Michael went to his car and closed the door. He had to seriously be careful that these vampire hunters didn't see him somewhere enjoying the blood of someone. But he thought about everything he'd say when he was there on his way. He was going to eliminate his problems, all of them, and he will escape with Baptista's innocence. Lance could never know the truth, he could never know she was the one who killed his vampires, and destroyed his house.

He parked his car and went down an alleyway as Holly had written down for him. Her black ink on the white paper stood out so much in the moonlight. It was as if the paper he held in his hand was magick. He knocked those weird thoughts aside when the door of the vampire hunter's lair was before him. How badly he just wanted to come in here and rip their throats out, but they were part of his plan.

He knocked on the door rapidly as if he was in some sort of trouble. The door flew open, a young beautiful woman stood behind it. He flew in and shut the door behind him. There he saw about six other people in the room. They were all staring at him, ready to get their weapons. They hadn't seen him before, but he was pale, young, and he had pointed teeth. Enough for them to attack for their safety, so they drew up their weapons.

"Please!" He said pretending he was out of breath. "You have to help me!"

The girl at the door, Denise McKay, looked from Michael to her vampire killing friends. She went over to him and bent down, checking him for any bites. Maybe he had just been turned into a vampire, and didn't realize it yet.

"If you really think I'm a vampire, you're wasting your time, luv." He said looking her in the eye. "I'm posing as one, because I've been undercover for months."

One man, nearly balding all the way, jumped up from his chair and went over to Michael's side. His eyes seemed almost black, and they were staring at Michael intensely. They were the most frightening eyes he has seen on a human ever. It made him seem more vampire than he was. He looked the man in the eye for a moment, quiet, almost hypnotized.

"What do you need help with? If it involves killing these vampires you've been studying, we will do it gladly." The man said, with such a tone, it almost made Michael laugh.

It reminded him of those corny old vampire hunters in the movies. These people thought they were so good and bad. They could kill vampires so they were all-powerful and arrogant. It wasn't as amusing as Baptista's arrogance, with her it felt as if she was playing some kind of game with him. All these people wanted to do was kill. At least Baptista had a reason to, but he was sure they all had their reasons as well.

"I'm sure you all are familiar with the vampire, Lance Davis..." He said and among the room there were gasps and leers. "He's the one I've been staking out, his house was burnt down today, while I was in the city with him and eight other vampires."

"Really?" Denise said with a bit of happiness in her voice. "Did vampires die in that fire?"

Michael smiled, though it was acting. He really wanted to tear them apart seeing their happy and smug faces. They were all the same, unlike Baptista. He looked over to the man and Denise. "That was the plan, now there are nine vampires left, and my lovely friend who torched the house, isn't here to help me, and I need help."

"Did those vampire scum kill your friend?" Denise asked, her brown eyes were full of so much fury. Some vampires must have really hurt her in the past.

Michael nodded his head. "But Lance didn't know she was the one who did it. He is ready to kill whoever takes credit for it, and I'm afraid that he's going to go after me, or someone else. He needs to be stopped."

"Of course that monster needs to be stopped." Other voices said, along with other comments very much like that.

"Good, then you will help me, and the other vampire hunters who have died because of that man?" He said looking each of the seven in the eye.

They all nodded. All that weren't to their feet now got to their feet, like they were soldiers in a war. Michael smiled in his mind; this was going exactly how he planned. It would be amazing if any of these posers could kill any of his vampire friends, but even if they did, it would be easier to just kill these humans.

"You can't mention me though, because I might be there, still undercover." He said going for the door. He told them the address where Lance and his vampires would be staying at, then left the vampire hunters to plot out their plan for justice.

An hour went by, and Michael stood on the roof opposite where Lance would be staying. He watched the people below him go in and out the buildings. He felt like he was on a castle looking below at his peasants. Soon he would feel even more like a king, when his plan was done with.

He looked down like a cat upon its prey, there below were six of the vampire hunters entering the building. He didn't see Denise, where was she? He felt someone behind him; he quickly turned around to see the beauty with a crossbow pointed right at him.

"Hey... What are you doing up here? Lance's over there." He said.

"Oh please, don't tell me you don't remember me Michael? I know who you are. The question is I don't know why you'd betray Lance like that." She said. "I feel kinda insulted that you don't remember me, after what you did to me."

He looked at her for a moment, going back into his memories, but there was nothing that came up looking at her face. "What did I kill your sister, your family, your boyfriend?" He was staring at the crossbow now; it wouldn't kill him, but hurt him enough so she could.

"You took away my best friend you idiot!" She screamed, as tears ran down her cheeks. "You took away the only person I had that believed in me, that made me believe that life was worth living... and then without a care you just took her life, and you don't even remember my face, the way you told me it was nature to kill her. Then you just left me in this dark world without anyone to help me..."

"Sorry, but I don't remember you. I kill lots of people, and I tell lots of people it's nature, because that's what it is. You know you humans really make me angry, you think it's not right for us vampires to take your lives, when you take lives all the time. A lot of the time it is of your own kind."

Then a noise came from across the street that made him turn his head without thinking. He heard vampire's screaming, as their lives were being taken away from them. Then a sudden pain went through his shoulder. He let out a gasp and his hand went straight for the arrow that ripped into his body. The extreme pain knocked him down on the ground onto his knees. He looked up at the angry woman looking down on him. Her dark skin almost melted into the darkness, and all he could see were her angry eyes staring at him. Her brown hair strung down in many braids down her back, the way they hung made her look like a fierce lioness.

"I am Denise McKay, and you took my life away when you took my best friend's life. I bet you don't even remember her name do you?" She waited for him to respond, but he said nothing. "Or is it you can't say her name? Which is it?!" She grabbed the end of the large metal stick that hung out his shoulder and twisted it. Making him scream out in pain. "It's funny, because I've never forgotten your name."

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember your friends name. As I said, I kill lots of people." He said just above a whisper. The pain wouldn't permit anything louder.

He looked up at the girl painfully. He could definitely see the rage in her eyes, but most of all the pain and the sadness reeked off her. He felt almost sorry for what he had done to her friend, but that's just how things were. He was a vampire; he bites living things and drains them of their blood. But one thing was for sure; he couldn't let this woman not understand where he was coming from. With his supernatural speed he reached over and grabbed her, knocking the crossbow from her hands. Though his speed was a little slower since he had a metal rod in his shoulder, it was still faster than her eyes could calculate.

"I'm sorry for the way things are, but I'll make you understand." He said as he bit down into her neck.

She let out a scream, not of pain, but of rage. She screamed for him to let her go, and then came threats of his death. But he wouldn't let go, and he wouldn't stop sucking in her blood. Soon her screams and threats stopped, as she was just about lifeless. Just before she passed out, he secreted something from his fangs, almost like a venom and dropped her to the ground. He arched his back and ripped out the metal arrow from his shoulder, the wound healed quickly, as he watched Denise wither on the ground, and go into seizures.

"I'll make you understand Denise." He said, as her terrified eyes were planted upon him.

He looked over to the hotel where Lance was staying; the four of the vampire hunters came out of the hotel doors. It would be very easy to kill those remaining. He wondered how many vampires they were able to kill. He wondered if they were able to kill Lance, if so, maybe it wouldn't be so easy to kill them. Then again they did have the element of surprise. He hoped that Denise didn't tell the truth of him, that he was in fact a vampire, but he didn't think so. She wanted him all for herself.

Michael saw Denise, how terrified she looked. He took the arrow in his hand and cut into his arm deeply. He bent over the seizing Denise and leaning the bloody arm over her, letting it drip into her mouth. Somehow she was able to spit what she could into his face, but he just kept dripping the blood in her mouth. She felt sickened, because it tasted so good, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. He smiled a bit when she began to lap it up, but she was going to need more blood for her transformation. He lifted his hand from the squeeze and the wound healed up.

He jumped from the rooftop to the hotel's and he scaled down the walls like a spider coming down for it's prey stuck in it's web. The vampire hunters were in the alleyways, mourning their two friends that had died in the battle. They were especially angry that Lance had gotten away. He knew that these vampire hunters wouldn't be able to kill him. As they were walking down the alleyway Michael lurked in the shadows, and when the time was right he grabbed one of the women and pulled her quickly to the rooftop. She wasn't even able to make a sound, or even struggle.

He carried her to the rooftop where Denise was still struggling, yearning for more blood to come to her, and feeling sickened at the same time these thoughts were coming to her. Michael came over to her with her comrade in his arms, trying to struggle, but with his grip it looked like she was standing still. Denise looked in horror at her friend, he was going to feed her to her, and she wanted him to do so. He could feel her becoming a vampire faster and faster. He sank his teeth into the woman and bent her down for Denise to feed upon.

She sucked deeply into her old comrade's neck, the blood was so wonderful, but not like Michael's blood. His was much sweeter, but the vampire hunter's blood was just as satisfying. Denise soon stopped seizing, and her dark ebony flesh paled some, and large fangs appeared from her mouth, and she sank them into the woman's neck, feeding more deeply than she had before. She soon was able to feed by herself and she took the body from Michael. Normally he'd be done right about now, but she was savoring it, much like he used to do. Then the woman was dead and she threw her to the side and looked at Michael.

"I'm a monster like you now." She said fighting back tears. "But why does it feel so good? Is this what you felt when you killed my friend? Is it like this all the time?"

Michael laughed a little, and walked over to her, wiping the tears that escaped from her eyes off her face. "We are not monsters, we are just a bump up from humans on the food chain, that's all. And of course it's like this all the time, I think it's sweeter every time."

"But I don't want to be this way." She said staring into his eyes, they were so blue. "Please kill me, I can't kill myself, and I won't stop killing other vampires until you do."

Michael smirked. "Is that a threat? It's obvious I don't care what happens to other vampires, and of course I could care less about humans. They are our cattle, I know soon you'll adjust to that. I had a hard time adjusting too."

"But there is someone out there you don't want dead. I can see it in your mind Michael, I will hunt this person down once I find out who they are." She said. "I'll make sure you're punished for what you've done. Vampires can survive without killing, I know, but to me, good or bad, all vampires must die, even myself."

He smirked, and blocked his thoughts of Baptista tightly in a little box in his mind. He grabbed Denise's hand and they jumped from the rooftop to the hotel rooftop. They entered the hotel from there and he went to the room Lance should be in. He swiped the key in the lock and walked in. It was a blood bath in there. There were a few dead bellboys on the floor as well. They must have been witnesses somehow, to the sound or they just were in the room at the wrong time.

"Lance it seems you survived." Michael said jokingly. "So when are you going to kill those vampire hunters? Four of them got away you know."

Lance glared up at Michael, he didn't like the way he was talking or his expressions. Then he looked over at Denise, he could tell she was just transformed into a vampire, by how her fangs were enormously hanging from her mouth, and the way her skin was pigmented.

"I brought them to you Lance, but I wasn't able to get here before them. They were the ones who torched your mansion." He said holding onto Denise's hand tightly. "And as you can see I brought you a present, because I knew you would be mad at me. This is Denise, she was one of the vampire hunters, and I turned her into one of us."

"No we didn't burn your mansion! He is lying!" She said glaring at Michael.

He yanked on her arm and sent her flying to the ground. She was still a little uneasy with her new vampire body, so all her coordination wasn't there yet. There she was on the floor at the feet of Lance Davis, the notorious vampire her fellow vampire hunters and herself were trying to kill for about five years.

"Don't listen to her, you know vampire hunter scum, they'd do anything to save their own hide so they could have another day for revenge." He said staring at her on the floor.

"You don't have to remind me Michael." Lance said picking up Denise by her braided hair. He stared into her face, he knew that she wasn't responsible for the house fire, but her mind couldn't say where some of her friends were that day. "You are going to be fun Denise." He said as he tossed her over his shoulder and went into the bedroom.

Michael curled up his nose as soon as he began to hear noises come from the inside of the bedroom. That's one way of punishing her, raping her of all the dignity she had left. Then indeed she would go on a rampage. He just had to make sure he and Baptista were far away from that. Then he'd fulfill Denise's wish; he'd kill her after she had killed Lance. He knew that Lance didn't buy it that the vampire hunters were the ones who torched his mansion. So he had to keep his mind occupied.

It was almost dawn; the vampires were ready to sleep for the daytime, as well as Baptista, since she had been up all night with them. More so, worried that Michael would come back after her. She was so angry that some of the vampire's survived from the mansion, especially Michael and Lance, they were the ones she wanted dead more than any of them.

The vampires retired to their rooms, and Baptista curled herself up on the couch. She covered her body completely with a blanket Aloysia had given her. It had to have been from her room, because it smelled so much of her lovely perfume.  Hours had passed, but she couldn't find sleep in the living room. She knew of the one place where she could get some real good sleep.

She got up with the blanket, wandering the halls like a lost child, looking to go sleeping in with their parents. She was looking for Abivin's room, she wasn't sure where that was since she had found him sleeping in a small study, but there were only so many rooms, and after a bit of a look, almost going through all the rooms of the house she found his.

He was asleep in the middle of the bed on his side; she smiled because she hadn't seen him so rested before. She almost didn't want to crawl in with him, but she knew if she was going to have any sleep, it would have to be with him. Quietly and softly like a little kitten she curled up with him, tossing the blanket she had over both of them, even though he already had one over himself.

He peeked open one eye to see what he already knew. Her sweet little face was there wrapped around by blanket and sheet. The other eye opened staring at her, somehow she could feel the heat of his stare and her eyes opened from the attempted sleep. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, filling him with her warmth. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and closed her eyes again. His face really didn't make any expression; he wrapped his cool arms around her and closed his eyes as well.

But he was still awake, and to him, this couldn't have been happening. He realized it, but it couldn't be, he wouldn't let it happen, because it just wasn't fair to him or her. He couldn't let himself fall in love with her. Her lifetime was a blink for him, not to mention what happened the last time he fell for a human girl, and there was no way she was ever becoming a vampire just for him. He wiped the insane thoughts away and thought it was just because he was so tired, and fell asleep.

The night came and it felt all too soon for the vampires. They stretched from their beds and went into the living room. Abivin didn't really say anything to Baptista, because those insane thoughts still remained in his head. He made sure he distanced himself from her a little.

"Why do I do this to myself..." He mumbled to himself out loud.

"What did you do to yourself?" Aloysia said coming behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Let me guess... it has something to do with our little friend Baptista?" She rested her chin on his shoulder. "Does it make you think of Diana, and what happened to her?"

He took in a deep breath. "Yes, it does. Baptista reminds me so much of her, and she died because of me."

"This isn't 1816 honey, times have changed, and you know I won't let anything happen to Baptista either. Baptista and Diana don't share the same fate, they're two different people." Aloysia said letting go of him as she walked over to the others.

1816 seemed like yesterday to him, when the lovely human girl Diana loved him and died because of it. Her townsfolk thought she was a witch, as if that wasn't enough... then they made rumors of being a vampire, when it was only that her friends were vampires. The townsfolk staked her in the heart, leaving her as if she was some trash in an alleyway. He'll never forget the expression of death they left on her face, she was utterly terrified. He looked over at Baptista he couldn't live if he saw that expression on her face.

"Abivin, are you okay?" She said coming over to him. "You look a little pale, and seeing that your pale all the time, that's not a good thing."

He smiled, trying to get Diana's face from the front of his mind. He stared at Baptista's dark blue eyes; they were like a stormy ocean. "I'm okay, I was just thinking about something not too pleasant from my past. Nothing I want to talk about either." He made that point clear, without trying to sound rude.

"Does it have anything to do with Lance or Michael?" She asked.

"Surprisingly, this time it doesn't." He said looking out the window as if they would be there staring in at him. "But as I said, I don't want to talk about it."

"I wasn't prying, but lately everything everyone's thinking involves those two. God knows how much they've effected my life, and look how little I've known them. You've know them for... jeez, and you haven't killed them yet?" She said looking out the window where he was looking. The moon hung beautifully in the sky. "I love the moon."

So did Diana, He thought.

Then Baptista saw a presence she hadn't seen for a bit outside the window. It was Kasper; he was standing right in front of the window staring in on them. She separated from Abivin and the others and went towards the window, being eye to eye with Kasper. His blue eyes seemed so urgent, and he couldn't talk to her with the others around. She looked over to her friends, who weren't really looking at her, except Abivin.

She slipped down the side of the wall and made her way to the door. Abivin didn't say anything but he kept his eye on her. She went outside and went to Kasper, he didn't say anything yet, he signaled with his pale hand and they went off into the night. Abivin slowly opened the door and watched her go off, he didn't know what she was up to, but he couldn't let her go alone. Michael was out there and he wanted her. Just thinking on that for a moment made him extremely jealous.

"What do you want?" She said.

Abivin looked at her queerly, he didn't see whom she was talking to, and from any point of view he didn't see anyone. She was alone. He didn't say anything, he knew that she was talking with someone that was beyond the grave.

"So impatient." Kasper said playing with some of his fringe on his shirtsleeve. "You did a good job setting fire Lance's place. Though you didn't get Lance, or Michael, so it was just about nothing."

"Nothing?!" She screamed at him. "I killed a lot of murdering vampires here, I'd say that's something."

Abivin was a little worried who she was talking to now. Whoever it was had something to do with her plans on killing Lance and Michael, the first person who came to mind was Kasper. He felt weird looking upon this one sided conversation.

"Fine. Fine. You did a good job, Baptista." He said flatly. "But you didn't finish it, they're still out there, and so far they've killed about ten more people. Oh, and turned this young woman into a vampire." He said.

"What?! They turned someone into a vampire? Who? Where are they? You know if you want them so dead, you could help me more than you are." She said putting her hands on her hips, staring him down.

"You should know they're in the city, and Lance has lots of money, so he'd be staying in a rich hotel." Kasper said looking off into the distance.

"Leave her alone Kasper, you're going to get her killed." A woman's voice said. It was Heléna. "She can't do this alone and you're practically setting her up to do so! Do you want her dead as well?"

"Heléna..." Baptista mumbled. "Don't worry I won't get myself killed. I'm not that stupid to go attack vampires alone at night. Besides Kasper can't tell me what to do, but it's nice that someone is finally giving me some non-cryptic information for once."

Abivin couldn't believe it, she was talking to both of them, Heléna and Kasper, but to the regular eye, vampire, or human it seemed like there was no one there. He wished he could talk with Heléna one last time, or Aloysia, she would kill for this chance to even be staring at Baptista talking to the air, but he was afraid if he'd move it would chase them away from Baptista. So he just sat still as he could and watched.

Baptista continued watching to two dead vampires fighting over her life. On what should be told and what should not. Then another figure entered the scene with an angry face, the really only angry face she had seen on her. The titan woman's roan eyes were full of fire, and she stared at the two dead vampires.

"Stop it!" Shakriella's voice boomed. "She is my responsibility and I am the one who decides what is told to her. You come to her only through me!"

Well, this was interesting, something a little more into Baptista's mind. The dead people she talked to and saw in dreams had come through with Shakriella's permission only. She wondered why she didn't let her own mother come and see her, but then again, maybe her mother didn't even request to see her after the things she could witness going on in her daughter's life.

"Shakriella...please don't be upset" Baptista said interrupting her rage. "They were just trying to help me. Even though Kasper's is a little on his own selfish thing, he was just trying to help me get rid of Lance and Michael. And Heléna was concerned about my safety."

Shakriella, this was a new name and one Abivin didn't recognize. He thought that maybe it was just another vampire that was influenced by Michael and Lance, or was trying to protect Baptista.

"Leave!" She yelled at Heléna and Kasper.

They did as she asked and left without saying another word to wherever limbo, heaven, or hell they went to, Baptista was sure that they would be fighting all over again. She looked up at Shakriella; a cold breeze passed by as she looked at the angry angel. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to make herself warm. Those roan eyes of hers were full of so much power, that they almost blew up the entire area.

"Shakriella? Did I do something wrong?" Baptista said, sounding as innocent as a child.

The angry look escaped the powerful woman's face. She then looked softly towards her. The roan-eyed woman lost the fire that made her seem so destructive. She bent down on one knee and stared off into the night for a moment, not paying attention to anything. Michael himself could have ran by and kidnapped Baptista and be gone and she'd never even notice. Then she looked over to Baptista who was waiting for her attention.

"No, of course I'm not mad at you. You stopped a whole bunch of murderers. You will be rewarded for it Baptista, but Kasper's right. The biggest murderers of them all, at least on this little part of the world, are still out there." Shakriella said. "But you have to be very careful how you confront them, Lance will kill you without a second thought, and Michael will try and control you because he loves you."

"Loves me? Michael doesn't love me. That isn't love." Baptista protested. "Obsessed with me because I can talk to spirits is what it is."

Abivin's ears didn't like what they heard. Though he believed that what Baptista said was right, along with whatever spirit told her. He did somewhat love her, but he was more obsessed with her and what she could do as well. No matter what he did in this eternal lifetime, he wasn't going to let Michael get Baptista.