A/N: Thank you for your reviews for the last chapter! Here is our next chapter.

Ste and Myra were pulled up in the air with force, the world around them seemed to blur and shimmer as if they were being pulled into a small hole at speed. The sensation only lasted for a few seconds before they were forcefully thrown onto the ground. Ste let out a long groan as he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, still feeling dizzy and completely lost. He shakily stood for about thirty seconds until he gave into the urge to be violently sick into a nearby bush.

It was only after Ste was finished emptying the contents of his stomach, that he realised they were not at DOA. They were not anywhere that Ste had been before. They were in what looked to be a dense wood with no signs of life or humans. Ste decided now was the time to let out a few choice words he could never say around his kids.

"There's no need for that language." scolded the witch. She seemed unbothered by their new location.

"Yes there is." answered Ste. "We're in the middle of nowhere! Why did you bring us here?"

The witch gave him a dark look. "You didn't specify where you wanted to go. I think I did a good job and got us out of danger, you should be thanking me. Didn't your Mum ever teach you manners?"

"Thank you." said Ste, his voice dripping in sarcasm. "Because of you we may never get home."

"That's a bit dramatic love." said the witch, although she didn't seemed as cross as before. "I mean we could have landed in much worse places. It's quite nice out here and we won't starve because at least we've got my sausage...Oh my god!"

"What?" asked Ste, his eyes darting around trying to spot the danger.

"I dropped me sausage rolls!" her faced crumpled. "Now everything's ruined! We're going to die out here and animals will feast on our remains. I've seen it on one of those documentaries our Carmel tries to watch, although she usually turns over when the animals start eating one another. We're going to become one of those antelopes, aren't we?"

Ste watched as the witch pulled out her crystal, frantically chanting again in a language he didn't understand. He rubbed his head, thinking how easy his life had been before he'd discovered this new world. Sure he'd been jobless, but at least he hadn't spent his time being chased by murderous supernatural creatures or transported to the back end of nowhere by a witch. It might have been bearable if him and Brendan had managed to get some alone time together properly, but even that never seemed to happen.

"Listen..." started Ste, trying to calm the hysterical witch down. He realised he didn't even know her name. "What's your name?"

"Myra." she answered. She shook the crystal in her hand, as if trying to shake some power into a dead battery. It glowed for a moment and a bright spark shot from it and hit Ste, but then died again.

"Myra." said Ste, wondering why the name sounded familiar. His whole chest seemed to be tingling again where the spark of magic had absorbed itself into his body. He automatically reached up and touched where his chest was feeling abnormally warm, with relief he realised the breasts were gone. That alone gave him a small spark of hope. "How about we start walking and see if we can find anywhere to stay the night."

"Okay." answered Myra, she woefully put her hands into her pockets. Suddenly her face lit up into a smile. "I've found something!"

Ste smiled at her, feeling relief in his chest. "Will it help us get back to Hollyoaks?"

Myra gave him a look that suggested she thought he was crazy. "No. It's a bag of skittles! We won't starve to death after all. We're saved! Isn't it great?"

"Yeah." said Ste, half-heartedly. Looks like he was going to have to be the one to get them out of this mess after all. He looked around and decided to go right, that looked as good a way as any. He had never been any good at Geography or directions, to he was just going to have to go by gut feeling alone. Plus his body was tingling, telling him Brendan was that way. He pulled up Myra from where she was sitting on the ground and began to gently pull her along.

"Not so fast!" said a familiar voice.

Both Myra and Ste turned and noticed Vinnie-the-whatever-his-name-was standing in the clearing watching the two of them. Ste wondered how the hell he got there so quick, but quickly realised he must have been dragged there like they had been by Myra's spell.

In seconds Vinnie had appeared in front of them and grabbed their arms. "You two are my prisoners, you don't get to go anywhere without my say so. I'm taking you back to my master."

Ste closed his eyes. This was it, he was going to be murdered along with Myra. His thoughts immediately went to Brendan and the feel of his lips against his own, the laughing faces of his children and how he was falling in love with the vampire, but would never get to tell him.

"Err." said Vinnie looking sheepish, a look that made him seem more human than vampire. "Do either of you know which way it is?"

Myra let out a snort, but was silenced quickly by a look from Vinnie the Vampire. Ste couldn't help but think he was stuck with the two most useless supernatural creatures ever to have existed.

"No." said Ste, he pulled his arm easily out of Vinnie's grasp.

"Ah." said Vinnie and then big red tears began to fall from his eyes. "Master's going to kill me." he cried hysterically. He threw himself onto the ground with an almighty crash and began to beat at the ground like a hysterical child. "Why does everything always go wrong for me?" he sobbed.

Myra and Ste looked at each other awkwardly, neither knowing what to do. They could run, but the vampire was obviously going to be faster than them. Or they could try and help Vinnie, who would probably eat them in the end. Both things would end in their deaths.

"Shouldn't we help him?" hissed Myra.

"He's a vampire that's trying to kill us." whispered Ste.

"But he's so pathetic, he reminds me of how our Mercy used to be before she got turned. He's just a kid." Myra awkwardly pulled out a dusty old tissue from her pocket, bent down and began to dab at Vinnie's eyes.

Myra's kindness caused Vinnie to sob even louder.

"It's not fair." cried Vinnie. "I was going to spend the night with my friends having a Chinese man and convincing them to do Karaoke with my on the Wii. Now it's all ruined and master is going murder me. He keeps telling me I'm useless as it is."

Ste was sure there was a joke somewhere to this situation. A witch, a vampire and a human walk into a forest...he shook his head trying to think of anything that could get them all out of this situation.

"You're not useless. Tell him Ste." said Myra in a motherly tone. "He did a great job of kidnapping us, didn't he?"

Ste felt as if things were just getting weirder and weirder. "Yeah he did a great job." he lied.

"I did?" asked Vinnie, looking up at Ste with child like eyes.

"Yeah it was the best I've ever been kidnapped." Ste didn't mention it was the only time he'd ever been kidnapped.

Vinnie looked at the two of them, desperate for reassurance. "Maybe I can do all the kidnapping in future. I don't like murdering, it makes a mess of my shoes. Master won't let me do it any way, says I'll just be even more feckless than usual."

"So you didn't murder any of those people?" asked Ste, feeling relief they were not in the company of a murderer.

"No." said Vinnie. "I just helped get rid of the bodies, but I was proper vicious about it you know? You both would have been really scared and impressed." he looked at them both again for reassurance.

"Of course love." answered Myra. "You're a terrifying vampire."

Vinnie stood up and morphed his face, so that he teeth were showing. "That's what I keep trying to tell them, but they never believe me." he stepped towards Ste and suddenly sniffed the air. "You smell delicious."

"Err...thank you?" answered Ste.

Vinnie moved forward in a blur, so quick that it was almost unnoticeable. He pulled Ste into his arms, examining his face. "You're very pretty. No wonder he favours you." his tongue slipped out his mouth and he took a long lick of Ste's cheek. "You taste delicious as well and you're kind. It's a shame you'll end up just like his other toys."

Ste angrily pushed himself out of the vampire's grip. "What do you mean by that?" he suddenly felt the familiar feeling of something pulling on his mind, pushing into the space for control.

"You will leave Brendan Brady alone and give me what the witch gave you." said Vinnie, his eyes burrowing into Ste's. "You do not belong with him, now give it to me."

"Give you what? What's he on about Myra?" asked Ste, vaguely aware that Vinnie had attempted mind control with even less success than Brendan and Mitzeee had managed. "I didnt have a sausage roll, if that's what you mean?"

Myra paled. "You're with Brendan Brady?"

"Sort of," Ste replied, sensitive about the confusing and complicated nature of their relationship.

"I can't be here!" said Myra, suddenly. She pushed past them both and began to run into the woods. Her lack of concentration caused her to fall straight into a pond, full of fish. She let out a panic squeak and began to struggle at the sight of the fish. "I know where we are! We can't be here!"

Ste rushed forward and pulled her out of the cold water. "Where are we?"

A sorrowful howl echoed through the night, causing Myra to freeze. She clung onto Ste and began to shake. Ste wasn't sure whether it was from the cold or from fear. Ste looked around for Vinnie, but it seemed the vampire had disappeared.

"I've killed us both." cried Myra.

"How?" asked Ste, "What was that noise? It sounded like a wolf." the skin on the back of his neck began to prickle, with the distinct feeling they were being watched. Again another howl echoed through the night, this time it sounded closer.

"It's Trevor." whispered Myra. "We're on his land, I didn't realise before. He told me if I ever came here again he'd rip me apart limb by limb. Don't you see Ste? He's going to kill us."

The noise of a branch breaking caused Ste to look up, but he still couldn't see anything. "Who or what is Trevor?"

"He's a werewolf!" cried Myra.

As she uttered those words, Ste became aware of over a dozen yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. He hadn't really ever taken notice of a full moon before or ever questioned whether werewolves existed after finding out that vampires did. But as he stood holding a shaking witch, being stared at by hungry yellow eyes he began to realise his mistake. They were surrounded and there was no way out. They were going to die.

Brendan lay Theresa's delicate form down on the desk in his office, away from prying eyes. This was all his fault. He was the one being targetted by these monsters, these people had died so some sick bastard could upset him. So it was his responsibility to avenge them. In the unlikely event that it was a human doing all this, he would tear them apart limb by limb, slowly. He would have them experience each death they'd visited upon their victims. If they were a vampire he would find a way to prolong the agony even further as a lesson to all the others.

"You did this!" hissed a voice from the doorway.

He turned slowly to see a red eyed Simon Walker in a fighting stance. Brendan turned away again. "You don't think that," he pointed out, simply.

"Turn around!" Walker ordered, "Turn around and face me!"

"You don't believe I did this, Walker," said Brendan, eyes again on Theresa's still face, "I know you don't, because if you did we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Turn and face me, you coward!" shouted Walker, misery and anger in his voice and body.

"If you believe I'd killed her, that I killed all of them, you would have taken me out while I was looking the other way."

"I'm not a coward!" shouted Walker, "I'm a slayer! An honest man! We give people like you a chance to defend themselves!"

"Stupid way to slay people," said Brendan, not believing him. "And a load of bull too if you ask me. So the question remains, what are you doing here?"

Walker crept forward slightly, "I'm here to kill you!" he announced, angrily.

"No you're not," said Brendan, "we've already established that. I think you're here to get beat down."

"No," Walker protested.

"I think it's obvious who you really blame for your brother's death, for this girl's death, for all of it. You blame yourself!"

"No!" Walker repeated.

Brendan continued anyway, certain of his words," You want me to hurt you, so you don't have to hurt yourself. So you can say you've taken your punishment, maybe even so you can actually hate me."

"I do hate you!" growled Walker.

"Well come on then!" Brendan shouted, "Show me! Hurt me! Kill me, whatever! Punish me! You're a slayer aren't you? Slay me!"

Walker didn't. He looked at Brendan with his tear stained eyes for a moment longer before he turned around and ran. Brendan couldn't care less where he went. He had to imagine telling Myra McQueen that her niece had been murdered and it was all Brendan's fault. He couldn't handle shouting. He needed comfort. He needed someone to show him he wasn't evil. He craved one person.

"Steven?" he called out of the door.

"Brendan?" said a voice. The wrong voice. Cheryl's voice, even more depleted than it sounded earlier. Brendan's whole body turned to ice.

"No," he said, knowing what was to come.

"Brendan, I can't find Ste."

"No!" Brendan repeated, wanting to tear his ears off so he could pretend he hadn't heard.

"Brendan, he's nowhere in the club. I just tried Amy and she said she'd call if she sees him, but..."

"No!" Brendan repeated. Each of her words was killing him a new. Each more painful than the day he'd been turned. Each worse than anything that he'd ever felt before.

"I'm sorry, Bren, I think he's been taken."

Brendan roared.

"What should we do?" Ste gasped in terror.

"Nothing!" gasped Myra the witch, "there's nothing we can do!"

"I'm not giving up!" Ste hissed, angrily. "can't you try that thing again?"

"It's only got so much power!" Myra sobbed, "I have to plug it in again."

"Plug it in?!" Ste repeated, furious.

"Well, it takes a lot of energy to get from one place to another, you know!" Myra cried. "There's no pleasing you, is there?!"

"We're surrounded by werewolves!" Ste shouted, "I'm not supposed to look pleased!"

Myra descended into unintelligible sobs. Ste's eyes darted around them, at the hungry, glowing eyes. But vampires weren't all evil. Could he hope werewolves could be good?

"Don't hurt us!" he pleaded, "we haven't hurt you! We just want to go home!"

The growling grew louder and Ste felt cold dread dripping through his body.

One pair of eyes grew larger, as their owner crept forward. Ste began to make out features; a long nose, pointed ears, hair, teeth. He tried not to whimper, not to let his terror show.

"Please," he said, "we haven't done anything to hurt you."

The creature arched it's back and stood on two legs. The werewolf could not be mistaken for any natural animal. No natural animals could look so filled with hatred, could seem to take such pleasure in their fear. Ste stepped back from it, only to be reminded he could not escape by a growl behind him.

"Let us go, please," he tried, the fear putting sobs into his voice.

The creature let out an ugly snarl. "All that true, witch?" It's voice was like nothing Ste had heard before, like gravel and misery, crushing and vile, "Never did anything to hurt us, did you?"

Myra just let out another sob. "My Jacqui, Trevor, she's my baby!"

The creature snarled again, "She's a thief and a liar! She deserves everything that coming to her!"

Myra shook her head, but she too pushed down her fear. "You can't hurt us, the boy...the boy is Brendan Brady's mate. He should be protected by your agreement. Brendan won't allow you to get away with this. He'll kill you."

The feral creature crept forward, taking a long sniff. His expression changed to a warped smile, his white teeth glinting in the moonlight. "He is no mate of Brady's. I can't smell sex on him. You're trying to say Brady would let such a pretty looking creature work for him without taking so much as a sample? I know you think I'm stupid Myra, but I'm not that stupid. I was going to spare the boy, but now because of your lies I'm going to rip him to shreds and make you watch. Say goodbye to your little friend." Trevor's eyes were glinting with malice as he edged towards Ste.

"No!" screamed Myra.

Brendan's roar had sent the hypnotised mass into a fit of horrific panic. They were cowering in corners, weeping, clinging to each other. Cheryl said they were reflecting Brendan's inner turmoil. Brendan thought that was stupid. He had to find Steven. Inner turmoil was a waste of time.

"If we find Myra, maybe she could scry for him," suggested Mizteee. They were in the office, the door open to keep an eye on the crowd. The dead girl lay still on the table.

"She's still not answering her phone," said Cheryl.

"And fat lot of good she'll do!" snapped Brendan, "if we give her a week and the nostril hair of a seventh child born on a Tuesday she might be able to tell us what country he's in."

"She did all right for you," Mitzeee pointed out, but now was hardly the time to extol the dubious virtues of Myra McQueen, so Brendan ignored her.

"The scent just disappeared," explained Cheryl. "It must have been a vampire, who, you know...flew him away."

Brendan grumbled. He'd figured that much out for himself. He needed to find Steven right now.

"Right," he announced, "I'm sending the humans out to look for him!" Mitzeee and Cheryl looked at him like he was mad. He didn't care. "They'll cover a more space than we can alone."

"And how are they going to look, Brendan?" Cheryl argued, in a reasonable voice that tempted Brendan to hit her, "They can't smell him."

"They'll look with their eyes Cheryl!" Brendan snapped.

"How, Brendan?" Mitzeee snapped back, "are you going to order them to break into every house they see? Look through every bedroom, every cellar, every alleyway? We can't send humans after Ste! He was taken by vampires! Vampires who kill humans!"

The hypnotised mass roared in fury. "What are you saying Mitzeee?" Brendan growled, "we leave him there?"

"Of course not!" Mitzeee replied, "I'm saying we sort out your freaky emotional army and we use our brains!"

"And in the time that takes anything could happen!" Brendan shouted and the hypnotised crowd screamed in fury.

"Brendan! Send them home!" Cheryl ordered hysterically. Nate the dog was whining pitifully on the floor each time the crowd reacted to Brendan's emotions, and Cheryl picked him up and hugged him muttering soothing nonsense.

Brendan threw their control back at them. He couldn't care less if a thousand policemen turned up now. Nothing mattered. Steven was missing. The crowd erupted into confused noise; but with no body to remind them, their confusion just made them hurry to get out to get home.

"Who's doing this?" Mitzeee asked, "I mean, who'd want to kill Theresa? She's just a kid."

Brendan was going to shout again. Why was he sat here? He should be with Steven! Guarding him with his life.

Brendan was distracted by a human calmly walking through the crowds towards them, a young man who Brendan didn't recognise. They all looked at him. Brendan recognised the vacant expression of someone being controlled by a vampire.

"Trevor Royle's pack," the human announced, not an ounce of emotion in his voice. Then he collapsed.

Brendan didn't wait for the women to follow. He flew.