A/N: I finally updated! Sorry that its shorter but I wanted to get the chapter up now. Enjoy!

2:00 am

Damien stumbled out of the bed and headed downstairs. He grabbed a gun from the coffee table and tucked it into the back of his pajama pants.

He checked the peephole then opened the door. Tiamat stood there with tears streaming down her face.

"Oh Tia, what's wrong?" he asked, enveloping her into a hug. She just cried harder.

She buried her head into his bare chest. Damien gently stroked her hair. "Come inside, Tia. I'll make you some tea and you can tell me what's got you so upset. Okay?"

She nodded.

"Wow. Your mom is back," Damien said quietly. He and Tiamat were sitting on the couch, and she was nursing a cup of hot tea.

"Yeah, she's looking for me. And if she finds me…"

"So does the good doc," Damien finished for her.

"Yeah." She stood up and went to the liquor cabinet. She opened a bottle of whiskey and poured it into her tea. Damien quickly took the bottle from her and put it away. Then he took the cup for her.

"Alcohol will not solve your problems," he said taking a sip. "Damn, how much whiskey is in here?"

"A cup, and it might not make my problems go away, but it will sure help me get through them better." She said snatching her cup away from him and quickly downed the drink.

Damien took the cup from her. "You're spending the night. Give me your keys."

She fished them out of her pocket and dropped them into his outstretched hand. "I'm sleeping in your room."

"Look, I know you find me irresistible, but you must keep your urges at bay."

Tiamat smacked his arm. "Shut up, Damien. I don't feel really safe right now, so I want to make sure that you're right next to me when I'm sleeping. I need a sense of security right now. I keep expecting Morrison to show up any moment."

Damien hugged her against his chest. "He won't. I'll protect you, okay?"


"Good." He kissed her forehead. "Let's get you to bed. So do you sleep in the nude?"

Tiamat smacked him again. "No you little perv!" She looked at him cautiously. "Do you?"

"Nope, but for you I could."


"Sorry, couldn't resist. But come on, you look like you need some sleep," he said leading her to his bedroom.

"Do I look that bad?"

"No, I absolutely love raccoons," he said with a smile.

"Fuck you!" she said.

"I will resist answering that with a funny joke," he replied.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now let's go back to what I was so suddenly ripped away from," he said indicating the bed.

"Shut up." She walked to the bed and curled up on it. Damien turned out the light and got into bed with Tiamat. He pulled the covers over them and laid his head down on the pillow.

2 Hours Later

"Dam?" Tiamat asked quietly.

"Go to sleep, Tia," Damien mumbled sleepily.

"I can't sleep. Talk to me."

"We have to wake up in three hours, so please go to sleep."

5 minutes later


"What now?!"

"I still can't sleep."

"Then watch TV," he said turning away from her.

"I can't stop dreaming about him," she said quietly.

"Fine, I'll get up." He turned the lights on. "What do you want to talk about?"


"By him do you mean Morrison, your father, or Derec?" he asked.

"Derec. Every time I close my eyes, I see him die."

"Tia, some day you're going to have to move on because he's dead and there is nothing you can to do to change that."

Tiamat pulled away from him. "You're cold."

"What do you expect? There's always some type of drama going on in your life. If it's not Morrison or Derec, it's your father who has done nothing but try to protect you. He changed his whole life for you, and you act like an ungrateful brat. Same with your mother, she gave you life, and you attack her. You don't appreciate anything or anyone in your life, but when some thing happens you feel guilty. What the fuck do you expect when you put people into positions like that!"

"I didn't choose this life," she argued, but he ignored her.

"Even Derec knew better than to get involved with you, yet you convinced him otherwise. You knew he loved you and used that to get him to cross the friend's boundary. You use my love for you as protection and a shoulder to cry on. I am tired of being around you not being able to do anything while you talk of your love for my best friend. All you care about is yourself."

All of Tiamat's anger was squashed by his last statements. She reached out to him. "Did you just say that you loved me?"

He backed away from her. "Don't even. I am not going down the same path as Derec. I choose not to cross that line, and don't wish to. We are friends, nothing more. Some place in my heart wants us to be, but my mind knows better. Unlike you, I follow my mind not my heart."

He went to his closet and gathered some extra blankets. "I'm sleeping in the guest room. Good night," he said and left the room.

"What just happened?" Tiamat said to herself.

"Yeah, I'm here," Vanessa said into her cell-phone.

"Be careful, Vanessa. Somebody is probably keeping an eye on you," Blade said over the phone.

"I'll be fine. Anyway, I have to go. Bye." She closed her phone.

She was walking down the street towards her hotel, and next thing she knew, a bag was thrown over her head she was being dragged somewhere.

Her assailant made her walk for awhile, and then finally they stopped.

The bag was pulled from her head and she lashed out. Her arm was caught, twisted behind her back and she was slammed against the wall.

She stomped on the guy's foot and threw her elbow back. But the man grabbed her elbow and spun her around. She gasped when she saw the man's face.

She then began lashing out at him more violently. "You son of a bitch! You took my daughter. I swear on my mother's grave that I will kill you!"

"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep," Drago said dodging her attacks. He grabbed her and immobilized her. "Hold still."

"Let me go!" she screamed. "Help! Help!" Drago's hand clamped over her mouth, but she responded by biting down.

Drago yanked his hand away. "Damn, you're still as feisty as ever. Did you get it from your dad?"

Vanessa grabbed a gun from her purse but Drago quickly knocked it away.

"You're going to be a handful," he said and pulled out a cloth and pressed it over her nose. She thrashed around for a bit, then went limp.

"Finally," he said carrying her body.

He carried it all the way to his loft and deposited her on the living room couch.

He brought out some smelling salts and placed it under her nose. She awoke instantly.

Her eyes narrowed. She smacked his face making sure to leave five long scratches.

"Damn it, woman! My patience is just about to wear thin!" He tackled her and pinned her to the couch, holding her mouth closed.

"I don't have time for this revenge, bullshit. Our daughter is in trouble. Morrison found her somehow and had somebody give you the information. All he knows is that she's in the country but not where, but he probably is pretty close to finding out. One of his employees posed as a worker in Drina's company. The mole was killed but it is possible that her location has now been compromised. And your coming here does not help matters. If you find Drina, so does Morrison. Understand?"

She nodded her head.

"I'm going to uncover your mouth. You will not scream. Okay?"

She nodded again. He removed his hand.

She spat on him.

He wiped it away. "Man, you are really mad."

"No, shit. Get off me!"

"No. I don't exactly trust you not to harm me. Plus, I am quite comfortable."

She started wiggling to get him off.

"That doesn't work," he said. She shifted her legs so that one was between his legs. Then she nailed him in the crotch.

"Fuck," he moaned and fell off the couch. Vanessa jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen looking for a knife. She found a butcher knife in the drawer just as Drago walked in.

"Stay away from me!" she threatened.

He chuckled. "I have no intention in hurting you. What would I gain from it? Drina is already mad at me. She hates that I won't let her see you. She misses you a lot, you know."

"She does?" Vanessa said softly. "But she chose to leave."

"Doesn't mean she regretted it. She was just as safe with you as she was with me. Seven years after we left, Morrison found her. Injected her and a few others with a new strain of vampirism. We were able to escape. One of her friends was also one of Morrison's experiment. His name is Damien. They run a company together. He's helping me protect her. She is safe for the time being. And I need to keep you here. I might let you see her, but if I do you cannot tell anybody and you would have to leave. Morrison has been keeping an eye on you. Good thing I live far away from Drina, or I could have compromised her by bringing you here."

"I want to see my daughter," Vanessa said. "I earned that right a long time ago when I gave birth to her and raised her for ten years!"

"Yes, you have. But for her safety, you might not get to. That is not a guarantee. You may be able to see her. You should be lucky that I got to you before Morrison did."

"I want to see my baby girl!"

"I understand, Vanessa. If you really want to see her, you're going to have to wait. Let me figure things out, then you can see her. Please trust me. This is for her safety."

Vanessa set her knife down. "Fine," she said. "I'll trust you, for now." She walked past him and out of the kitchen.

"I am so grateful that that worked out," Drago said.

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