocent life that was lost on that day.

A thought hit me as I checked my pockets. Feeling for my lipstick I was grateful none of the stinky river water entered in it. Popping the top, I painted my lips black.

"Really? Really, C?" G D gave me a peeved look in my direction. "You're making yourself up even though we are going into battle!?"

"So? I have a reputation to uphold! You had me lose my hair sticks when you pushed me into the Hudson, so now I'm making do!" I said rather moodily. Raising his hands up in surrender, he stayed silent for the rest of the ride.

Finally, after another hour and a half, we passed the billboard for Welcome to New York, and then I turned to the road that read number Eighty Seven. I remember this road. It leads to Manhattan! We were so close I could almost taste that bastard's blood on my tongue. Suddenly, Dean's radio came alive and a familiar voice of Detective Odafin Tutuola came out.

"All available units proceed to block Streets; East Sixty Seventh and Sixty Eight alongside Third and Second Avenue! Keep watch on the Wnyw Television Station!"

"Gimme that!" I grabbed the radio from him and started calling back to Tutuola. "Detective Tutuola! This is Dampire C! I'm on my way with Dean McCoy! Repeat: I am on my way!"

"C?! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" His voice sounded annoyed yet relieved to hear from me. "The whole city's been looking for you!"

"Ya well, Dean here wanted to show me around and bring me back home to Maine after I got knocked out," I said and we both exchanged a glare.

"Put him on!" He ordered and I gave Dean the radio as I sped by a few fearful drivers. "McCoy! What the Hell were you thinking, man!? I know you want to protect her and all but we got a real situation down here!"

"I know! I know! You all can have your fun at spanking my ass latter! We're coming in to rescue the hostages! We should just be about a few miles from you now!" Dean said as I turned and swerved through traffic. "Hey! Do us a favor by keeping the roads clear! I'm not the one behind the wheel of my Camaro!"

"Shit! Alright, but you have less than four hours before that terrorist starts blowing hostages away! I hope you guys got a better plan then I do!"

"I do!" I said after taking the radio back. "Can you convince those bastards to be in the lobby?"

"They won't negotiate with us, C!" Tutuola spat angrily. "I tried everything here! He wants you!"

"Then he can have me! Do you at least have an armored truck?" I asked as G D gave me a weary look.

"The SWAT Team does. Why?"

"Let's just say we'll need it! The Camaro is low on gas!" I said as the red light flashed its low on fuel sign. "We are coming in hot down Interstate Ninety Five where I'm soon to pass onto Broadway!"

"I'll send one out to you on Broadway! And C? Don't try anything crazy!"

"Over and out!" I replied and tossed the radio back at Dean who still stared at me incredulously. "You got something to say; say it now!"

"Your gonna ram into that building, aren't you?" He breathed out.

"I'm not. You are," I said and his old, blue eyes widened even further. After a half hour of explaining my plan and dodging typical traffic, I spotted several SWAT vehicles lining up on Broadway. He gave us a few choices. How nice.

Pulling over onto the side of the road, I spotted a team coming out of their vehicle. It was big; bullet proof armored, and had the horse power of a Semi. "Let's take this one!" I shouted and then, like a gymnast, I jumped to the top of the roof, scaring most of the SWAT Team.

"Here!" Dean said and tossed me Mercy. I stared at him in surprise but nodded and pulled the safety off. "Remember to aim first before firing!"

"Ya! Ya! I wasn't born yesterday, you know!" I scowled as he took the keys form the confused driver.

"Thanks guys!" G D saluted at the Team and then drove off down the road. "You know I haven't done shit like this since I was your age!" He shouted from the open window as I stayed steadily on my feet while he turned down One Hundred and Sixteenth Street.

"What timing to be traveling down Memory Lane, G D!" I scoffed as I locked and loaded the shotgun. When he made a quick turn down Third Avenue, my eyes began to scan for the Television building. From what I recall; Wnyw was famous for their Fox TV programs as well as Good Morning America. Now it was being used as a hostage unit for some damn terrorist! Boy! I'm gonna enjoy ripping his head clean off!

When we were finally at East Sixty Seventh Street, I spotted Tutuola and his partner Munch. They both turned; along with a few fellow officers, as they watched us speeding towards them.

"Holly shit!" Tutuola breathed before pulling Munch with him to the sidewalk. The SWAT truck zoomed passed them and headed straight for the TV building's entrance!

Officer Dean McCoy took a deep breath before steering the armored beast into the heart of the storm. "Yippee Ki-Yay –!"

"Mother Fucker!" I shouted as soon as I spotted the terrorist's face through a ten story window. Aiming Mercy, I fired without losing an inch of my balance on the truck.

BANG! The twelve gage went off like a charm and hit the window dead on. Taking that chance, I jumped off and landed just a few floors below on the building's structure. Dean had already made a ruckus by driving straight into the doors of the building. Ignoring falling glass, I ran up towards the window I had shot out. Pulling out the strap, I placed Mercy on my back and pulled out both of my pistols. I need some close range artillery if I'm not to harm any of the hostages.

This time, instead of jumping in and going gun-ho, I peeked through the window and noticed how five of these guys were brushing themselves clean of glass as all the captured people had been huddling in a corner. Perfect!

Taking aim, I shot my first terrorist in the head and got a second before the remaining three realized they were under attack. The leader; whose ugly puss had threatened me on National TV, was fighting to keep his remaining men in order. Spotting the radio in his hand, I decided to take that out first. He screamed bloody murder as a hole appeared in his radio and through his now bleeding hand.

"THE WINDOW! SHOOT AT THE WINDOW!" He screamed as his two remaining guys fired at me, or tried too. Waiting till they were done, I heard their heartbeats coming closer to the edge. I pocketed my guns and felt my muscles burned with adrenalin as my other half growled in delight at the smell of blood. When they were close enough, I grabbed each grunt and threw their asses out the window, leaving me to stand in their place on the tenth floor.

"Y-YOU!" The terrorist pointed a bloody finger at me. "What – What the Hell are you?!"

"I'm the Goddamn bitch you pissed off!" I grinned with my fangs as my eyes turned red. "And now it's your turn!"

Panicked he pulled out his gun and started firing at me. I dodged and ran pass each bullet as I lengthened my nails. With each pass I managed to scratch him deeply through his thick clothing. Ripping off his own bullet proof vest, I finally grabbed his gun arm when his bullets came too close to the hostages. Twisting his hand the other way, he dropped the gun and was now face to face with my vampiric self. He trembled in fear as a growl rumbled from me. Seizing him by the neck, I lengthened my fangs and ripped away some of the shirt that covered the vein to his throat. He barely got a yell out as I plunged my fangs into his sweaty skin, but I didn't take any blood. He was too fowl to even drain as I just ripped a good chunk of skin from the nap of his neck, making his blood spray my face. Spitting out the gross piece of flesh, I then dug my nails into the open area and proceeded to rip even deeper into him. After a few agonizing moments of hearing his skin tear and bones pop, his head came clean off of his muscular body.

His blood dripped from my mouth and hands as I let the two pieces of the terrorist fall to the floor. Reining in my blood lust a bit, I turned to find the hostages staring at me in fright. Elliot was still out but Olivia had witnessed it all. Grabbing a nearby water bottle, I poured the water over my face and hands, to try and wash away most of the blood. Once that was done, I stepped forward and started freeing Olivia from the ties that bound her.

"That – that was –!" She began as I freed her feet.

"I know," I said coolly as I went to the next person, "Terrifying."

"Incredible!" She said and I almost stumbled while freeing Elliot. Really? She calls me incredible after I had just bitten into a terrorist's throat, and then proceeded to rip his fucking head right off in front of her!? But then I froze when I smelled blood from below me. G D! He's been wounded! Shit!

"Go on! I got this from here!" Olivia said and I nodded, but not after handing her a knife so she can free the others. Taking out my guns, I kicked open the locked door and headed down the stairs towards the gun fire. Just how many of these asses are there? Jumping down each stair way I finally landed to where I could hear G D breathing heavily for his life in a nearby room while he was surrounded by six other heartbeats. Deciding to be the bad ass, I busted down the door and started firing at the terrorists.

They hardly got the chance to fire at me as I blew each and every one of them down! I even nailed on in the eye without meaning to! Once the room was clear I went behind the desk that G D had been using to hide behind.

"Hey, baby," He smiled weakly at me as his arm was stained with his blood. "Glad to see you made it. Don't worry; it's only a graze shot."

"Sure it is," I said and pulled him out of his jacket. Though I regretted hurting him I had to get a better view of his wound. His upper arm had been grazed by a bullet alright, but it was deep enough to cause damage. Thinking of a way to stop the bleeding, I held his arm and placed my mouth just inches above it. "Hold still." I sat and with one more move, I placed my lips over the cut.

He hissed and tensed in pain, but I didn't let him budge as I continued to lap at the wound. I just gotta help him! Gotta help him heal! Please! Help him to heal! I thought desperately as I pressed my tongue against the wound, and then… by some means of a miracle, I felt his skin move! I didn't need eyes to tell that his wound was healing! It was a long five minutes, but with cell by cell, the wound began to close and heal! When I no longer felt his blood leaking in my mouth, I sat back and watched as the cut began to fade. He too, watched in wonder as his wound slowly disappeared. After another minute passed it was like he had never got hurt at all.

"Wow. I didn't know you could do that," He whispered at me incredulously.

"Me neither," I said as I tasted his flavor on my tongue. He didn't taste bad at all. But nor was I gonna bask over it since I now realize I have saliva that can heal other peoples cuts! Awesome!

After all the excitement was done, the SWAT Team came in and aided in escorting the hostages out of the building as G D and myself casually walked out. His arm draped over my shoulder as I had my hands in my pockets. Elliot was placed on a stretcher, even after he came around, and was now looking for a way to get out of it, but the paramedics wouldn't let him. Olivia was treated next to him as we walked up to the ambulance.

"Dampire C," Elliot smirked in my direction. "For once I'm glad you came to the rescue."

"She wasn't alone!" G D commented as he rubbed my shoulder while Tutuola and Munch approached us.

"Dean! You crazy son of a bitch!" Munch yelled but slapped him on the back anyway. "And you! Young lady!" He pointed a bony finger at me, "Have got a lot of explaining to do!"

"I think she's done enough for one day," Tutuola breathed in a sigh of relief as the building was secured and the SWAT van was pulled back out onto the street. "Don't you think?" He stared into the ambulance and a few others as the victims of the terrorists were also being treated in.

"Ya," Olivia smiled as she held an ice pack to her eye. "We can all question her tomorrow. Right now, I just want a cup of coffee."

"I second that motion!" Dean raised his hand in agreement.

"Motion carried, I guess," Munch said and then eyed at me suspiciously, "Though I bet the Dampire here had her drink not too long ago!"

"You know, I don't go for terrorists," I frowned at him, "There just not my cup of tea."

Munch rolled his eyes as the rest of us shared in a healthy laugh. For some reason, I have a feeling that we had just gained some new found respect for one another. And as for me and G D? We're just glad that our prayers were answered. We finally got to make amends for one another.

Hi again! Sorry for the long wait but I had some things going on. But I won't get into it for I really wanted to finish this 'Godfather Tale' so I can get back to the more serious stuff! And, maybe a few sneak peak characters from Van Helsing will show up soon too!

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