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France:

This was my third mission with the NSA and over the course of the last three months I'd come to realize that the Xander Zone had become a truly complicated and deadly place. This time, I'd been sent to Monaco to bust a truly sophisticated smuggling ring that had reached out and touched four continents North America, Europe, Asia and even Australia.

The product originated in the Asian jungles then shipped to Australia for processing in the outback, imported into Europe for packaging and distribution to Europe, Canada and the States. Sounds kinda simple when laid out like that but then you gotta take into consideration all the customs laws and regulations involved just moving the stuff and it all adds up to one thing, lots of high level people involved.

According to Scarface the high ups in each nation were meeting to update and coordinate with each other on things. So that's why I ended up here in Monaco three weeks before the supposed meeting. Gibbons figured I'd be able to work my charm and get in good quickly with these guys, to be able to get close enough to find out what the meeting is about.

The initial problem was getting through to these guys. All of them were tough, street tough but there were a few that creeped even me out. I worked on my in, by hanging and thrashing with the less creepy ones. They were a talkative bunch but seemed to be cautious by avoiding discussions of what they do for cash. Came to find out that the creepier guys were the go between the higher ups. Within a week and a half I was able to convince them that I was running low on cash and was stretching what I had left. They offered to help me out all I had to do was deliver a few packages for them. I agreed and by the end of the second week I was doing deliveries on my own without one of the creep boys with me.

Three days before the meeting, I'm sent on a delivery run but this one wasn't a normal run for me. First off, I was given about two hours notice before I had to pick up and the location wasn't one of the normal drops. I was sent out to a residence in Lyon, a high-class villa with heavy-duty security all around the place. I noticed guards and dogs walking the perimeter. As I pulled through the gate I knew if things went south I wasn't getting out.

I pulled up to the front entrance. As I walked around to remove the package, I got that feeling I get when a trick is going to go bad and it was working overtime. I immediately knew this was some kind of test, one that I'd better pass or else. I looked toward the house to see one of the creep boys waiting for me at the door.

He nodded and motioned for me to follow him into a study down the hall. Entering the room I couldn't help but sense it screaming Idle Rich, there were chairs and furniture that looked to be at least a hundred years old maybe older. As the door closed behind me I looked around there were bookcases with books that had gold leaf on the pages, on either wall. There were paintings by famous artists that I'd only seen pictures of hanging on the wall. In front of me was what looks liked a Louis whatever desk and sitting in a Sherlock Holmes type chair was, I assumed, one of the Bosses.

The guy looked to be about 25-35; black hair, brown eyes, and 5' 11", lean build about 175 pounds. The gray pinstripe suit he was wearing gave him a feel of nobility and the air of a man used to authority and command. A man used to getting his way.

"So you are Xander Cage," he said as he came around the desk. "Your reputation precedes you. So I must ask, a man of your talents, what brings you to our side of the world?"

"Well, I had a little disagreement with a senator back home and decided that now would be a good time to take in a tour of all the action spots here in Europe." It was after all the cover story we were using for this assignment and part of the truth anyways.

"What led you to us...if you were just looking for action hot spots? Why us?" Eyes narrowed awaiting my answer.

"Well...since I needed to be away for a while I could only grab so much cash. I've already been gone for a few months but the senator is still pissed or so I was told. My funds started to thin and well, everyone's gotta eat...ya know." I watched, as his eyes seemed to laser beam focus on what I was saying as if he could tell whether I was lying or not. "During one of my tricks I met up with some of your boys. We got along fairly well and they noticed the diminishing funds. One day they asked if I could use some extra cash. I said sure what do I got to do. He said I could just be a co-driver and split the delivery fee. So after a few trips splitting the fee I was given a solo and every couple of days I make a drop. But I'm sure you know all this or else I wouldn't be here."

"Yes, indeed Mr. Cage you wouldn't be", the smile he gave me didn't reach his eyes. Eyes that reflected a hunter assessing its prey and I'm it.

"So, here's your delivery, all in one piece. If there's nothing else, I'll be going." I turned toward the door and was stopped by a strong hand clamping down on my shoulder. Didn't even hear him move and damn he's quick. I turned around to see Mr. Hunter. I pointedly look at his hand and raise an eyebrow. All my skills at keeping cool under stressful situations came in handy as I tried to stop my skin from crawling at his touch.

"Mister Cage, not so fast. There's plenty of time. Please allow me the hospitality of offering you lunch", he stated.

That danger feeling got stronger but I didn't know how to work my way out of this one without it sounding lame and wimpy. Besides from the look in his eyes NO was not an option. "Sure," I shrugged hoping his hand would fall. "Free food is always welcomed." I tried to smile like I was honored but even I knew it isn't flying.

"That's nice to hear." As he patted my shoulder steering me out of the room. "I hope you have a healthy appetite. I for one am anxious to taste what's on the menu." That statement sent chills down my spine and my senses screamed GET OUT!

I was led out and further down the hallway to a semi formal dining room. Like the office this room was decorated with the thought of showing off riches. Once again, what looked like antique furniture littered the room. The table looked like it could easily seat twelve but was set only for four. "Who else is showing up for lunch?" I said looking around.

"Oh, just a few old acquaintances," the way he said that didn't ease my fears.

The head of the table was situated near a wall that had no entry or exit. Two place settings, opposite the door, on the left side of the head of the table would put those seated there with their back to a wall, with a six-foot space between them and the nearest window. Seated on the right to the head of the table was another setting which would place the person sitting there with their backs to the door. I was seated next to him on the left where there was no way to get to any remote exit without passing by him or any of his other guests once they arrived, which wasn't a long wait.

A couple minutes later two other guys joined us. The younger of the two was about 25-30, 6' 1", medium long, dirty blonde hair, cold blue eyes about 195 pounds of lean muscles could be seen under the Armani suit. No visible signs of a weapon but there was an air of lethal around him. All I could think was Snake.

The older man was around 40, 6' 2"- 6' 4", red hair, laser blue eyes about 175 pound lean to the point of looking almost sickly thin. The suit he was wearing was almost as bad as the one that Sova had on when Yelena killed him. All I could think when looking at this dork was Weasel.

"Ah, welcome my friends. Please do sit down and join us. This is one of our personnel a rather known name, Mister Xander Cage. Mister Cage these are my associates." Interesting Mr. Hunter gave no names but mine. Well, I'll see what developed over lunch then.

"Nice to meet you, gentlemen," I said as I rose to welcome them. But all that kept going through my mind was that between Mr. Snake, Mr. Weasel and Mr. Hunter I needed to keep my game face on and in place.

"So...you're Xander Cage. I always wanted to meet you. A man with your abilities and talent could sure go far with the right backing." That's from Mr. Snake as he sat next to me boxing me in. I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not, especially when his eyes seemed to glow glacier blue for a brief moment as he said it. I hoped I wasn't hallucinating.

"I am not the fan that my associate is but it's still a pleasure to meet you," this from Mr. Weasel whose eyes showed no warmth across the table.

"So, what allows us this privilege of dining with the infamous help today?" Mr. Weasel announced as the appetizers were laid out.

"Well my old friend, seems Mr. Cage here was the one to make our special delivery today and on short notice, I might add. It seemed only fair to have him for lunch, today...at least." Mr. Hunter said pointedly.

I knew there was something I missed. There was an undercurrent concerning me but I couldn't put my finger on it. The talk went politely and typical of small talk amongst strangers. The topics covered everything from the weather to what sights I've visited and seen while in the area. Mr. Hunter and Mr. Weasel seemed to keep emphasizing and questioning about historical sights. Even made suggestions of where I should go.

"Look, guys I appreciate the history lesson and all but history and I, don't see eye to eye." That provoked a severe series of glances first at me, then between Weasel and Hunter and finally to Snake a whole conversation of which I had a sinking suspicion I was the topic.

"Anyways, I have to get going. It's a bit of a drive and I might as well get started. Thanks for the lunch." I got up and Hunter put his hand once again on my shoulder as he walked me out.

"I thank you, Mr. Cage for your help today and hope you enjoyed your meal with us." He still had a hold of my shoulder as he opened the door. It took all my stubborn will power to keep from throwing his arm off of me and decking him.

"Thanks. Like I said everyone's gotta eat." I moved toward the car.

"Indeed...hope to see you again soon, Mr. Cage." His smile was that of a true predatory hunter. Skin crawl-o-meter jumped off the charts.

As I drove off in the car I had the unsettling feeling that I had a target on my back and Hunter had me in his sights.

*****

As Xander Cage pulled off in his car, a shadow detached from behind the door. The figure watched as the car got smaller in the distance.

"So you observed our little get together...what do you say?"

"Dah, that's Xander Cage and he indeed, works for an American Agency."

"I see...we'll have to keep you out of his sight until we're ready to spring our little surprise in a few days. Do you think you can be that patient, until you can get your revenge?"

Swallowing nervously at the feral glare in the other's eyes, "D...Dah, I will wait. But not for long because Xander Cage is mine."

"I have no doubt, of that. If you can claim him...take him."

"Now let us to business tend." They turned and walked back down to where lunch had been and joined their associates.

*****

Switzerland:

Frank walked down the castle hallways, nodding hello to those he passed. It had been a few years since the Council had summoned him to Switzerland. That thought alone had him wondering once again what was going on. Normally he would get a call if his services were needed but not this time. This time it was a personal summons by a Hunter and of all the Hunters they could have chosen I ended up with Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez. The ruddy man was worse than a wife some days he just wouldn't shut up. Even though I must admit they finally got him out of dressing like a Spanish peacock. The man has no sense of blending in especially for a Hunter.

At least I'm not in trouble. I was cleared about the whole smuggling business from a few months ago with Lai. The Council had told me that I did well and the chosen of the Shogun Clan that had been amongst those taken without knowledge were returned. Inspector Tarconi was added as one of my chosen even though he doesn't know of my nature yet. It's just a precaution though, in case someone tries to get to me through him.

It's odd walking down the halls even after all these years. I'm still amazed at how quiet and loud the castle can be. It's quiet for normal senses but for those like me there was always something to hear; the patrols outside walking the perimeter, kitchen staff preparing dinner and the occasional squeal of the children at play. These were the things that reminded me of welcome and home.

I brought my thoughts and attention back to the situation at hand as I neared the double doors that led to the Council's meeting chambers. I was immediately intrigued by the fact that there were four Hunters guarding the entryway, when normally there were only two. Something was seriously wrong and potentially deadly.

Upon entering the Council Chamber I was surprised at the amount of people in the room. The entire Council was there along with their mates. There was Albus, Minerva, Hector, Odysseus, Boudicca, Cleopatra, Spartacus, Attila, Methos, Merlin, Morgan, Mulan, Shang and finally Miyagi. Plus, there were members from several visiting Clans. Representing Sylum was Artemus Gordon, with his mate Jim West, Van Helsing and of course Carl. Camelot's ruling council was mostly there of course, with Arthur, Guinevere, Harry, Draco, Severus, Brother Cadfael and his mate Hugh in attendance. Representing Shogun were Li Mu Bai, with his mate Kanzeon Bosatsu, Omura and two Hunters I hadn't seen before. For Oceania there was Cort with his mate Julia and Quigley. Via videoconference Jim Ellison and Blair Sandburg were there for Tallikut, as well as Zoe O'Brien for Serenity.

Scattered around there were Hunters and members of what looked to be Sanguen Clan. The only reason I knew that, was because they're talking, no matter how little, to Leon and I think I caught glimpses of Inigo and Westley. Those three are among the few Hunters I see on a somewhat regular basis...at least from Sanguen. There were various chosen here, as well it seemed, amongst them my own Augustus. If I didn't know better I'd swear this was a major assembly of all the clans but then again...Ardeth's not here. If Ardeth and the Medjai were here...then whatever the situation it would mean lots of dust and blood flying.

"Ah, Frank...thank you for coming so quickly. Since it seems we are all here at last, will everyone take a seat in order to let me inform you of what we are dealing with", Dumbledore stated as he called the meeting to order. "It seems we have a severe rogue threat in the works. How it's gone undetected all these months is probably due to the magnitude and scope of the operation. The operation itself overlaps several Clans' domain. I will leave the specific details to be explained by Augustus Gibbons, a chosen who works with one of the American government's intelligence agencies. It is he who's brought this situation to light. Augustus...will you be so kind."

Gibbons stood up and faced those assembled in the room. Nodding politely he began, "About two months ago we started getting information about a smuggling operation that covered four continents Asia, Australia, Europe and North America. Through semi-reliable sources we found out that a meeting was to be held with the big bosses, to update and coordinate with each other. That date is in three days time."

"About three weeks ago, I sent one of my more...unique agents to infiltrate their network. His mission was to get close enough to confirm date, time and location of the meeting. Within ten days he was running delivers with some of their men and by the end of the second week he was driving solo. He stated that the items being transported were shipped in climate-controlled containers locked with a key code pad. The first thing that got my attention was that the packages were all dropped at private clinics, medical supply service companies and medical warehouses; which in itself was not unusual for a drug trafficking ring but it still set off my alarms.

"Then on short notice earlier today, my man gets a call for a special delivery just outside of Lyon. The location being a highly secured villa, that's a fortress. He met with a man whose description matched only one person to my mind...Dorian Grey." Gibbons waited for the outburst.

"But getting involved in smuggling isn't Dorian's style..." Cadfeal exclaimed. "He usually likes to confront face to face those he has in his sights."

"There's more", Gibbons stated. "While at the villa my man was invited to lunch where two others joined them. From the descriptions given I believe one of them to be Philip Le Bel, the third one being unknowns to me but here is a drawing based on the description given." A slide came up showing a drawing of the man I fought in Monaco.

"That's the guy that I fought during that smuggling operation a few months ago. I never really got his name," I offered.

"Well, the database pulled him up as Darren "Wall Street" Bettencourt. He's well connected with the ins and outs of smuggling. Before your run in with him Frank, no one was ever able to place him at the scene. Report of his last location was in a French federal prison. It's safe to assume that if he's in the company of Dorian and Le Bel that he was turned, in an offer for his freedom or just before his run in with Frank. Which leads me to believe that what Frank got involved in was a part of this organization and only stopped one of the shipments and not the entire ring."

"There's one other disturbing piece of information that my agent reported. It was their apparent interest in him personally. It seems they kept asking him about some of France's more historical sites and such. Trying to encourage him to visit some of the older ruins. He said he felt like they were circling him and feeling out potential weaknesses while trying to herd him. During the entire lunch no names were given for anyone else except him. Upon his departure he swore he had a target painted on his back and was waiting for the final blow," Gibbons finished.

"Gus, what did you feel was disturbing about their interest in your agent?" I asked.

"From the way he was being grilled and with my knowledge, it seemed to me as if they were trying to trigger a memory flash. I think they believe him to be someone connected to one of the clans. If they believe so then I fear he'll be used as leverage against us if given the chance," Augustus replied.

"So we have a smuggling operation that is being run by rogues. Who most definitely have another agenda and that puts all of us at risk. What are we going to do about it?" Van Helsing inquired.

"The Council has decided to unofficially assist Augustus' agent and ensure that the true nature of those in charge never comes to light. Also to ascertain exactly what part his agent plays in their plans," Dumbledore proclaimed. "The clans affected by this will assign a hunter each to this endeavor. Since Augustus already has an investigation underway he will be coordinating with Bourne and Kirill who will be in charge of the Hunt. We'll need researchers to coordinate all the information that will be coming in and they will be organized under Minerva. Are there any questions?"

"Yes, I have a request for a specific Hunter to be called from Sylum," Gibbons piped up. "As I said my agent is quite unique and I think that Riddick may be interested to see him." With that said Gibbons clicked for the next picture to show. "And please let him break the news to Dom."

There were chuckles around the room as everyone looked at the picture on the screen. If it weren't for all the tattoos on this guy you'd think he and Riddick were brothers. "What's his name Gus?" Something compelled me to ask as my eyes never left the image before me.

"Xander Cage. Extreme sports fanatic, adrenaline junkie and all around bad boy rebel. But he's a natural agent and even passed the Gibbons Test," he replied.

My eyebrow rose at that, "That's high praise coming from you Gus. How do you think he'll handle finding out about our nature?" A valid point I thought, considering his picture leaves the impression of someone who would do what they want no matter what and damn the consequences, as exemplified by the tattoos.

"X is adaptable, intelligent and observant. He does have a temper but that's usually curbed by his wiseass comments. I think he'll roll with the punches and go with the flow until it's all over and then deal with it. He loves challenges so he'd see the truth as a challenge of acceptance", was my answer from Gus.

"Artemus, will you kindly call Riddick to attend and someone will need to research the family line of Xander Cage. Blair, you are closest to California and with your academic connections you can do that quicker than anyone else. Any other questions or concerns?" Dumbledore states.

"One more question. Why was I called to be here?" I still hadn't seen why I was needed and called in.

"Ah, yes...Frank you were requested because of your familiarity with the area and your recent encounter with the smuggling operation combined with your unique skills will allow you to be an active participant on the Hunt. Not to mention your side job," Dumbledore said piercing me with a serious look. "Due to the nature of your position within the council you were an excellent choice."

I had the feeling that there were things concerning me that weren't being said. Things that I would not like if, I were to find out. I looked over at my Sire, who looked back at me with a sheepishly apologetic little smile. I guessed I'd find out soon enough.

Assignments and strategies were briefly discussed in general terms but I listened with half an ear. The planning stage, I left to those who knew more than I about the matter. I knew in the end I would be told what I needed to know. In the mean time, I tried to figure out where in the puzzle this Xander Cage fit in.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the picture of Xander Cage unable to believe someone would want to purposely look like that, some people had no sense of order. The more I read the stats that Augustus had up for him the more I couldn't believe he was still alive, let alone one of Gibbons' agents. Seemed he'd flaunted any rule when it interfered with his desires and wants. He liked to purposely cause chaos wherever he went just for the kick he got out of it. Yet when faced with the challenge to do something that would get him no notice the same kind of flagrant disregard for rules comes in but directed toward achieving his objective. I just can't figure him out its almost like two people in one body. Still there's this vague feeling a pull of some sort.

*****

"It seems your childe has an intense interest in Augustus' agent. Do you have any idea why?" Dumbledore as usual surprised me with his question.

I looked and of course my childe was still intently staring at Xander Cage's picture, as if he could figure out what the rogues' interest in him could possibly be. He was sitting there not really paying too much attention but I know him, even if his focus was on something else he was never one hundred percent unawares.

"To be honest Albus, I have no idea. Perhaps they have known each other before but I don't recall any mention of a previous love lost. Though lately...I haven't been as much of a confidante as I used to be. It was a difficult parting for us when I suggested he take the post here at the Council," I confessed while looking at the floor.

"It seems to me as if sire and childe need to speak to one another. Perhaps because your own turning was not a pleasant one, you have been waiting for a thing that will not occur between you and he," Dumbledore softly spoke.

I looked up startled by that. "I never quite thought of it like that. When I sent him to the Council after the First World War I thought it was for the best. He seemed disgusted, fragile and tired. At the time I thought it was from being around me, regretting what I had turned him into. I never thought that there was another reason. But of course Frank being who he is would just deal with it all in silence and politeness."

"Indeed. When you had requested if there was any use for Frank's skills by the Council, I must admit I was a tad surprised. You two had only been together for less than four decades. I found it unusual since most stay with their sires for at least five if not longer. Yet when Frank showed up and presented himself before the council I saw what you spoke of yet the cause of it was not what you thought.

"Carl, I know you've kept up with his goings on through myself and others in the clans. When Frank came to us here the war was still fresh and alive with him. It was his first true war and some of the men he'd commanded and served under were from his mortal life. The older ones were boys he looked out for in his mortal life or were acquaintances that later joined the military. The younger ones, some were sons of friends from his former life and even a couple of grandsons. That war was your childe's first real look at his own immortality." A comforting hand was placed on my shoulder as sympathetic eyes looked into my own. "He was grieving his mortality and those of his friends and loved ones. He needed his sire.

"In order to keep his sanity and survive the war he fell back on the rules and regulations that were learned there. They gave specific code and procedures for all instances. Since then when the emotional overwhelms he once again falls back on those distancing defenses."

I bowed my head in true shame at that. "Thank you, Albus. I think perhaps when things settle a little bit later tonight, my childe and I need to have a discussion. I know he'll seek me out. He gave me that look he gets when he feels he's missing something and that I am holding out on him."

Dumbledore chuckled "Very good, my friend. Just to let you know Inigo and Westley have grown quite fond of your Frank. So expect a talking to if they find out he's upset about anything," with that he turned and left me to my thoughts.

My childe is still where he was when Albus approached, as I thought upon the words that were just spoken. I know that in the last few decades we'd gotten back some of what we had in the beginning. There is still a lot I avoided discussing with him but we worked our way back to a relative ease with each other.

Frank is still looking at that agent. I wonder if he feels something for this agent even though they haven't met. If he does, I know it's just a matter of time. But to be honest the packaging is a bit off putting, especially for my childe. He's too used to things being simple, neat and orderly. This Xander Cage seems the total antithesis of what he is. I just hope that if they are mates they don't kill each other before the bonding is complete. I'd truly hate it if I had to bail Frank out of jail, again.

From the frustrated look on my childe's face he's trying hard to figure out what's going on. I know I'll be hunted down for questioning later if he can't figure it out. In the mean time there are things I need to figure out myself.

*****

New York:

Riddick wondered who the hell could be calling him this late at night. Especially since he'd only just gotten to bed two hours ago. He'd been trying to track down Sonny Sassone especially if the rumors about him working with the Messer family were true. All he'd come up with were two wanna be Tanglewood boys not even worth the dust he turned them into.

Grabbing the phone, he recognized the number on the caller ID and reluctantly answered. "This better be good I've only gotten two hours sleep, if that," was growled into the phone.

"Nice to know your manners are well exercised, Riddick."

"Nick, what do you want from me this time?"

"It seems that one of our chosen that works with a government agency, needs your particular services and handling of a situation that has arisen due to his agent's current mission. He asked for you specifically when he updated the Council on the seriousness of this problem. So as clan leader of Sylum it is my duty to officially ask for your skills to be available temporarily to the Council. To give you an idea of what it's about looks like there's an operation involving rogues on four continents working together. You will get the rest of the story in flight. It will be waiting for you on the jet at LaGuardia Airport. I am told time is of the essence."

Blowing off a request by the Council was never a good idea, especially walking the line he always walked. Then again why should he answer their summons? Ahh...hell if it means he got to dust some nasty rogues why not. "Okay, I'm off," Riddick said snapping the cellphone shut.

Getting off the bed he went to the bathroom and threw cold water over his head to clear the last of sleep from his mind. After drying off he threw the few articles of clothes that he wasn't wearing inside his worn duffle bag. He walked out of the little cheap motel he was staying in off of 42^nd Street and headed for Broadway to get a cab to LaGuardia so he could catch a long ass flight to Switzerland.

"This better be worth the trip and headache," he said to no one in particular as a cab pulled up to the curb.

*****

France:

My phone was blowing up and the face I saw upon answering brought a groan to my lips. "What now Scarface? I already gave you my report yesterday afternoon. It's too early for me to have another waiting for you. Besides you know if I found anything else out I’d call you about it," I bitched.

"Change of plans Triple X. I need you to get to Basel ASAP. You'll check in at the Hotel Basel on Am Spalenberg Munzgasse by noon Swiss time."

"Why do I need to go to Basel? These guys haven't had their meeting yet. It's still two days away and I still don't know where it's gonna be. What if..."

"X, I need you to get to the Hotel Basel. There are other things coming to light with this mission that need to be handled elsewhere. I need you to do as I say with the minimum of attitude and fuss. Please, X just this once do as I ask."

The sincere tone, serious face, the concern in the voice and not to mention the please, was enough to get me to agree. "Okay, Gibbons just this once," I reluctantly agreed.

"Thank you, Xander."

That more than anything startled me. Gibbons never says thanks let alone calls me, Xander. "I'll leave as soon as I'm packed and made travel arrangements."

"Travel arrangements have already been made. Just show up at the airport and go to the international terminal departure counter give them your name and they will let you know where to go."

"Okay, I'll call you when I arrive," I told him.

"No need to, I'll know when you get there. Gibbons out."

I looked at the blank screen in confusion wondering what the hell was going on. I pushed the thoughts aside and packed my bags for this trip.

*****

Upon reaching the airport and identifying myself, I was escorted to a private terminal, where a private jet was already refueling. I was told to wait in the secure lounge and someone would be along to get me when the flight was ready to depart.

So for the next several minutes I worked through all the weirdness I'd dealt with since I'd reported to Gibbons about my meeting yesterday. Thinking back, I'm surprised to realize that the more details I had given about the meeting and its participants the graver Scarface's face had gotten. It seemed as if he recognized who had been at the meeting and was worried about it. Was that the connection to why he wanted me to go to Basel all of a sudden? Did it have anything to do with the increased attention I've gotten from the organization's creep boys since that meeting?

I'm broken out of my meandering thoughts when an attendant announced the flight was ready. I was escorted to the plane and was surprised to find that there were others onboard already.

"Ahhh...hey. Hope you don't mind me tagging along? My boss was the one to arrange this little trip. I'm not imposing am I?" I nervously replied not knowing what to make of this new twist in the plans.

"Not at all Mr. Cage we were expecting you. Please, have a seat the sooner we take off the sooner we arrive and we can brief you about what's going on in flight," a blue eyed blonde man answered.

"How do you know my name?"

"Oh, so sorry. Please forgive us. Let us introduce ourselves. I am Inigo and this is Westley. We have been assigned to escort you to Geneva to meet with your Augustus Gibbons," the dark haired, dark eyed Spanish dude explained.

"How do I know you guys are for real? You could be just about anybody ready to do me harm," I replied.

"Ah, yes. I see your point very well," the dark one called Inigo replied. "But you see, your Mr. Gibbons told us you would not believe a word we said. So he said to tell you that he would always as you say 'put foot to ass for his country and expects you to behave'. So that is proof enough yes?"

"Wonder if there was any other way he could have put that. Would you fellas mind if I made a call?"

"No, of course not my good man. Here you better use this phone it is less likely to be traced than your own," the blonde called Westley offered.

I took the phone and dialed the code needed to connect me to Gibbons direct. Even if they tried to trace the call through this phone I'm sure Shavers had something going to block it. "Yo, what's going on? You changed the plan on me...again."

"Triple X, lovely to hear from you. How's the flight?" was my answer.

"Gibbons, I left Monaco like you asked. I got on the plane that they told me to at the airport. Now here I am being told that I am not going to Basil but to Geneva instead. Now I ask again what's going on?" I ground out.

"Okay, X, here's the deal. After your report yesterday I suspected that there was more than a smuggling operation going on. The people involved are outside of the normal purview of this agency. So I brought the situation to the attention of some associates of mine better able to handle a situation like this. You are currently heading to their headquarters in Geneva. When we spoke earlier I mentioned Basel to help throw them off your trail if you were overheard and or followed. The jet you are on was chartered through a private company to further throw them off. When you arrive you will be meeting with certain people who will help with this situation," Gibbons explained.

"What kind of people are we talking about?" I asked.

"The kind of people once you meet them and they meet you will protect you for life no matter what," Gibbons seriously replied. "So I suggest you be nice to Inigo and Westley. They may be a bit odd but they are good guys but don't let their oddness fool you. They are deadlier than you can imagine."

"Gibbons, you sure about this?"

"Absolutely X. I'll see you when you get here. Gibbons out," with those last words he disconnected.

I looked up at my two traveling companions and got a bit of a surprise. Not that I had a problem with it but I had never really been around it. They were holding hands and the blonde, Westley, was leaning against the other guy, Inigo. "So how long have you two been an item?" My mouth said on autopilot before I could check it.

They gave each other an amused look and then Westley said with a smile, "Since, The Dreaded Pirate Roberts sailed the Seven Seas."

"I'm guessing that to mean a long time then," I just had to smile at that. "So can you guys fill me in on where I am going and why?"

"You are going to Geneva, not Basel, to meet some very important people in our world. A world, that holds many wonders, yet twice as many dangers but overall a good world," Inigo started.

"We are organized all over the world in what are called clans. Each clan is a law unto themselves in their own territory but must yield to the will of a Council, whose function is to ensure that the laws agreed upon by all clans are followed. The Council hears matters that concern the interests of two or more clans and or conflicts that may spill over into other clan's territories.

We have what are called rogues and just like criminals they operate outside of our laws and usually have no allegiance at all to any clan in particular. Sometimes less powerful or charismatic rogues will gather together to form a group that causes general mayhem with no real agenda. Then there are those who are extremely charismatic and can influence others. They are the truly dangerous threat because they are dedicated to sowing dissent within and between our world and yours," Westley stated.

"So let me get this straight you guys are saying you are...what so outside normal society that you guys have one of your own and don't answer to any others?" I interjected.

"No, we adhere to all laws but due to our particular...nature, sometimes normal law cannot apply and then we need alternative laws and means of justice," Inigo clarified.

"So what exactly is this particular nature of yours that causes you guys to need alternate laws? What you got a worldwide homoerotic fetish society going?" I quipped.

"Ah, you see I am not sure we should be the ones to answer that particular question. But Gibbons and the Council did say to prepare you by the time we arrived." Turning toward Westley he asked, "What do you think we should do, my dear Westley?"

I was startled by the soft look that came into Inigo's eyes as he asked his significant other...lover...about his thoughts on the situation. There was a depth of love and caring in the small smile exchanged by these two men. It was powerful. Something I had never seen before in my life. For a brief moment I strongly envied them each other. Their connection was like a big old spotlight shining on the revolving stage door of my love life. For some reason I felt a deep sadness for something I never had, never knew I even wanted.

"Why don't you just tell me and get it over with. That way you've done what you were supposed to do and I have what I'm supposed to know," I couldn't help the irritated tone as I spoke. I didn't know if it was directed at them or me.

"Is there a problem Mr. Cage? You seem upset. Perhaps there's something we can do to help, if that is the case," Westley asked with honest sincerity. He had sensed the sudden burst of sadness then annoyed confusion and he truly wanted this man to be at ease with them by the time they reached the Council.

"It’s X and no, no problem. I just hate being in the dark and I am not fond of getting surprises. Gibbons seems to delight in giving me change ups and then expecting miracles. So tell me what else I need to know, so that I can do what I need to do, when we get to where we're going." X hoped his words would deflect Westley from asking any further questions about his state of mind.

Accepting the change of topic for what it was, Westley decided that since they'd be landing soon he could afford to give a shortened version of what they were to X. "Well, X, there is a society that co-exists along and within the one you know. We have created false myths and legends to protect us over the centuries. We are a long-lived people with the oldest amongst us being over five thousand years old. We have lived alongside, watching, helping and protecting humans. We are vampires, X," Westley finished.

I stared in stunned silence and then I realized they must have been joking. "That's good. That's very good. You had me there for a moment," I laughingly said. But the look on their faces cut my laughter short. Their features had slightly changed. Their eyes were glowing deep-sea blue and rich dark amber and both men were sporting extremely sharp and pointy canine fangs. The overall effect of the change didn't severely distort their features. It just gave them an air of danger similar to those creep boys of Mr. Hunter. If the pilot hadn’t put on the fasten seatbelts sign at that exact moment. I probably would have bolted to the back of the plane as fast as I could to look for a parachute with which to bail.

But these guys were looking at me expectantly waiting for my reaction and questions. They didn't give me the extremely creepy feel that Hunter's boys did at least not until they changed. But even then it wasn't as bad. Then it hit me if what I felt around the creep boys was what I sensed from Inigo and Westley when they changed. That must mean that those guys were vampires too. That leads me to believe the feelings I got off of Hunter, Snake and Weasel meant that they too were vampires. Maybe they are like what I was told earlier, rogues. What a mind-fuck this was.

"Okay, for now I'll accept that you guys are vampires. If you are, that means they exist. Which leaves me to believe that some of the people I was watching on my mission, are what you guys called rogues, right?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, you have a good grasp of the situation as it stands," Augustus was right about his reaction to the news of our nature. He's scared but determined to control it, for now. "From your description of the gentlemen you met yesterday Augustus was able to identify two of the men. The third eluded him until he ran the description through and got an ID. Two of them are dangerous rogues that have tormented various members and clans for centuries. This matter means that several clans' territories are being breached and all can claim hunting rights on the violators. But since this matter, if it gets out, can cause mass panic amongst the human population. The Council has stepped in to organize and coordinate the elimination of the threat that these particular rogues and their plotting can cause," Westley finished summarizing.

"So I'm here for an intense debriefing to help you guys stop these rogues which in turn will stop the smuggling operations that are going on. Okay, I'm in. Take me to your leader," I said with a smile just as we felt the plane touch down.

Westley looked over at Inigo and both of them broke out laughing. This will be a very interesting meeting between X and various members of the Council and the clans. I wonder how Riddick and he will interact?

*****

Switzerland:

It was early morning and even though he had gotten enough sleep he was still tired. It was probably due to the emotional roller coaster of the night before with his sire. A bittersweet smile reached his lips as he thought about their discussion last night.

**Flashback**

After dinner, I had gone in search of my beloved sire, Carl. I found him trying to hide in Van Helsing's room. I knocked on the door and waited.

"Come!" I heard Gabe shout. Upon entry my eyes immediately sought out my sire and found him trying to curl into the book he was hiding behind.

"Hello Gabriel," I said still looking intently at my sire. "Hello, Carl. May I ask for a moment of your time or would you rather I try to reschedule? You look as if you are too busy with research to spare some time for your only childe."

Carl put the book down, abruptly and stalked over, dropping the bumbling, innocent monk persona to wrap me in a hug. "Of course I am always happy to see you, Frank. I was just wondering if I was a welcomed sight to you. I thought maybe I had done something to upset you and that was the reason I hadn't heard from you in so long. Then after the look you gave me in the meeting..." he trailed off.

"On that note I'll take my leave of you two and go look for Bourne or Kirill to discuss the upcoming hunt with them," Gabriel stalked off.

"See you later Gabriel," I said to a retreating back.

"Now, where did you get a crazy idea like that?" I turned back to look at Carl as I led him to the chairs in the sitting area. "I'm not mad at you. Though there are things between us that don't see the light of day and makes me frustrated. But I can never be mad at you, at least not for long. As for the look in the meeting, I felt there was something else going on concerning me and that you knew more about it."

"Well...the only thing that was a wonder was your intense interest in Xander Cage. You were extremely focused on his picture. Can you tell me why?"

"To be honest Carl, I can't even begin to tell you why. I just feel we need to get to him fast before anything happens to him. I can understand how someone like him would fit into the rogue organization but if Gus' assumption that he's linked to someone in one of the clans...then we are looking at a potentially serious leverage to be used against us."

"I know. You seemed perplexed by something else though. What is it? I'd like to help if I could." He said pleading with his eyes for me to let him in.

"Well...that agent's picture kept bringing back long forgotten memories. You know what London was like in the last century. Especially for those not born into money," he only nodded and waited for me to continue. "I know we never really talked about my childhood nor my life. It's just... things were hard then, as you know. All I know is that my father was in the military and died when I was relatively young. The only recollection I have of him is security." I paused as the remembered emotions flowed over me.

I'm brought back by the touch of his hand on my shoulder. I gave him a small smile in answer to the one on his face. "I know my mother's genteel family disowned her, for reasons unknowns to me. I think it had something to do with my father, so she was unable to go home after his death. We received a small pension from the military for my father but it wasn't much for a woman with a child. I know we had to move out of the small cottage we lived in. I only remember that because we couldn't bring the horse with us. So...we ended up in London.

"Mum found servant's work during days. 'Twas lucky the lady of the house didn't mind me being there 'til I was old enough to attend school, so long as I was quiet. When I started school, Mum 'd come 'round for me on her dinner run. I'd stay with her 'til she finished for the day, then we'd go home together. Mum worked there for almost five years. I was nine when she fell ill. The lady of the house was even nice 'nough to send their doctor 'round to visit but in the end she 'ad walking pneumonia. 'Twas just before me tenth birthday when she died." Memories of the cold, grey day she died breezed through my mind. I shook them away and went on.

When I looked up at Carl, he had an indulgent smile on his face. "What?"

"It's been a long time since I've heard your accent come out this thick. It's nice to hear. I've actually missed it," he said with a sappy smile.

"Do you want to hear the rest or are you going to embarrass me into silence?" I inquired. He immediately snapped his mouth shut. I felt a small sense of victory over getting him to be quiet. Normally it took a lot more.

I continued my tale. "At that point I knew my letters fairly well and could read and write. I had just started running errands for the man of the house as needed. He said I could have a room and a meal for doing so. He even encouraged me to keep up with my schooling. It worked because I'd be done with classes before he got home. I'd wake with the rest of the servants and help with getting the coal needed for the morning meal. This would gain me breakfast I didn't have to pay for. I'd then head out to get a shot at the newspapers until school started. When school was done there was about an hour or two of time that I had to myself. I would hang out with some of the other newsboys and street boys. As was our wont we'd get into things as all boys do at times. That was my life for a time.

"It was when I was sixteen while on an errand for my employer that brought the only true bright spot in my life since my mother had died. A handsome cab had turned round the corner quickly and was barreling down the road toward what looked like a bundle of brown and grey rags or such. But when I looked I saw a little boy of about nine or ten frozen stiff in the middle of the road with the cab bearing down on him. For a brief second our eyes met and I realized I needed to save this boy. I ran full out and pulled the boy to safety from the hooves about to crash down on his head.

"After we rolled clear I grabbed him and shook him asking what did he think he was doing. It seemed like he trying to complete a dare to join a club. The club would have allowed him to sleep under a roof for the first time in months upon completing the dare. I knew the kind of club he was talking about one that would have led him into thievery. I looked him over and it suddenly occurred to me that were it not for the generous heart of my mother's employers, this child in my arms could have been me. From that day forward I took the boy, Edward Crawford was his name, under my wing," I finished as memories assailed me.

"What ever happened to Edward?" Carl's question brought me back to the present.

"I moved him into my room and treated him like the little brother I never had. I made sure he went to school and learned his letters. I had inquired if he could do as I once did and run errands for my employer or help out in the kitchen in the mornings. I made sure he kept up with his studies. It wasn't easy but he grew to trust what I was offering, a safe warm place where he wasn't alone or abused.

But even knowing he was safe didn't stop him from doing risky things. There would be some days I'd come home to find that he'd gotten into a fight with a boy twice his size, while defending a younger child. Then there was the time he was twelve and the constable brought him home, stating he had gotten caught stealing at one of the markets. Came to find out he did it to help out one of the more unfortunate younger children. Occasionally he'd skipped school so he could sneak into the wax museum. I never understood why he wanted to go there but I also knew it calmed him somehow. But even with all the craziness of his antics, he was growing very dear to my heart. Then I didn't fully realize what it was but looking back now, I know I fell in love with him as he grew into a wonderful if not irascible young man." I lapsed into silence as the bittersweet memories assaulted me.

"What happened?" Carl asked as he gripped my shoulder.

"When he was seventeen, he went to help a young lady that was being accosted by some man she didn't know. He had known her years ago from before I had rescued him. She was one of the few older kids that treated him nicely. It seemed her life had gotten better she was to marry a fine young man up and coming in a firm within the week. He stepped in to stop the man and though he beat the man off he had gotten badly beaten himself. The young lady brought him home with the help of a constable and put him to bed, which was where I found her sitting with him. After getting the story from her I called for the doctor to come round and have a look at him. I told her I'd let her know how he was doing as soon as possible. I then placed her in a cab headed for home.

"When I returned, Edward was barely conscious and in a lot of pain. I tended to him best I could until the doc arrived. When the doctor arrived I had given him the accounting of the evening's events as I had heard them. After examining Edward the doctor said there was nothing he could do beyond what he had and we'd have to wait and see if any symptoms of more severe damage show up. When I went in to look on Edward after the doctor left, I noticed how badly bruised he was all over his torso. It looked like the doctor had given him a few stitches for cuts on his face, bandaged his ribs and his arm was in a sling. The doctor said it was dislocated.

"I told my employer what was going on and was able to get time off to tend to him. After the first day I knew something wasn't right. I called the doctor once again he told me there was nothing he could do, it seemed Edward indeed had suffered severe internal damage and it was only a matter of time. All that could be done was to ease his pain as much as possible.

"By the time the doctor left I was starting to feel numb. When I went back in, he was awake so I sat down and told him all that he meant to me. He told me not to worry, he'll always be watching out for me even in death. I held his hand while he died. I can't even tell you how long I cried. Three days later I buried him.

"When I went to let the young lady know what happened I found out that the man that had gotten away had accosted her the day after Edward died. Seemed he was a repeat offender and no one was able or inclined to stop him. When I heard the news I was livid. All I could think was that Edward had died for nothing. His gallantry in trying to save the girl didn't stop her from getting hurt by that man anyways," I know my voice was filled with venom. It still galled me even to this day."

"Do you think he would not have done the same thing even if he knew she would have still been a victim?" Carl said softly. "You knew how he was and knew then as I know you know now that he would have done what he felt was right regardless of the consequences."

"Yeah well, it was because of that I decided to try for a slot as a police constable. I got the required recommendations with my employer's help and passed by the surgeon. I got the position six months after Edward's death. For eight years, I strived to make a difference by enforcing and upholding the spirit of the law. Then The Ripper started to terrorize the streets and you had found me that fateful night," I looked at Carl with grateful eyes.

"I always wondered if I did right by you, by turning you. It always bothered me a little. I felt as if somehow I convinced you against your better judgment." His quietly tortured voice spoke.

"Carl, you didn't do anything wrong. I am glad you found me worthy enough to want to turn me. You never gave me a reason why you did, in the first place, other than you saw that I was a good man."

"You are a good man, Frank, even if you insist on hiding it. Truth is, I recognized you that night when I looked in your eyes to tend to your wound. I waited to see if after your turning you'd remember but you never did. So I never pushed. There were times Van Helsing would push me to tell you the truth but I didn't want to inflict that kind of trauma on you if you didn't remember it on your own. So I stayed quiet." He paused to gather strength to say what he wanted.

"You see I recognized you, Boris Valerious. I had watched once before as you were tortured and murdered by Dracula unable to do anything. This time though I wouldn't stand by uselessly and watch as another monster took your life. So I asked, would you want to live to see that the law is satisfied and justice served? You said, yes and I turned you. I figured with Van Helsing and I around you would have gotten flashes of your past but you never did. Even though your soul seemed to know instinctively about sword fighting and you learned to hunt rather easily and well. To say you were an easy childe to raise would be a bit of an understatement, though we had our moments," he said with an impish smile.

I thought about what he said and it made sense to me now. If I had the reborn soul of Boris Valerious no wonder I always seemed to know when rogues were around me. I had the experience to be able to sense them even if my conscious mind didn't know it. I always seemed to be able to read what was coming when sword fighting. If without me knowing it I was able to tap into Boris' skills it's no wonder why Carl turned me. He's looking at me expectantly as if waiting for an adverse reaction from me.

"Carl, I'm seeing things in a different light now with this new information. I can understand why you turned me and why you didn't want to tell me. Is this part of the reason you sent me away?" I asked since it seemed as if now was the time to clear the air between us.

"I sent you away because I thought you had regretted my turning you and wanted nothing to do with me. I feared that you were coming to hate me. So before that happened I decided to send you to where I knew they could help you even if I couldn't. Maybe then I could still have you in my life even from a distance. I wasn't willing to lose you due to my stupidity," he said bitterly.

"Carl, you did nothing wrong except shut me out. I wasn't mad at you and I wasn't regretting my turning just..." How do I phrase this? "I didn't understand anything then. I couldn't understand how an entire generation could be wiped out like that. I couldn't understand how God could let it happen. You and Van Helsing were spouting off about it being the cycle of life and yet the two of you weren't there.

"Van Helsing was in the Americas doing whatever it was he was doing. You had stayed in London to help with those that were left behind. I decided to fight. I watched and saw all those boys, not men but boys! Die! I tried my best to keep alive and save as many as I could but all I could fall back on was what regulations described to do in those circumstances and what I had been trained to do. I knew no military strategy but even I knew we were doomed at Somme and Verdun the minute I saw the machine gun platforms go up. Did you know I had been wounded four times during that one campaign?

"If it hadn't been for a medic who was a chosen from Camelot and realized my nature I would not have survived or else I would have gone into a blood rage. He tended to my wounds and made sure I was fed. It seems he and his unit was 'PALS' and half of them were chosen of Camelot and Sanguen. I didn't realize that I was not the only vampire there that day." Memories assaulted me the air hot and heavy with the smell and taste of blood and gore. Recalled images of body parts and bodies strewn across the field flying through my mind, the remembered feel of walking through inches of mud soaked by blood, guts and rain. The screams of the dying or wounded battling against the sounds of the artillery and machine guns that never seemed to cease. The look in the eyes of the boy that died in my arms and sensing the loss of something before I even had it.

"How can you tell a reborn soul is in someone?" I hope my face didn't show much of the pain and anguish I was feeling.

"Usually there is a spark of recognition between the two. Sometimes one would say something that triggers a connection that causes a deeper look. Why, did you recognize someone on the battlefield?" he asked.

"There was this chap in the infantry never got to get his name. A shell went off not far from us and this one chap looked like he was just out of boyhood took a hit from the blast. He had knocked me back further away from the blast. I crawled over to see how bad off he was and if I could help. The wound was fatal and quick. He was drowning in his own blood a fragment had punctured his lungs. I looked at his scared face as he realized he was dying. Our eyes locked and the fear left him. He smiled at me and started to reach toward my face with his hand, then the light died and he was gone. The sense of loss I felt I couldn't even begin to describe. I didn't even know the kid, had never lain eyes on him before but his death ripped me up inside," I choked out.

"I was so angry that I couldn't save him and that he had to die needlessly in that ill executed campaign. I don't know what I did after that. I just barely remembered one of the chosen 'PALS' searching me out and bringing me back to the trenches. I know they fed me and made sure I didn't kill anyone that I wasn't supposed to. By the next day the whole thing was a dimming dream that you weren't even sure you really had. Not until today have I remembered that moment so clearly. What does it mean? What did I see that day? Who was he that I could cause him to smile like that even in death? Why did he affect me so much?" I looked toward Carl hoping he had the answers.

The look of pain and anguish on my childe's face hurt my heart. I suspected I knew the answer but am not sure he'd understand even if I told him. "Frank, have you told anyone else ever about this person?" He responded with a negative shake of his head. "Well then let me tell you what I suspect. First off his death was not in vain so there is no need for you to feel guilty about it. He saved your life at the risk of his own because he was a soldier and that's what they do. Secondly, in his death his soul must have recognized you even if you didn't recognize his. But your soul must have started to recognize him and that was why you felt the way you did.

"I know you know all about mates and bonding," he snorted. "Well then, I am assuming that the young man you found was your mate or someone from a past life who knew you well. It may not seem like much now but if they came back once into your life then they can show up again."

It made sense it could have been someone from Boris' life that recognized his soul in me though I didn't know it at the time. "That could be it then, someone who recognized Boris' soul in me; must have been someone close to him then if I felt like that afterwards." The look Carl gave me made me feel as if I had missed something.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry; I wasn't there when you needed me. I didn’t see that you were in pain when I rejoined you after that campaign. I didn't see that you were just going through the motions and comfortable routines as a means to deal with it. I thought you were angry that I had turned you in order to make you suffer for something you may have had no idea about. That was why I eventually sent you to Switzerland. I knew between Merlin, Morgan and Cleopatra you'd get the care and help that I didn't seem able to give. I figured you'd have the best chance to benefit from the experience of their long lives," Carl confessed sadly.

"There is nothing to be sorry about Carl. In my mortal life I had never had a confidante to discuss things with. Even with Edward I held my emotions in and away from him so as not to overwhelm him. I had always felt much but learned to deal with only letting a little out at a time. I learned to do that so as not to make mother feel worse than she did about the life we had. I realized the more I cried in the early days of moving to London the sadder mother got. So I made myself happy for her and any tears I wanted to cry I did inside. That has always been my way. It stays inside." I calmly explained.

"I know I was your first childe and currently your only one. So of course there were parenting errors," I said with a smile. "But that didn't mean I ever regretted being turned or was ever mad at you. My lack of communication back then was not due to you but to me." I concluded, "So we good now?"

"Yes, we are good. It’s late why don't you get some sleep. Xander Cage will be here tomorrow before we know it and then things will start in earnest," Carl ordered.

I agreed as Carl escorted me to the door. I turned and hugged him goodnight. "In all honesty Carl, I don't think I could have ended up with a better sire than you. No other one would have given me the space and time I needed to deal like you did. Thank you, for everything," with that said I turned and left a stunned Carl behind.

**End Flashback**

Yes indeed, last night had been a roller coaster of a night. Truths and misconceptions lain bare and to rest. Hopefully thing with Carl will get back to the way they were in the early days. But now was the time to get up and start my day. I know that Xander Cage will be arriving sometime today. I'm assigned to transport him up from the airport to the Council. So I might as well get going because it will only get busier as the day goes on. Besides I'll finally get to see this Xander Cage in person. He's an odd one I admit and a bit of a contradiction. Oh well, I'll find out soon enough.

*****

 Switzerland, Geneva Airport:

As the plane coasted to a stop, I noticed that there was a car already waiting for us, on the strip. I was impressed with the whole richness of it, felt like I was some really rich bigwig. More than when I went on my sponsored exhibitions and competitions. This couldn't even compare to all the comps and benes I got on those tours. It was an eye opener to say the least. As I headed towards the plane's door, I was pulled back. I turned around to see Inigo holding me back. "What? What's the matter?"

"Ah, we think perhaps it's best, that one of us goes out first to make sure things are okay. Yes?" he replied.

"Hey, I can take care of myself. Besides, the car is right there. How much can happen in the space of what, 20 yards?" I said giving him my patented 'it's all good smile'.

"Still, my dear friend it is best if we go and make sure that no trouble is brewing and that is indeed our proper transport," Westley piped in. With that he opened the door and stepped down.

The incident was another indication of just how out of my league this was. I watched in a warped kind of awed fascination as these two protected me. They thought that I may be in danger and if what we had discussed on the plane had any bearing on things then maybe I was.

"It would be in your best interest to stay between us as we walk to the car. It seems they sent our friend Frank to pick us up, he will watch out for you as well, yes?" Inigo informed me as he preceded me down the stairs.

Speechless, I stood off to the side of the doorway and wondered how the hell did this happen to me. No one took interest in my safety like this. Not even Gibbons. Yeah, he would try and not put me in something over my head. But then again I'm an agent for crying out loud, not even one of his good ones just a bottom of the barrel that he turned into one, so I do what he gives me to do. I'm not that important to him; he's always said so. I'm just a tool to be used as he sees fit. Why now am I being protected? Why now does it matter if I get there safely?

I looked through the doorway to see Inigo and Westley being welcomed by a guy in a black suit, white shirt and black tie. He screamed government suit to me but was dressed more like a chauffeur. He moved with a lethal grace and controlled intent. His face was cold, composed and contained giving nothing away. Until he looked at my escorts then a huge smile appeared and warmth entered his eyes, making him look full of boyish mischief. I walked down the stairs after I got the signal from Westley it was okay. By the time I reached them the mask was back in place leaving me to wonder if I really had seen him smile.

"Xander Cage, this is our good and dear friend, Frank Martin. Frank this is Xander Cage," Westley introduced.

"Hey, how are ya?" I replied offering my hand in welcome.

"We should get going. The Council would like to meet with him as soon as they can and time is of the essence," he said to Inigo and Westley after barely acknowledging me with a nod.

"Don't mind Frank, too much, X. He tends to need several decades to warm to a person. Usually after they try to light a fire under him to get a reaction," Westley teased. The only reaction to those words from Frank was for him to turn his impassive face toward the other man with a little quirk of his eyebrows. Though if you looked closely, as I was, you noticed some of the warmth returned to his eyes.

My attention was caught by the car as we were approached it. It was a black 2003 BMW 7-series with leather interior looking like it was fully loaded. "I didn't know that these were out on the market, yet?" I said admiring the car.

There was a tense silence for a minute or two, which was broken when Frank glared at Inigo and Westley. They returned his look with calm mischief, causing his reluctant reply, "We have friends in odd places. Besides someone owed me for my last car and this was the repayment." He finished with what sounded like a hint of amusement in his voice as he walked over and opened the car doors. For some reason his words warmed me a bit to see he still had some humor even if it was well hidden.

As we drove away from the airport, I couldn’t help think this guy was a real asshole without a friendly bone in his body. Then I remembered the smile I thought I saw, the minute show of humor and wondered what would it take to bring it back out for me. Man, what the hell, am I thinking? He's just a boring stiff look at the way he's dressed for crying out loud. Yet Inigo and Westley weren't, if anything, boring and they seemed to be close friends with him, so maybe he wasn't so stiff after all. What the hell do I care anyways? I'm gonna go give my report and be on my way. Never to darken their doors again then why did it feel like I'll end up leaving a part of me behind?

*****

Interesting Westley thought. He looked towards his mate Inigo to see if he saw it too. At the slight nod he knew that he wasn't the only one. Normally, Frank would at least say hello upon meeting people if not shake hands. I've never known him to react like that to anyone. He'd always been reluctant to socialize stating that he liked keeping his life simple.

Xander's reaction was equally, interesting. Though his body didn't show it, something deep in his eyes seemed disappointed at Frank's welcome. From what little I knew of him, Xander was not one to shut down at rejection. Yet, he'd gotten unusually closed off all of a sudden. At his question about the car, I signaled for Inigo to stay quiet. He would have rattled on and on about the car and how Frank had gotten it. But I wanted Frank to answer. The glare he gave us didn't work. He should know by now that his glares don't work on us.

Another point of interest was that the tension between these two was thick. I had never seen Frank actively try so hard not to talk to someone. There's a story here between these two and had been since it was noticed that Frank was staring at the agent's picture last night. Well, the next few days will definitely be full of excitement and intrigue it seemed.

*****

As Frank drove he couldn't shake the feeling that kept creeping up on him since he first looked into Xander Cage's eyes. He knew this man but that was impossible they'd never met. Maybe it was another one of Boris' friends from his life. A damned nuisance I'd say this whole reborn soul thing, especially if it attracted some truly dubious characters like this Xander Cage. I knew I was rude back there but I couldn't...wouldn't let myself be run by another's life. Especially a life I didn't remember. There was no one from my life that would return for me. So it must be someone who would return for Boris. Then if that's the case why was it he felt familiar to me and not Boris. It didn't matter anyways he'll be gone in a few days and then all will be back to normal. 'If that's true then why do you feel like when he leaves a part of you will leave with him', a little voice inside him whispered. Ruthlessly shoving it down, Frank let the routine of driving sooth his troubled mind but it didn't ease the growing ache in his heart.

*****

Council Meeting Room:

The more I saw the more impressed I was by everything I'd seen. The castle's authenticity was impressive, functional and oddly welcoming. It was well patrolled, protected and defensible yet unobtrusively so. It reminded me of the chateau that Yorgi and crew had commandeered for themselves back in Prague. Except this one didn't have any overt machine gun nests and guardhouses showing, not to mention this place showed the owners had taste. I didn't see any signs of security cameras but considering the level of patrols roaming around, they must be hidden somehow. Nice job they did of it too, couldn't see any obvious hiding spots. Man I'd love to sit with whoever did their security to learn more. Gibbons would have a cow if I suddenly were able to locate and bypass hidden security monitors and panels without any help from Shavers.

The suite I was assigned to was better than any four star hotel I'd ever seen. Sadly I must admit that it was also better than my loft. Like calling a Lamborghini just a sports car it didn't compare. The whole place was a contradiction of traditional merged with modern and contemporary stuff. This hallway alone showed images of past people and events amongst some of the most interesting pieces of modern art I had ever seen. Not that I truly knew anything about art.

I felt the tension rise as we approached a set of double doors flanked by four guards. "Are we there yet?" I asked with as innocent a look as I could muster.

"What are you now, six? You didn't act this way on the plane nor in the car," Westley replied.

"Well, I had a hell of a lot on my mind to deal with, like the bombshell you dropped about vampires being real," I complained.

"Yes, well you see we did try to break it to you gently. No?" Inigo commented.

"Oh, really. Giving me a vague history and social lesson was trying. Freaking me out at thirty thousand feet was trying," I rattled off.

"We didn't say we did a good job of it, now did we? Just that we tried," Westley clarified with a smile.

I looked to make sure he was joking and sure enough there was the smile. I couldn't help but laugh. Even though I had no clue what I was going to face when we got through those doors. All I knew was that having these two here meant it was going to be a riot.

Entering this inner sanctum was weird. It looked like any other meeting room except that the people gathered around were all so eclectic. You had young and old, tall and short, dark and light, all mingling with each other. All different types of languages were being spoken. It was like walking into a United Nations mixer except some of the people seemed oddly familiar. I just couldn't place names. Not to mention there were some hot ladies here as well talking to some of the oddest guys. I never did well in formal settings; though this seemed formal it was also very informal once again showing the contradictions that I had noticed earlier.

I spotted Gibbons standing next to two old guys, one of them being a short Asian dude while the other was tall, willowy and with one hell of a snowy white beard. He was looking all happy with himself, which just irked me to no end.

"Yo, Scarface. What the hell is going on man? You drag me all over fucking Europe just for a fucking convention," I said stalking over to him. "You know I have half a mind to kick your ass..." I was cut off by two of the most serious looking guys I have ever met who came out of nowhere to stand between us. I looked around in surprise as a half dozen or more folks stood guard over various other people, just as these two were doing for Gibbons and these old guys. I slowly put my hands up showing no harm, no foul. "Yo, Gibbons what the hell is going on? You pulled a lot of stunts on me but I never thought you'd stoop this low just to get rid of me."

"X…Xander, when are you going to learn to look before you leap? That's what got you on my radar to begin with," he answered shaking his head. "It's alright folks, Xander would never hurt me. At least not intentionally, besides he's all bluster and no muster," he said to the room at large never taking his eyes off me.

"Says, you. You old warhorse," I denied. "Now, cut the bull and tell me why the hell you had them drag me here?" I pointed to Inigo and Westley over my shoulder, which I then noticed were just as much in a protective stance as the others were except they were doing it for me. That little tidbit startled me. No one's ever had my back, especially since I started doing work for the NSA. I turned back to Gibbons joking, "I guess I should be glad that this time you didn't kidnap me to get me here, huh?" to cover my unease with the knowledge.

"A kidnapping Augustus? Even for you and your line of work I find that a bit extreme as a recruitment effort," the old dude with the beard said. He had a richly cultured English accent that showed he was well educated.

To my surprise Old Scarface actually looked a bit ashamed or was it embarrassed about this tidbit coming out. So I ran with it. "Yeah, he had guys come to my loft, blowing out the windows during a party I was having. Then they shot me with a tranq dart and gave me some stupid diner test. When that was over I was darted again by Scarface here, himself. Next I knew two others and me were on a plane heading who knew where. We were then pushed out of the plane with drag chutes as it did a hot landing. It was a few miles later we realized we'd been dropped in Columbia right near a cocaine crop farm," I was in heaven; with each sentence Gibbons seemed to squirm a bit more.

"We got captured and the head guy was about to start carving into me when the Columbian army decided that it was gonna raid the place. We took advantage of the confusion and got free but not before one of us was hit. The other guy just grabbed a kilo of coke and ran. I got the two of us out of the shack we were in and was trying to find transportation out but nearly got shot by the army thinking I was part of the whole operation. By the time I made it back to where I had hidden the other guy we had been surrounded by U.S. soldiers who hog tied us until he showed up," I jerked my thumb at Gibbons. "And that was the wonderful way that Scarface here blackmailed me into being in the NSA. Either that or go to jail."

"What would you have gone to jail for?" The short Asian dude asked.

"Ah, you see I do stunts and stuff," I answered rubbing my head. "For this one stunt in particular, I stole a Senator's car and filmed myself driving it off a bridge as I chuted down from the car. But the guy was a real dick. I pretended to be a valet where he was taking his mistress for lunch. He had the nerve to assume I was Mexican and didn't know English. I say he got what he deserved, the ignorant prick," I finished.

White Beard looked to Gibbons, "It seems my dear, Augustus that you have your hands full with this one," he said with an indulgent smile.

The smile on Gibbons' face surprised me, his words even more so. "Yes, I do Albus. But as I said he's passed the Gibbons Test. He's worth it even if he doesn't see it."

"I see. Well, then everyone since we are all here, shall we begin," Albus ordered.

I looked around confused. Who the hell were these people and why was I here anyways. Inigo and Westley gently tugged me toward a chair. It was then that I noticed Frank had been with them protecting my back. I caught a quick glance of his face and noticed something that could have been relief flash in his eyes but then it was gone, once again leaving me to wonder if I was imagining things. My attention was drawn away when I noticed that Inigo and Westley had taken up positions on both sides of me as if still protecting me. I couldn’t believe it. Why the hell would they want to do that? I mean I'm nobody. I'm expendable the bottom of the barrel kind of guy, as I've been told time and again. No loss to anyone. Why bother with me?

*****

I had been torn about whether or not to protect my chosen or the anomaly called Xander Cage. In the end I'd decided to stay somewhere in the general area of Xander. At least that way I could help stop him from doing anything rash and still protect my chosen.

The emotions that flashed through me at Xander's little history of his recruitment disturbed me. When he first approached Gibbons I felt wary surprise and then as he talked anger, fear, shock and protectiveness reared their heads. Things I hadn't felt for any one person since Edward's death. Why did I feel these things for a person from Boris' past? It's not like I can relate to them their out of my time reference even if it was here in this age. Was it a relative of his perhaps that would explain the possessiveness I felt but it didn't feel right. Well whatever it was it would be gone soon. That thought caused his heart to ache worse than before.

He needed to talk to Carl, he knew more about Boris. He could help me with this problem later. If there was time enough for a later. With that settled I focused my mind on the task at hand.

*****

Xander wasn't pleased with the way the meeting had gone. I've given almost the same identical report that I'd given to Gibbons. Then discussions of when to hit the places commenced. It was the general consensus that the sooner the better even if all the top players hadn't arrived yet. It would be a three-pronged strike hitting the chateau, warehouses and the meeting place practically simultaneously. The way this was to be accomplished was by recruiting some help from chosen who worked in law enforcement as well as those they called hunters which seemed to include Inigo and Westley.

When those who needed to focus on the operations left about a dozen or so people remained. That was when the questions had started in earnest about me. It was almost as bad as what I'd dealt with at that creepy lunch meeting. These people wanted to know all about me and my family it was unsettling. They didn't do it in a threatening way it just felt so intrusive. It was like they wanted to know everything about me and crawl into my head. Nobody spent that much time trying to get to know me unless they were looking for an angle.

But Gibbons had said that these were good people and once they got to know me would protect me for life. Do I trust his word that I'm safe with these people or do I consider this a potential threat? Gibbons wouldn't really bring me here for something really dangerous that's beyond my abilities...would he? Nah, I trust him to do what he's got to do. 'But do you trust him with your life and very soul', a small voice whispered. The saddest part about that was I could only answer no. The last person to be trusted with those betrayed me violently.

*****

It was obvious to me X wasn't taking this very well. He was getting that brooding about to explode look. The same look he gave me when I bluffed about an extermination team going in to wipeout Yorgi's base. Frank wasn't faring any better, as well it seemed. I wonder if he realized how close he'd moved toward X while the questions picked up and X's agitation grew. The look on his face though seemingly calm and contained, for those who knew him it was anything but. Seems like it was time to interrupt and put Xander and Frank out of their misery.

"Excuse me," I said getting everyone's attention. "Maybe, I should explain things a bit more to X. All these questions are wonderful but at this moment there is a bigger threat that needs to be attended to and all other side issues can be tabled for later."

I looked over at Albus to see if I had permission to proceed and when I got the nod I continued on. "X, here's the deal. To begin with the three you had lunch with were rogue vampires two of which are very vicious when it comes to interfering with the clans. Particularly a few European clans and Sylum based in the states. Sylum has a lot of friends in other clans, so if things were to get difficult for them then it could and most likely would impact on most of the vampire community in one way or another.

Now, the thing we have figured out is that their interest in you is linked to the fact that you are physically very much like two other vampires. So much so as to be a potential biological descendent and if that is the case then the rogues will use you to harm the clans. Because there is nothing outside of harming a mate that vampires wouldn't do to protect their descendants. It's just the way the good ones are. Don't get me wrong even though they are vampires they are still human in what they feel. They do love to welcome one of their own in," Gibbons was cut off by someone's sudden entrance.

"I'm here as ordered. Who do I have to kill?" Riddick stated while walking toward the center of the room.

"Welcome, Richard. It's nice to see you again as always. I see your manners haven't improved in your absence. Augustus was just clarifying things here for Mr. Cage," Albus said as he pointed to where X was sitting.

Riddick looked to where Albus pointed, taking note of the lack of hair, the clothes and overall general resemblance to his descendant Dom. It was nice knowing his line bred true because there was no way anyone wouldn't believe he wasn't a Riddick by blood. He returned his attention back to Dumbledore. "So why was I requested?"

"You are here to...help handle a rogue problem concerning Dorian Grey, Philip Le Bel and some as yet unknown rogues. You can get the specifics from Bourne or Kirill later but right now I would like for Augustus to finish his explanations to Mr. Cage," Albus stated making it clear Riddick were to stay for this part of the meeting. "Continue please, Augustus."

"As I was saying, the rogues you encountered would use you as a pawn to try and hurt or hinder any vampire that got in their way. Especially if they felt that vampire had an extra special connection with you," Augustus finished.

"So you think because I resemble some other vampires that I am in danger. That's why you had me come all the way here, isn't it? As protection so to speak so I wouldn't be a cause for your mission to shit the bed. You think I'd end up messing it up. What after all the shit you've put me through in the last three months you still don't trust that I could do the job. Fat lot of good passing your damn Gibbons test does me in light of that," Xander said and walked out of the room. Inigo and Westley quickly followed him after a brief nod from Dumbledore.

"It seems Richard, this one has more fire in him than your other descendant and is a lot more like you," Dumbledore observed Frank unobtrusively slip out behind Inigo and Westley. "And it also seems like he'll be with us permanently, Augustus."

*****

It was too much. I couldn't think, couldn't figure out the angles. Too much concern and honest curiosity aimed at me. There wasn't a single fake set of sentiment in the room the entire time. It was something I never had. All my connections with people were loose and free no one counting on me and me counting on no one. Yet in the short space of a few hours I wanted to be able to keep the little I'd found here with Westley and Inigo and yeah, even with Frank. I know I'm not much and I shouldn't get my hopes up but what if what Gibbons' said about them were true. There's never been anyone before who did or would do that. Nobody took care of me except me. 'So why did Inigo and Westley do so when you thought you were going to be attacked', that small voice inside said. I'm really beginning to hate that damn voice.

I was getting frustrated, as I couldn't remember how to get back to my rooms. I knew I should wait for the others but I really didn't want to face anyone. I knew that Westley and Inigo weren't far behind and suspected if I turned around I'd see Frank not far behind them as well.

That was another problem I couldn't figure out. What was Frank's deal? One minute he's ignoring me the next he's backing up Inigo and Westley protecting me. It wasn't like I hadn't noticed. And why am I so aware of the guy? Why when he's close something inside me eases and unwinds? Why is it that when he's near I get a hint of the same feelings I get when I successfully conquer a stunt, that sheer rush of joy and happiness.

It's not like we can possibly have anything in common. At least with the other two, I could see they had a fun loving side and could probably appreciate some of the things I do. But Frank's so serious and uptight that he could probably make diamonds with his ass. I can't see what it is about him that's just pushing all my buttons. He's not what I usually look for in a friend. He makes me want to push him out a plane without a chute and at the same time makes me want to freefall right along with him.

There's never been a person in my life that I've immediately wanted to get to know for no other reason than to know them. My normal interest is how quickly I can get in their pants or what can they do for me. But Frank makes me think of what can I do for him not what he can do for me. What makes him such a tight ass and how did he come to be with these people? I've never really wanted to know these kinds of things about someone before without having a reason, so why now and why him?

*****

It was obvious to me after the council's questioning that Xander Cage didn't have an easy life. The fact that he wasn't more of a criminal was surprising. In similar circumstances anyone else would have many more vices and violent tendencies. All Xander had ended up with was his adrenaline addiction and a flagrant disregard for authority. I noticed how the personal stuff seemed to put him on edge and knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that kind of concern especially when you had never been on it before. And it seemed as if Xander had never known anyone who didn’t want something from him. It's no wonder he's the way he is.

Why does that thought cause me sadness? Why does it make me want to take care of him and replace some of the pain with joy? I really need to get laid then if I am having those kinds of thoughts. No complications that's rule number one remember that Frank. My life is to be simple and uncomplicated. Nothing to cause me worries besides council business and myself. No complications at all. Just everything as it should be. Keep it simple Frank because Xander Cage is anything but simple.

*****

I know I'm purposely avoiding my Childe when Frank has questions that only I can answer. But at this moment I don't know how to answer them without causing my childe pain on top of the confusion he's already feeling. There was so much I haven't explained that right now wouldn't be the best time. So once again I'm playing the absent-minded bumbling inventor hiding out in the labs supposedly lost in my work.

I dread the day that Frank will finally corner me and ask about Boris Valerious. Even when we were together before our falling out there wasn't talk about past lives. All my childe knew was that I'd turned him in order to fulfill his desire to protect others. After finding out about Frank's mortal life I figured it would be better to just leave any past life memories buried. It was one of the reasons why I never took Frank with us to any of the Slovak countries.

It was a bit of a relief when Frank had enlisted in the war it would keep him away from any place that would bring up memories. Though that had proved to cause problems on it's own as I had failed my childe in my duty as a sire then. A part of me knew I was still failing him as I worked here on avoiding him. We've only just gotten back to a friendly footing after all the misunderstandings and it took us close to thirty years to work through it all. My fear is telling him and losing him again to the anger. I don't think I can deal with another thirty years of tensely polite from my childe.

Well I have time to tell him if not this time then another time. I know he needs to know especially if Xander Cage is his soul mate as there are going to be issues especially if Xander was indeed the reincarnation of Edward, as I believed him to be. But time that's one thing us vampires have in abundance. And now it was time to focus on getting these weapons ready for the battle tomorrow and any other surprises I can cook up.

*****

Castle Gardens, Switzerland:

Riddick watched the recently discovered addition to his biological family. He'd grabbed a seat on the parapets of the castle overlooking the gardens when he'd heard his grandchild several times over leave his rooms. When Riddick had gone to find his own quarters he'd picked one of the empty rooms near Xander's. He wanted to make sure he'd be close by to protect him. That was why he sat here now keeping guard in this place.

He knew he needed to call Dom and Mia to let them know that family had been found but figured it could wait until this whole operation was done. He stiffened when he heard someone else approaching but kept still and at the ready just in case. He smiled knowingly as he noticed Frank coming into the garden. Looks like this one will be another permanent part of the family.  Having no shame Riddick stretched his hearing to listen in on the exchange between the two men.

*****

I can't sleep. I'm restless, that's something that I usually don't suffer from. Sighing Frank got up and walked over to the casement window that looked upon a small garden. Looking down there was a figure highlighted by what moon there was and immediately identified as Xander Cage. Something about the man's body language called to Frank. So without conscious thought a pair of jeans, favorite Henley shirt and shoes were donned in preparation to join Xander in the garden.

The air was crisp and fresh hinting at a potential storm coming when Frank exited into the garden. I love this garden it's small enough to feel like I am the only one allowed here but big enough to have a cozy afternoon tea party. It seems Xander finds it appealing as well. He's sitting in my favorite spot near the fountain. I walked over and sat on the fountain's edge opposite him. I don't know why I came out here but figure I'd let him tell me whether I am welcomed or not.

*****

I looked up when I heard someone coming surprised to see it was Frank and ignored the thrill at seeing him. He's not too bad when you get him out of those suits. What the hell am I thinking? Where did that come from? Curves are my thing soft round flesh with plenty of bounce to work with. I don't think of guys like that though I did worry that one time about Kolya. There's no way I should think this way about this guy? I don't need these kinds of distractions right before a mission it'll just cause trouble and gave myself a mental shake.

I look him over to see what a girl would see in him if she were to look. Maybe if I could figure it out then I can push it out of my head. He has a nice face a bit rugged, as the ladies would say. It's his eyes that probably do it they seem to speak to you without him having to say anything. Right now those eyes were neutral though not blank.

Without the suit it's obvious he takes care of his body well. He has a toned physique that reminds me of some of the snowboarders, lean and fit but still flexible. Don't know whether he's a vampire or a human but either way he's not badly put together. I can see the attraction he can hold for a woman. I think it's the whole stoic machismo thing he's got going makes you want to see him smile. There I go again back to that smile thing. I do want to see him smile though.

I take in his relaxed but alert stance noticing the Henley he's wearing, at least that's something we have in common, accents his torso hinting at its symmetrical V-shape the chest tapering to a slim waist. His jeans meant to allow ease of movement but still managed to accentuate well-toned thighs. Yeah not a bad package from what I could tell. Looked to have all the right things someone would want for a very fun ride.

I tear my eyes away to look at the fountain while I get a grip on the sudden image brought up by that thought. Where the hell did that come from? How the hell did I go from thinking what a chick would see in him to picturing him laid out underneath me? Don't know what's worse the imagery or the sudden blood rush I got heading south. Good thing I brought my jacket out with me. What now?

*****

Appears that Mr. Cage is checking me out, not the first time and probably won’t be the last time a guy has done that to me. He's probably trying to figure out how to class me. I don't mind if it gets him to relax around me that's good. Now what's this he's suddenly turned away shoving his hands in his pocket and wrapping his jacket closer to him as if scared? I inhale to see if there's something around that spooks him. Ahh, now I get it nothing scary except that he's aroused wonder why?

Well we can spend all night here but as he has a mission to complete tomorrow, which I wish he didn't as it's too dangerous. Hell, why do I care if it's too dangerous? It's his bloody job. Oh bother, might as well see what's bugging him.

*****

Riddick couldn't help but laugh to himself. He'd seen enough mates meet and bond that he knew the signs. His several greats grandchild subconsciously recognized mate but the Riddick sense of independence and stubbornness is fighting not to submit. Frank is being dense in regards to Xander being his mate it's as if he's scared to accept that he's found his mate. His vampire side though knows it if the unconscious shifts closer to Xander is any indication. If they don't at least get on with talking or kissing soon I'm gonna have to lock them in a closet.

*****

"What brings you out here this late? You have a big day tomorrow."

"I couldn't sleep. It's like my mind is in an end over end freefall and I can't orient myself fully to the ground," Xander replied.

"That's understandable you've had a lot to take in over the last twelve hours or so. What is it that you're worried about? Sometimes it's easier to talk or at least have someone ask you questions to think about even if you don't answer them out loud."

"I'm worried about being in another 'lunch' with those three creeps. When I left that chateau I swore I had a target painted on my back and felt that any moment I was gonna end up with a bullet in the back or something. It was the closest I've ever felt to dying even when I almost was in the past."

"Xander that was a normal response to a situation that had you worried. Especially when you consider that your assessment was probably correct. I'm not going to lie to you. I'd rather not see you go back there, as it seems that they've already targeted you. But I am not your boss and it seems as if you are the key to finding out the full extent of things. I don't like it that you're bait but I have to deal with that. I don't like knowing that my very own chosen has such disregard for human life to want to put you at risk like this. Yet once again I'll have to deal."

Xander blinked I couldn't believe this man I'd just met was upset on my behalf for being used as bait. What the hell? What business of his was it if I'm used or not. It's not like he really does care. Hell this is the most he's said to me since I've been here and it sounds as if he's trying to tell me what to do. Damn it, nobody tells me what to do except maybe Scarface and even then I still do it my way.

Before he could really think he started talking, "What the hell? Who the hell do you think you are? You hardly fucking know me let alone spoken to me and you're worried about me being used as bait. Well let me tell you something, everyone gets used. Whether it's as bait or for other reasons it’s all the same. Everybody is looking to use somebody for something or other. Nobody does things without a price attached.

I do this because my price is keeping my ass out of jail. Not to mention I get to play with some cool toys. Gibbons' price is he gets someone expendable and easy to lay blame on when the shit hits. I'm a wild card able to bypass lots of the rules Ole Scarface has to deal with. Even doing something I love has its price though that's one I am more than willing to pay. My stunts single me out from the nobodies raises me above the norm making all eyes see me. If the people it attracts aren't my genuine friends at least they respect what I can do. I'd rather have their insincerity than all the paved good intentions of a sincere stranger."

Frank stared in disbelief. I can't believe he doesn't see that anyone can honestly value him just for him. What kind of people had been in his life to make him think that? With that in mind my mouth started before the mind could figure out what it wanted to say.

"First off, I may not know you well but what I've seen of you so far I'd like to get to know a whole lot better," unconsciously Frank stalked closer to Xander.

"Secondly, the only way I'd be able to do that is if you stayed alive. I don't like seeing people used in any capacity that wasn't pleasurable for them. You obviously have no idea of your own self worth and how much you can offer to someone sincere enough to want to know you.

Thirdly, we may all have a price but I don’t think any price is equal to your life. I would rather have you safe than put at risk," Frank stopped inches from Xander looking deep into his eyes to get his point across.

Xander couldn't think. Frank's eyes had captured me. The intensity in those eyes just grabbed me and wouldn't let go. Our eyes just seemed glued to each other and we were lost in them. Both of us jumped back when it sounded as if someone was coming.

Confused, I quickly stammered an excuse to Frank and hurried back to my room. If it hadn't been for that interruption I don't know what would have happened next. A part of me was relieved but yet a part of me mourned the missed opportunity for something with Frank.

Frank huffed out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. I wonder what the hell that was. I had such an urge to kiss him and put my mark on him. In another second or two I probably would have and then he would have punched me in retaliation. He doesn't seem the type to take well to guys doing something like that. Sighing he turned and headed back to his lonely rooms the night seeming suddenly burdened with a sense of loss.

*****

Damn, Riddick thought. I just had to move to get a better look at the big kiss I was expecting. Shit, who'd have thought I'd misjudge on something like that. One would figure the Council would take better care of their castle and not have loose bits of stone able to fall down from the walls.

I just hope the bonding process hadn't started because if something happens to Xander tomorrow the council will end up loosing a transporter. That is something I wouldn't want happening to anyone, I know what that feels like. Well, one way or another I will see that Xander survives to bond with his mate fully and completely.

*****

Xander's Room:

Why do I feel a sense of loss and regret for something I'm not even sure was gonna happen. For one brief moment it was as if I was on a string lost in those eyes. What the hell am I thinking this isn't happening. Xander couldn't help pacing and with each step he became more agitated.

A knock on his door startled him. Wonderful, just what I need Frank coming by to tell me some more bullshit about wanting to know me and me staying alive to do so. I stalked over to the door intending to give him a piece of my mind but was shocked silent by who's actually there.

Riddick smiled to himself at the stupefied look on his grandchild's face as he stepped inside the room without waiting for an invite.

"Um...yeah sure. Come on in." What the hell? Why is he here, Xander thought as he closed the door. I'd almost forgotten about this guy and what he meant to me on a personal level. There was just too much going on for me to focus on any one particular thing.

"I heard you pacing. You should really get some rest. You've got a rough day ahead tomorrow," Riddick rumbled.

It's amazing how alike their voices sounded. It was something I never thought of before but now I wondered if that's how I sound to others. "What do you want?"

With a predator's smile Riddick answered, "What can't check up on my family? Besides figured you'd have some questions about your family's history."

"My family?" That's when it finally struck me. I actually had a family not the shitty ones I grew up with but others who weren't out to hurt me. I looked at the man before me and realized I did really want to know. "Yeah, I guess I do have some questions."

Riddick's smile turned less menacing as he sat down and began his little chat with his descendant.

After an hour of explaining some of his own history and about Mia and Dom, Riddick called a halt. "You really need to get some sleep. We vampires can function at long stretches without much sleep but you're still human and need your rest. After this is done we can talk some more and I'll give you the info needed to contact Dom and Mia. They'll be happy to know you."

Fighting a yawn Xander had to give in to the fact he was getting tired. "Okay, but I'm telling you now if either one of them pinches my cheeks I'm hitting somebody."

Riddick chuckled, "The only thing you'll have to worry about is them squeezing the breath out of you in a huge hug. Just remember you are a Riddick. You are of my blood and we fight for family and those under our protection. You have family now that wants you. So tomorrow fight for that family and your right to get to know them. Okay?" Riddick finished seriously.

Xander nodded solemnly, "Okay."

"Good, get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow before you leave," Riddick turned and left.

I got ready for bed in a daze my mind trying to absorb all it had learned talking to Riddick. I have family. Real family that actually may want me, that was full of history and love. I'd never had a sense of family honor like what Riddick was able to impart to me. This was something I could hold on to as real and my own. No glitter, no glamour and no fakes. These were the thoughts I fell asleep to.

*****

Morning in Switzerland:

Inigo and Westley had come by to get me first thing this morning. I, not being the best morning person was not happy about it. But after they took me down to breakfast and got me fed I was good. Riddick came by as promised and told me to watch my back. I stopped briefly to get my assignment duties from Scarface. It was decided I would go back first thing this morning and the rest would follow later so as not to arouse suspicion. I was to go about my normal routine with them as I always did and check in every two hours so I didn't get caught in the middle when it went down. After the briefing I was taken to the airport by the same ones who'd brought me here to begin with.

"What's going on?" I asked as I was followed on the plane by not only Inigo and Westley but Frank as well, though Frank had gone into the cockpit instead of sitting in the passenger section.

"Ah, I'm sorry. We didn't seem to explain things, yes? Frank actually lives in France so he's returning home. We also live in France and are returning home to meet with our clan leaders to coordinate with the others in this endeavor," Inigo started to explain.

"So rather than have constant flights all day long from here to France arousing suspicion we'll be something of the advanced guard so to speak," Westley finished.

"Why's he's up there and not back here if he's just going home?"

"Because I'm the pilot on this trip, so would all you lovely people, please follow the rule and buckle up," Frank said, as he made sure the door was secured properly.

Xander glared at the three vampires, "Is there anything else I should know of before we get there?"

"Yes, you will exit from the plane on your own at the terminal and the rest of us will exit in the private hangar at the airport," Frank explained. "Here's my number in case you need to be removed from someplace quickly. I am The Transporter after all," he handed Xander a piece of paper with a number and no name.

"Yes, that you are my friend. X, he'll move anything with no questions asked and all he asks is that the rules be followed," Westley teased.

Frank just shook his head at his friend and returned to the cockpit. Xander was speechless. Then the plane started its approach for take off.

I stared over at Inigo and Westley with the feeling there was a whole lot more to this than just what they were saying. "What else is going on?"

"Nothing, all is as we told you. Nothing more, nothing less," Westley answered.

"Do you trust us X?" Inigo asked.

Xander had to think about that for a bit. Did he trust these two? The answer was yes, yes he did trust them, "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Then trust that we are doing what we need to do to insure you are safe and that this goes off with the least amount of surprises as possible," Westley said.

"Okay. So after this is done you guys think you can convince Scarface to give me time off and show me some of the sights," I grinned my most boyish grin the one that said 'hey, come on you know you like me'.

Westley and Inigo couldn't help themselves and started to laugh. We were soon discussing where I'd like to go and what I'd like to see until we landed.

Xander's Rooms in France:

That was not a bad flight it was fun planning with them for afterwards. I'm beginning to think that what Gibbons said is for real. I can't wait till this is over so that I can get to know them even better and meet my family.

Distracted by my thoughts I didn't notice initially that someone was in my rooms already, it was Mr. Snake. "Um...hello. I didn't know you were coming by? I would have brought something for you to drink. Maybe even have ordered room service," I tried to bluff.

"You've been gone a while Mr. Cage. Thought I'd drop by and check on you. We wouldn't want someone of your renown to have any problems or accidents."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words and before I knew it I had been shot with something. I looked down and saw a tranquilizer dart sticking out of my chest. Not again. What is up with people knocking me out? That was the last conscious thought I had.

Mr. Snake aka Wall Street stood over the prone form of Xander Cage and sneered, "Well, Mr. Cage it seems your presence is requested as a guest of my employer. Hope you will like the accommodations," he laughed then like a switch turning off he stopped and turned to the two other men in the room.

"Pick him up and be careful. We don't want him to bruise, yet," he ordered with a feral smile.

*****

Somewhere in Lyon:

I'd had better wake up calls from room service, Xander first thought. Now that I'm finally awake I wish I wasn't. Oh wonderful, I've been chained hanging from a ceiling and stripped to the waist. I looked around the room and there was nothing in it that gave me comfort. Seemed to be in a cellar of some sort it's cold and damp. My bonds were too secure for me to slip them off like I did in Columbia and were attached to a hook I couldn't reach. I heard a door open and braced myself for just about anything. What I got was a huge surprise.

"X…how good to see you again, Dah?" Yorgi said as he walked closer to Xander.

"You're dead. I killed you."

"Dah, I am as you say dead but not in the way you saw. Though I must say it took me quite a while to recover from that little incident," Yorgi explained with a frown.

"So, what? You were a vampire all the time I knew you in Prague?"

"Ah, I see you know of my kind and how is that? Never mind we'll find out soon enough. But dah, I am a vampire. When I started Anarchy '99, did you think I wouldn't want to live to enjoy the achievements of my plans? I had a powerful benefactor to make that possible and he in turn gave me the chance to see my dream a reality. That is until you came along, X," Yorgi said as he paced around Xander trailing fingers across his muscles.

"I gave you the chance to join me once, X. You turned me down and walked away. This time I will have you with me," Yorgi leaned in close to Xander's ear from behind him. "One way or another."

"You'll never get me to join you. I won't go along with any of your schemes," I protested.

Yorgi smiled an evil leer causing Xander to shiver in his bonds. "Who said I am giving you a choice. These gentlemen will work on you and when you are at your weakest you will be mine," Yorgi walked out of the room telling the three guys that had entered something in Russian that sent Xander's skin crawling at the malicious smiles that blossomed on their faces.

Frank's House in France:

"What do you mean he's missing? Where the hell could he have disappeared? Has he ever done anything like this before Augustus?" Frank asked.

"No, Frank. X is usually good about keeping in touch when on a mission. The only thing I can think of is that his cover was blown," Gibbons answered.

"How long has he been out of contact?"

"He's two hours overdue and he never reported in after you guys dropped him off at the airport. We've tried to locate him via GPS and the last known location was at one of the warehouses along the docks. As a matter of fact his signal has been there all this time which makes me suspicious that he's not really there."

"Find him Augustus!" Frank severed the connection and called Inigo and Westley. "It's Frank. Gibbons just informed me Xander is missing. We need to find out what we can on where he's been taken."

"And what do you propose to do once you find out where they're keeping him?" Westley asked.

"I'm going to take back what's mine," Frank growled and closed the connection.

Time for me to call in special backup I hope with everything that's going on I could have their help. A familiar and loved voice answered and without pause I said, "Xander's been taken and...and I need your help," surprised to hear my voice crack slightly.

"I'll be there in a couple of hours. Is Carl there with you?"

"Ah...no. I haven't called him yet. He's still at the labs there tinkering with something for the strike tomorrow.

"All right then I'll be there as fast as I can and I'll be bringing guests."

"Thanks Gabe. I owe you one," Frank said as he hung up the phone. All I could do now was wait for more information and the others to arrive.

It was a relief to me knowing that Van Helsing was going to be helping me find Xander. He had, as much as Carl helped train me in vampire ways. So it's no surprise I thought of him as a second sire. It comforted me to know he'd come at my asking.

*****

Council Labs:

Carl was so engrossed in his work knowing that he was safe here in the Council Labs that he hadn't heard the door open or that anyone had entered until he'd been pulled away from the workbench he was at. Turning around to give whomever it was a tongue lashing, he stopped instantly at the look on Van Helsing's face.

"What's happened? Is it Frank? What's wrong?" Carl babbled.

Van Helsing looked at his dear friend and noticed the sincere worry and his irritation at his friend lessened. "Your childe is fine but it seems Xander Cage is missing and Frank called me to ask for help. It should have been you he called first."

Carl bent his head ashamed and knew that Gabriel only spoke the truth. "I know."

"You told me you wanted to come with me on this trip to visit with him and work more on mending things between you two. Instead you're here working on your gadgets instead of spending time with him. If I didn't like you so much Carl and I had someone else who knew how to make the perfect weapons for me, I'd kick your ass right now. Come on your childe needs you as well as a hunter to help find his mate."

"Frank doesn't realize Xander is his mate, yet," Carl said softly as he gathered some of his things in case they were needed and were useful.

"What do you mean he doesn't realize it? How can he think his reactions aren't that of vampire toward human mate?" Gabriel gaped.

Carl turned and looked Van Helsing in the eyes, "Because he doesn't believe himself worthy of having a soul mate. He doesn't remember his past life. He doesn't believe anyone from his mortal life would have loved him enough to come back for him. He's been through so many traumas to believe emotionally he's not worthy of anyone's love. He's never had faith to believe like most of us that each vampire has another half waiting for him or her. We're sire and childe but we've been more like strangers than anything else. His whole existence as a vampire has been one of duty, self discipline and honor mixed with pain. I don't know how to break through that." Carl pleaded with his eyes for Van Helsing to understand.

Gabriel nodded, "We'll work on it after all this is over. For now let's try and save him from insanity because if Xander Cage is truly Frank's mate, I fear if Xander were to die, we'd lose Frank as well."

Carl nodded solemnly in agreement as they left out of the lab.

Frank's House:

Pacing back and forth is all I can do as I wait to hear word from someone, anyone on Xander's whereabouts. I want to be out there finding where he is. Discovering who has taken him and making them pay for doing so. I want to rip and rend them to pieces and then feed them to the fishes. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? What is it about Xander Cage that brings these feelings out in me?

I'm stunned immobile as a thought hits me. I've seen this behavior before. I've seen the results of these feeling before. It's always been at times when one of a bonded pair of vampires was seeking and searching for their hurt or injured mate. Is Xander Cage my mate? Is that why I'm all of a sudden a basket case? It can't be.

Yet I can't help but look at my reactions since laying eyes on Xander's picture. There was something in his eyes that called me. When we first met at the airport I felt a tug on my heart. Last night in the garden, we almost kissed. I've felt a need to protect him. I normally don't take to people so quickly at least no to that extent. When I looked into his eyes what was it that I'd felt. Frank collapsed on a nearby chair as the realization hit him. Could it be? Is that why I love his eyes so? They're the same eyes I knew so well once upon a time. There was so much pain in those eyes last time I had seen them. It's been so long since I let myself remember, that I'd almost forgotten what they looked like. Could it be that he's indeed my mate?

Hearing a car drive up made me look out just as Van Helsing and Riddick got out of a SUV belatedly followed by my sire in bumbling inventor mode as he tried to juggle a few of his gadgets out of the vehicle. I smiled fondly as I went out to join them.

"Welcome to Chateau du Frank. You made good time Van Helsing, how did you manage that?" I asked eyeing Riddick carefully.

"We had an excellent pilot," Gabriel pointedly looked at Riddick.

I couldn't help but laugh at the look of smug indifference on Riddick's face as if he had no clue what Gabriel was talking about. "Either way I thank you all for coming."

Carl spoke for the first time since getting out of the car, "Any word yet on what's going on?"

My sire's sincere concern warmed me as I explained things to them best I could as we went inside. "No, I don't know anything yet. All I know is since Xander was dropped off at the airport he hasn't contacted anyone, which leads me to believe he was intercepted between the airport and his hotel. If not then they were waiting for him at his hotel. I'm waiting for Inigo and Westley to get back to me with any information they can find. When they do we'll more than likely end up in Paris closer to where the action will be."

As if on cue my phone rang. It was Westley calling. "Tell me you have something?"

"We do. He was taken at the hotel. The desk clerk remembers your old friend, Wall Street, stopping by to leave a message. He must have watched as she placed it in his room slot to get the room number or he already knew it. When we checked his room his bag was just inside the doorway as if he hadn't made it any farther than that. Nothing else was out of the ordinary. Everything was as he probably left it when he left. So we know his cover's been blown and they now have him. What we don't know is where but we're closing in on that information as we speak."

It took me a moment to realize the growling I was hearing was coming from me. I had to take an unnecessary breath before I could answer, "Thanks, Westley. We'll meet you in Paris as soon as I can get us there."

"You're always welcomed my friend. Don't worry we will rescue him."

"Yes, I will," I grated out.

Looking at the others I can tell they'd heard, "Shall we take this on the road then gentlemen?"

Silently we all piled back into the SUV. During the trip I let the other's planning wash over me as I drove. The only thoughts truly going through my head were getting back what's mine that they'd dared to take.

*****

Carl cast worried looks at his childe. The silent fury coming from him was almost a palpable being with them in the car. It was an entity set on seeking its target so that it can cause devastation and destruction upon them. I only pray that when it is unleashed it doesn't claim my childe too.

*****

Inigo and Westley's Home in Paris:

Again I'm pacing. I hate all this waiting. I'm just glad Inigo and Westley are friends or else they'd have taken my head already. I'm that on edge. Xander's been gone well over twelve hours now and there's no telling what's being done to him. Riddick's only statement on the matter had been to say that Xander would be fine. Then he went out alone to do his own hunting we presumed. Gabriel wasn't too far behind him either. Most probably to minimize any damage Riddick may cause but then again I know how Van Helsing gets when those close to him are hurting. Though I'd never admit it out loud they all seem to know that I am hurting.

Carl's been distantly hovering over me trying to give me space yet still let me know he's there. He's nudged me to feed and sleep as the hours drag on and on which is something I truly appreciated. I'm glad he's here, as I don't know if I could get through this without that knowledge.

As a new day dawned more leads came in as well as the rest of the hunters and task force to deal with the smuggling operations. With everyone else having clearly defined roles I assigned myself to whichever team was hitting where Xander was being held. By the time everyone was set and all things were ready Xander had been out of contact for over thirty-six hours. I just hoped when we found him he's still alive.

*****

My childe's in pain and there's nothing I can do to ease it. I feel it as a deep ache in me a need to reach out and soothe him as I see the wildness trying to creep into eyes. It's a look I hoped never to see again. He's more fragile than he seems he just hides it so well under that calm and unflappable façade but beneath it all he's capable of deep feelings that hide even deeper wounds. Feelings, which are now entwined with one Xander Cage, dear Lord, please don't let me lose him. Don't let me lose either of them.

Carl vowed that in this battle he would not be a spectator. Others will not fight when I should. This time I will fight for my childe's sanity and soul. Any and all threats to those will be taken care of, as is my right as Frank's sire.

*****

Hideout in Lyon, France:

Through the smoke and noise I searched. I know I startled my friends, as they never had an occasion to see me in a killing mood. It was a nice feeling having my sire and Van Helsing at my back. It had been a long time since I'd felt that support and sense of family. I had no other thoughts save one; find Xander. I let whatever was driving me on lead me to him. I decimated all who were in the path to my goal. Vaguely I was aware that the balance had changed and Inigo and Westley were now with me. I looked around momentarily and saw Riddick fighting some unknown vampire as my sire moved closer to them.

My attention was once again brought back to my goals as I had a sudden sense of urgency. I ran in the direction I was being pulled heedless of all except that I needed to get to Xander, now.

*****

Yorgi had almost made it out the planned escape route but was stopped by another vampire. A Hunter by the looks of him and he looked suspiciously like Xander. That meant it could be only one of two people and because of the fact that he was obviously a hunter it could be none other than The Riddick himself.

"You messed with the wrong family. Time to learn some respect," Riddick growled as he circled around his prey.

"Nyet, I had the right family. I respect him enough to have him be by my side as we usher in a new world order," Yorgi knew he was no match but just maybe he'd be able to get out of this alive if he watched his steps right. He'd barely registered the other vampire's moves before he was engaged with battling him.

*****

I had been watching and protecting my childe. With Van Helsing on the other side it was almost like old times, better times. I saw Dorian heading down one corridor as two other vampires tried to escape in the opposite directions. I recognized one as being the one Frank had faced earlier in the year. I intercepted the rogue as he tried to sneak up behind my childe. Van Helsing took off after Dorian and Riddick had engaged the other unknown vampire.

"You sure you up for this wimp? You don't seem like much? Why would they bring you with them to fight us?" Wall Street taunted.

"Sir, I'd remind you looks aren't everything. I am very much capable of protecting myself," Carl readied his sword waiting for the young vampire's first move. He didn't have long to wait. 

The fight was intense but Carl's experience and training with Van Helsing won out. He was able to dispatch the young upstart within a short time. He stopped to look around and watched as everyone was cleaning up the last few rogues. Van Helsing was nowhere in sight and neither was his childe. Riddick with the other vampire captured his attention as he overheard a bit of conversation.

"...Will be mine. Xander was destined for me from the minute he walked into my club," Yorgi spat as he made a last ditch effort to break away and escape. His path was blocked as he ran into another vampire.

"So you are the reason my childe is now suffering. All because of your misguided idea of destiny," Carl held his sword to Yorgi's throat. "Well, I guess you won't be misguided for that much longer."

"He's mine," Riddick growled. "He messed with my family," Riddick emphasized his point by placing his sword at the back of Yorgi's neck.

"As he did mine, Riddick," ever the pragmatist Carl suggested a solution. "Together then as is both our rights, agreed?"

Riddick's smile was feral as he nodded. They both brought their swords to cross each other in the middle of Yorgi's neck. Both vampires being satisfied as his dust was scattered by a sudden breeze through an open doorway.

Epilogue:

It had been two week since my ordeal at the hands of the rogues. The many cuts, bruises and breaks I'd been given had healed well if not stiff and it sure beat the time it would have taken were I still human. Nightmares still came but at least now...now, I didn't wake feeling like I was still trapped in the nightmares and the real world was the dream. I don't even want to think of the reason why that was.

If it hadn't been for Riddick, Inigo, Westley, Carl and even Van Helsing, I'd've probably killed myself. I recoiled from that thought. That was an action I'd thought myself never capable of thinking. I'd always relied on my strength and being able to talk or think my way out of and through any situation. I'd always find a backup plan or way out but back there I had to have faith and depend on someone else. I never want to feel that helpless again but it was a nice feeling finding my faith wasn't wrong.

They said I was missing for a day and a half. A day and a half in hell, had felt like years. After the goons realized I wasn't going to break easily that was when the torture really got bad. Nothing in my life compared to the pain they'd dished out to me. They were sadistic bastards liking and enjoying what they did.

First they made shallow cuts in sensitive spots and then dumped heavily salted water over me making every cut sting even worse. Other methods were used in between the turns of cutting and salt water. I was beaten repeatedly and shocked with cattle prods, they had broken some fingers at one point. After a while I preferred the slicing and salt as opposed to the in between times.

All the while Yorgi would pop up unexpectedly like a little devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear. He'd talked about how we'd be so great together about what he'd do to and with me. It was those times I realized the real danger I was in. I tried to hold on to the strength and light in my mind. When I battled with myself to give up, images would be supplied of Riddick, Frank and the others. But it had been hard to hold on to those thoughts as I was constantly being worked on. There'd been only two times I was left alone longer than a few minutes. I was too out of it to really appreciate the break let alone figure out why. The last time was right before I was rescued.

Out of everyone I had met since going to Geneva, Frank was the last person I had expected to come for me though some part of me had said he would. I'd've thought he'd wanted to see me gone especially after the way he'd acted around me. He'd told me how the others were making sure we could get out without trouble. Inigo and Westley were guarding the door against more goons showing up. I remembered telling him to leave there was nothing he could do but once again the son of a bitch wasn't listening to me. I'll never forget what happened after that.

*****

Flashback:

"Xander? Xander! Come on...I need you to focus on me."

"Frank?"

"That's it, my Xander, focus on me and my voice. Listen to me; we don't have much time. You're too badly injured and you won't last the trip back to safety before you can get medical attention. I need your permission, Xander."

"Mission for what...this one's my last...messed it up not gonna have another one," things were blurring.

"No, Xander. Per-mission. I need your consent to turn you. Can I turn you Xander?" The pain in his voice was new to me. "Xander, please?"

"Why," I felt myself weakening, "there's nothing for me here."

"Yes, there is, Xander. I'm here for you. Please, don't leave me again before I can show you how much you mean to me." His voice had broken on that last part.

"You don't like me. Can't stand me," he'd started to blur even more.

"Please, Xander say yes. I need you to say yes," for a moment my vision cleared and the pain evident in his eyes took what little breath I had away.

I found myself saying, "yes" when I really wanted to say, "fuck off". But the voice that had been whispering to me often since I met Frank said that he needed me. I could almost touch the relief that had shone in his eyes at my answer. Next thing his fangs were in me and a wave of pleasure crashed into me taking the edge off the pain. Then he was telling me to drink, again autopilot kicked in and I drank. The taste hit me like I had drunk too many Red Bullsä it was strong, sweet, enticing but most of all soothing if traits could be tasted. Then the taste was gone and I was in pain again almost as bad as the torture.

Next, I knew I was in a bright and airy room with old style plaster walls. Overall I felt safe, painfully stiff and starving. A noise by the door caught my attention. It was Frank he was holding a tray with two huge mugs on it. The smell coming from those mugs made my mouth water.

"Great, I'm glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Sore, stiff, not in the kind of pain I was in before but most of all starving. Where are we?" I asked.

"Here drink this it will take the edge off your hunger," he said handing me a mug and joining me by sitting on the edge of the bed. "We're at the home of a chosen. It was the closest place relatively safe that we could bring you to for help, though we'll have to get going as soon as you're able to. We still need to report to the council. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I remember the beatings and tortures," I was startled by that pained admission. "Then they'd stop for some reason. I vaguely remember them saying something about how it might just be time. I was broken enough for some bond and they were going to go get Yorgi." I shuddered as memories flashed through my mind.

"That bastard! Wish he wasn't already dust so I could kill him myself." The rage in Frank's voice brought me back from my dark thoughts.

"Hey, it's okay. He didn't do anything to me, not then anyways. I'm figuring since I'm not in as much pain as I was and that this is blood. I've been turned."

"Yes, when I...we found you...you were badly injured and in need of immediate medical attention. You couldn't make it out with your injuries. I asked and you gave your consent. If you've changed your mind and feel you can't deal with being a vampire then we can t-take...make it so you can rest in peace," his voice hitched on that last bit.

As Frank spoke I remembered and heard that voice once again. Now, it was telling me that Frank truly needed me. I couldn't understand how someone could need me that much. But it was there in Frank's voice and eyes. Eyes that seemed familiar, that I'd seen before pleading silently for me to live and not to give up just as they were doing now.

Now for myself I accepted what was being offered to me. "No, I haven't changed my mind. I just need to know one thing," I looked at him at his nod I asked. "Why me?"

"Because you deserve it. Because...because I...I...love you and need you," he finished softly.

"How can you love me you hardly know me? You've constantly been an ass or ignored me. So how can you say you love me?"

"Because I love your soul. You complete me, Xander. You see, vampires have mates. They are the other half of our soul. Sometimes a mate is already a vampire when they meet. So all they need do is finish the bond. Sometimes mates find each other while still human and are turned together if necessary. Then again a vampire's mate may be human still and then are turned by their mate and bond.

If a vampire finds their mate but does not bond, if the mate dies before the bond is completed, they go insane. To what degree depends on the circumstances and vampire. Riddick for instance was starting to bond with his mate while human. But somehow Riddick was turned without the bond being complete and his mate died. As you see Riddick isn't all that stable especially when he fights and he holds no allegiance to any clan. Though he does respect Sylum's leader. He is not quite a rogue but at least we know he won't kill humans unnecessarily and won't create a situation that would allow a major revelation of our true nature," Frank finished.

"So what does that have to do with us? Are you saying I am your mate?"

"I'm saying we are soul mates. Our souls are half of one. Xander, when I saw you at the airport something in me recognized you as being a part of me. At first I thought it was something outside of my life experience. But I've watched you over the last few days and you stir something inside of me I thought I'd never have again, a sense of home.

When we're together you ease my senses and calm my mind. I want to let go of my control around you. I want to let you see who I am on the inside the part of me no one gets to see. My sire, Carl has only seen glimpses of that side of me and he's known me for over a hundred and ten years. I want to share everything with you...if you'd let me," his eyes pleaded.

I was totally blown away there he was with love shining in his eyes. The same look I had seen on Inigo and Westley's faces on the plane. The look that I was jealous of then was now being focused on me and I answered its call. I had no clue what I was doing. Guys never caught my attention except for me to say that they had some radical moves. Yet here was a man so obviously a man and he was in love with me. He wanted me; he was choosing me to be with him forever.

I checked him out once again, this time to figure out my responses to him. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way. The Henley fit him snug but still allowed him easy movement without restricting. His arms were strongly toned and I vaguely remembered feeling safe in them. I knew his hands were capable of breaking bone but were also extremely gentle if my memory was right. From the remembered bits back to safety I knew his chest was comfortable and well defined. His legs were enclosed in loosely cut denim jeans that stretched across his muscled thighs as he sat on the bed with me. Legs I knew were strong and capable considering he'd carried me out of my nightmare.

I was blindsided by the image of those legs wrapped around me and it gave my body such a rush. I wasn't the only one to notice as a sudden fire burned in Frank's eyes. His normally hazel eyes glowed golden. His eyes were fixated on my lips when I nervously wet them with my tongue. An unfamiliar scent had my body jonesing for something. It was as if I was caught mid air by his eyes and couldn't move as his face came closer to mine.

The kiss started gently was full of love, want and need...all for me. A moan escaped without my permission and then Frank was devouring me. My hands instinctively grabbed on to his shoulders to anchor me, I was freefalling into the emotions swirling around and within me. He pressed me back further into the bed and when his body pressed against mine sparks shot through my blood. It was the most awesome feeling and I wanted more. Before things got out of hand, Inigo had interrupted.

"Ah...I'm sorry…didn't mean to disturb anything. You see I...ah...wanted to see how X was, yes? And seeing as he is in your capable hands Frank, I shall take my leave, yes?" He'd said walking backwards out the door with a gleam of amusement in his eyes. After Inigo had gone we'd looked at each other but the moment had been broken.

*****

A week had passed before the subject came up again. That first week recovering Frank had stayed by my side but never pushed. He didn't talk about mates but instead he told me a little about his life, Edward and what he'd meant to him. Now a week after getting a clean bill of health I was going to him. No matter how I sliced it, it came back to what happened in that room and the feelings it brought out. The need to feel that fire in my blood, completeness in my heart and soul was building to suck me under its weight. That was why I found myself standing here asking to enter his rooms.

I felt nervous hope and anticipation mixed with my fear and uncertainty but it felt barely there. Must be my imagination working overtime. When Frank opened the door and I looked into those eyes, I knew I was lost. My feet carried me through the door without thought and straight into his arms. In that moment I stepped off the ramp and reached out to the sky for a chance at happiness. Happiness I had been told I was unworthy of but his eyes promised that I was.

*****

I looked over at the man asleep next to me, amazed by our bonding. My love and admiration for Xander had grown. The pain, insecurity and scars along with hope that was shared between us proved he was stronger inside than most gave him credit for. I promised myself that I would spend our eternity proving that Xander was nothing like what people said he was. Even if it meant I had to walk through fire just to prove it. I gently kissed my mate without waking him. With arms wrapped protectively around Xander I followed him into sleep knowing that I had a big job ahead and an eternity to do it.