Hi everyone!

I'm sorry it took so long to update but RL has been very busy. I hope you'll like this chapter which answers almost all the questions. I also hope that you'll like my little mystery and my vision of my vampire's universe.
Thank you to my two great betas and friends Ancholia and Moonjat who also are two great writers.
And thank you for reading my story.

The Pure Blood

The rain drops made a peaceful sound on the car as he slowly woke up. He watched outside and only saw a deep, black sky. He heard movements beside him and his heart jumped in his chest, suddenly realizing who he was with. He slowly turned his head and saw her face half hidden in the darkness, a smile on her lips but her eyes burning with evil thoughts.

The car turned and drove on an old road. The pools of water splashed against the car with the soft sound of fine gravel until the tires slowed down. The car finally stopped and Talbot distinguished an old and imposing manor hidden by the night and the rain.

Lola's driver opened the door and disappeared in the night. The door on Talbot's side opened and a pair of strong hands grabbed him. He didn't have the strength or the will to resist. The rain fell with heavy drops on his face piercing his clothes. The two tall men took him inside the cold house where only a small lamp lightened the place. Talbot didn't see Lola, only deformed shadows of men moving around him. He was scared, tired and terribly cold. His breath made a white fog in the dark hall of the house.

Steps echoed in the first level of the house and approached the stair-rail of iron roses. Talbot saw Lola above them, her hands on each side of the rail; she was the beautiful and dangerous master of the place.

"Take him to the guestroom." She looked at Talbot in the eyes "I fear that we don't have food for you, but you won't live long enough to suffer hunger." She turned to her men and added "the brothers will arrive soon, so get ready."

Her voice resonated in the stairs down to the hall where Talbot stood, shivering as she slowly disappeared in the darkness of the manor. One strong hand grabbed his arm and drove him upstairs to a little room. He was violently thrown on a bed without sheets before the man closed the door.

Talbot tried to look around and as his eyes slowly got used to the night, he distinguished wood furnitures covered with white dust. Time seemed to have stopped a long time ago and Talbot was trapped. He went to the window and looked through the night. Only endless fields and rain was in front of him.

Lights appeared behind trees on a small road and came closer to the manor. As they reached the house, Talbot discerned three black cars which stopped on the other side of the manor. Six men got out of the cars, looking around and finally walked towards the door. Talbot turned around, blowing his hands trying to warm his wet and cold body. He sat on the hard bed and exhaled. He had lost hope; even if Kostan and Mick St John were coming, they wouldn't save him after what he had done. His only fate now was death.

***

Beth stood behind the window and looked at the far city of L.A. Soon it would be night and in the morning she and Du Plessis would leave the country for good.

She rubbed her arms trying to calm down and imagine the soft touch of Mick. She missed him so much but she would soon be going to France to find Mick. They would chase Lola and rescue Talbot.

Du Plessis appeared in the room and looked at her with concern.

"Do you feel alright?"

Beth nodded with a soft smile.

They both sat on a couch, the city at their feet.

"I made some calls. A friend of mine will be waiting for us in Paris."

Paris. Beth had been there as a student. She'd never thought of returning there with such a terrible purpose. Everything sounded so surreal.

"Are you ready Beth?"

She looked back at Du Plessis.

"Yes." She inhaled and tried to remember the first thing she saw. "You were human and met your Sire."

Du Plessis closed his eyes a brief second and nodded.

"I remember."

"You hoped that eternal life would help your people."

Du Plessis smiled sadly. "I was so naïve and my Sire's words had a great power on me. But it was a big mistake. It didn't help my people."

They said nothing. Beth recognized in Du Plessis' face the same expression Mick had the day he told her about his turning. Her heart sank. She missed his gaze, his soft touch.

"Then what did you see?"

Beth lifted her face. "You were a vampire. You were hungry and caught a discussion between your Sire and your brother."

Du Plessis frowned his eyebrows. "Do you remember what they were saying?"

Beth closed her eyes and concentrated. She pictured the scene in her mind and slowly repeated the words. When she opened her eyes, she saw Du Plessis rub his lips.

"What did they mean?"

"Well, this is exactly what I wanted you to see."

"But I don't understand. Your Sire wanted your brother to find the perfect blood."

"That's right and what my Sire calls the perfect blood is your bloodtype, Beth. AB-."

Beth was shocked but it slowly became clear. The old paper showed what the Sire called the perfect blood.

"Your Sire has the same bloodtype as me?"

Du Plessis nodded. "And as Coraline."

"But why did he want your brother to turn Coraline and didn't turn her himself?"

Du Plessis thought a moment, trying to remember what he had heard that night in the corridor. He stood up and went towards the large window.

"Do you remember my Sire's face, Beth?"

Beth shrugged and nodded.

"He told my brother that his first fledgling had the perfect blood. They both were AB-. That's why he tried to turn him but something happened. I don't know why but the human's blood burned my Sire from the inside and the fledgling died in terrible pain. My brother and I have a special bloodtype and as twins it makes it even more special." He turned and smiled. "But not as special as yours and Coraline's." He walked back to the couch. "My Sire turned us so we could turn for him the human having the perfect blood and create a very pure one. I failed when I turned my fledgling-"

"Lady Dubois." Du Plessis nodded sadly. "I saw you meeting her for the first time."

Du Plessis smiled. "Yes, she was a beautiful and smart woman, then a dangerous and seductive vampiress."

"But she didn't have the perfect blood."

"That's right."

"Why did she leave you?"

"She believed what my Sire and brother promised her and I didn't trust them, so she left me."

Beth looked down, thinking.

"That's why you left France? You knew your Sire and brother had found the perfect blood and you didn't want to see what they wanted to do with her."

Du Plessis smiled. "You saw that too. Yes, I knew they would use Coraline for evil purposes. My Sire had found what he had desperately seeked: the perfect blood."

Beth stared at him.

"There is one thing I don't understand."

Du Plessis waited for her question.

"How could Coraline turn me, when your Sire couldn't turn his fledgling?"

He smiled and sat next to her.

"That is the exact question I have asked myself since I met you." He stopped and thought. "I think there are many possibilities and maybe it was an accident. Coraline had found about my Sire's Bloodquest and when she discovered your bloodtype, she was desperate because Mick was in love with you. I think she wanted to destroy our Bloodline by turning you."

"But how?"

"Well, when my brother turned Coraline, some of his blood entered her system. She still had some of her blood but it was mixed with my brother's. That's the reason why I think she could turn you."

Beth listened carefully to each word, remembering all the feelings of her turning.

"When she turned you, your blood became stronger and more pure than hers. Beth, you are the perfect blood. Coraline wasn't."

"Really?"

"Yes, because your blood contains three different AB-: yours, Coraline's… and my Sire's through my brother's blood."

Beth couldn't believe what she heard. Thinking that the blood of those powerful and ancient vampires ran in her veins, made her see everything with a different point of view.

"But you said that she wanted to destroy her Bloodline and she's dead."

"That's because she wanted you to do it."

Beth suddenly stood up. "What?"

Anger burst in her body. Coraline had planned everything and she had only been a puppet: the vision and now her blood.

"And how am I supposed to destroy it? I don't know how to do it and you said yourself that I am too weak to fight!"

"Beth, please sit down."

Beth looked at the city behind them. She felt suddenly lost and betrayed. She wanted Mick to tell her that everything would be okay.

She stared at Du Plessis and finally sat down.

"You won't have to fight because your blood is the weapon."

Beth's anger disappeared behind a terrible fear.

"How? I don't understand."

"Do you remember that my Sire was burned by his fledgling's blood?" she nodded. "Your blood is more potent than his fledgling because both Coraline and you have the same bloodtype that my Sire. When Coraline turned you, she made your special bloodtype stronger and that's how you can kill him."

Beth suddenly felt tired. She tried to stand up but couldn't, her body was too heavy and her mind too lost.

"I don't feel well. I think I need to rest."

Du Plessis stood up and helped her toward her freezer.

***

Two black cars left the French private airport. Mick sat in the first car beside the driver. For the first time since WWII he was back in Europe. He looked at the fields around the road; many things had changed and the grey clouds above them were a sad view for his sad temper.

Josef sat behind Mick and read his Blackberry giving Logan's and Cordelia's last news. He didn't seem nervous anymore. Josef knew what he was doing and Mick feared that he was the only one. Mick couldn't concentrate, his mind couldn't focus on something else than Beth. He could clearly see her walking towards him that magical night when she met him for the first time, the lights from the fountain shining behind her, making a glowing halo around her blond hair. His heart was heavy with sadness and there was nothing else to think about. He even tried to think about how getting Talbot out but each time his mind was back to Beth.

Josef felt Mick's despair and knew there wasn't much to do. He only hoped that they would find easily Lola and take Talbot back with them to L.A so Mick would be back to his Beth. He knew that Lola might have help from the French brothers and he was more than ready to fight them, but he feard that Mick's pain would be a terrible weackness.

The two black cars drove fast and the sky was getting darker. The large fields changed into forests, which trees were sadder than the brown fields. In the second car, Henri looked through the window. He recognized the landscape he'd left some weeks ago to warn Josef and Mick. He knew that this time he wasn't just driving to Richelieu's castle but to the place where he would fight for the first time his own brothers. He'd always felt different from them; Francois could have been a friend but he was more occupied to keep an eye on Lance than try to be close to him. Lance and the other brothers were only preoccupied by power, money and violence. They always pictured him as a coward who wasn't worthy to be a vampire. This time he would show them who he really was.

He looked ahead and saw the first black car. He thought of Mick St John, this vampire his family wanted to kill, the man who fell in love with his sister, the human who fell in her power, turned against his will. Henri felt that Mick was a good man who had been betrayed too many times. Even now that he had found his true love, he had to fight the family who had destroyed his life. Henri had made a promise to himself: he was ready to do anything to absolve the pain his family had done to Mick St John, even if the price of it was death.

Suddenly the first car stopped abruptly. Mick put his hand on the dashboard in front of him, while Josef shout as he lost his Blackberry at his feet. The tires of the two cars screeched on the lonely road.

When the car finally stopped, Mick looked in front of him and gasped.

A man sat on the middle of the road on his kneels, his hands tied up in his back, his eyes covered by a black scarf.

Josef's angry voice interrupted the sudden silence.

"Can't anyone drive properly in this country?"

Then he saw the figure on the road and heard Mick's answer.

"Talbot"