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You sensed that something is coming, something monumental.

You're about to get sick, Beth, and I'm the only one who can help you.

I transfused myself with stored blood this afternoon,

and I feel fine.

I would like to try it.

Drinking is no longer palatable to me either.

No one's like Wrath. And he's deadly.

There's no one who will take better care of you.

- How do you know? - He marked you.

The warning's all over you as if you were a shellan.

If you spent half the amount of time defending our race

that you do chasing after that female of yours,

we might not have lost Darius.

Fuck you, you arrogant asshole.

- What happened? - Suspended without pay

pending the conclusion of an internal investigation and...

they'll officially can me.

Vampires were created by the Scribe Virgin.

The strongest males were chosen.

Those warriors were bred through the strongest females over generations

until a separate subspecies of vampires emerged.

The most powerful were indoctrinated into the Black Dagger Brotherhood.

Who are you fighting?

Lessers.

Humans who have traded their souls to the Omega for free reign of terror.

I'd like to see your eyes.

Beautiful.

Useless.

Beautiful.

I have broken the covenant with Wrath.

He has found another female who he wants.

She's human... or, at least, half human.

But make no mistake,

he will go to her.

And as for the brotherhood, well, I hate that they have to exist.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Will you stay?

I'm not sure I can walk right now.

Where are you going?

I'm meeting with my brothers.

Then we're going out.

Fritz will be here.

Stay.

I'll return before dawn.

You're going to fight?

- But you're... - Blind? Yes.

And I've been blind for 300 years.

Three hundred years?

Well...

gotta say you're holding up just fine.

How long will I live?

Hey, Wrath.

Hey, Wrath, I can't breathe.

You didn't answer my question.

I don't know the answer.

Well...

however long I've got, I wish you'd stay with me tonight.

Yo, Wrath? We're all here.

Will you be here when I get back?

I don't know.

It would be safer if you stay.

The change.

You'll need me.

The other door out in the hall,

it opens to your father's bedroom.

- You know her? - Another one of Big Daddy's.

Carla Rizzoli, AKA Candy.

- Same MO? - Yup. Throat slit, blood everywhere.

There was some residue on her lips like she was foaming at the mouth.

Medical examiner is gonna do an autopsy first thing in the morning.

- Anything found at the scene? - A dart.

Like the kind you shoot an animal with.

We're getting it analyzed. And I heard Big Daddy's pissed.

- He's looking for revenge. - Yeah, well...

hopefully we'll take it out on Beth's boyfriend.

Maybe a war will drive that bastard out of hiding.

Damn it. I can't believe she's actually protecting him.

Never saw that one coming.

- She finally picked someone, huh? - A total lowlife.

Yeah, well, we're gonna have to call her in.

Yeah. I figured that.

Listen, I'm supposed to meet her tomorrow.

Give me a crack at her first, will you?

- I can't do that, O'Neal. You're not... - Yeah, you can.

You just schedule her for the day after.

Please.

Come on, José.

You know, I got a better shot than anyone to get through to her.

- Why is that? - She watched him almost kill me.

I guess Tohr isn't showing up tonight.

That's not like him.

I took a piece out of him when I shouldn't have.

I need to apologize to him.

That'd be a surprise.

- Am I that awful? - No.

- You're just not wrong that often. - I brought Wellsie into it...

- Shit. - And how he feels about her.

Why?

- Get out your welcome mat. - How many?

Three, at least.

Yee-haw.

Evening, boys.

Christ!

We're cool.

You and me,

we've done this before.

You did your thing.

You're fed.

Now...

let's get Rhage back.

Relax, Hollywood. We're good.

You're doing good.

Vishous? We need a car. I gotta move our boy.

We just had a visit from the other side.

I hate this.

Yeah. I know.

We're going to get you home.

Didn't like seeing you shot.

Clearly.

All good.

What the fuck do we have here?

My favorite sound in the world.

Admiring my artwork?

You should see the rest of me.

What? Don't you like me?

Think you can run fast enough?

I'm damn sure you can't.

Get away from her, Zsadist.

Time to go, Z.

Not willing to share the female?

You only like it if you pay for it.

So I'll flip her a 20.

Assuming she lives through the sex.

You're not touching her.

You're not looking at her.

You're gonna say good night and walk the fuck out of here.

You're actually willing to fight for a human?

She's Darius' daughter.

- What's your name? - Her name's Beth.

And you're leaving.

Yeah. Sure.

Whatever.

Nice to meet you, Beth.

Are you okay?

He didn't touch you, did he?

I heard you scream.

No. No.

He just scared me. I woke up and he was in the room.

You're hurt. What happened?

It's nothing.

I just have to hold you for a minute.

I couldn't bear it if he'd... taken you away from me.

I don't want you near Z again, ever.

If he walks in the room, you come find me.

If I'm not around,

you will lock yourself in these rooms.

The walls are made of steels so he can't materialize inside.

And don't ever touch him.

Not even inadvertently.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Who is he?

And what happened?

Is he a warrior?

He's one of the brothers,

but he's nearly soulless.

He hates everyone,

except for maybe his twin.

Twin?

There are two like him?

Phury.

He's the only one who can get through to Z,

although even then, it's not a sure thing.

Zsadist respected your father,

so he may leave you alone.

Just promise me you'll stay away from him.

Rhage, man, how we feeling?

Belly hurts.

Going home.

Where my clothes?

You lost them.

And you're not leaving.

You're crashing in D's room.

Hey.

We're not waltzing here.

Will you lean on me, for Christ's sake?

I feel sick.

Indigestion's a bitch.

Do you want some Tums?

Alka-Seltzer?

Hey.

Come here.

Thank you.

Thank you for caring for my brother.

Wrath?

Who did you lose?

Lose?

Who did the lessers take from you?

My parents.

I'm sorry.

It was before my transition.

A long time ago.

It was winter.

Cold night in February.

We thought as the First Family,

we were safe from the lessers.

Our homes were well-defended, well hidden,

and we moved all the time.

One of our servants betrayed our location.

No!

No!

No!

Come on!

No!

No, no.

After they left,

my father tried to drag himself over to me.

They had stabbed him in the heart.

He gave out two feet from me,

reaching for me.

I was trapped there for hours with their bodies,

watching the pools of blood get bigger.

Some civilian vampires

came the following night and let me out.

Before the lessers left,

they pulled back all the tapestries from the windows.

The moment the sun rose...

all the bodies burned.

I had nothing to bury.

No crying.

It changes nothing.

I still have dreams about that night.

I should have been out there with my father, fighting.

You would have been killed.

As a male should.

Protecting his own.

That's honorable.

Maybe you needed to be protected.

No.

A male protects.

Never the other way around.

You still want me?

Why wouldn't I?

My parents, I did nothing to save them.

You were locked in.

I was a coward.

You were not.

I stopped screaming.

What?

I stopped screaming.

After they were finished with my parents and the doggen,

I stopped screaming.

The lessers were looking for me.

And I stayed quiet.

I clamped my hand over my mouth.

I prayed they wouldn't find me.

Of course you did.

Of course you did.

You wanted to live.

No.

I was afraid of dying.

- I was a coward. - Hey.

No, don't be ridiculous!

Hey.

You had just seen your parents murdered.

You stayed silent because you wanted to survive.

There's nothing shameful in that.

You were a victim as much as they were.

The only reason you're alive today is because your father loved you enough

to keep you safe.

So put down that warrior crap

and give yourself a break.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have...

No one has ever spoken to me as you just did.

Leelan.

Vampire talk for bitch?

Far from it.

Your language is beautiful.

There are no words worthy of you.

You're beautiful.

Warriors are not beautiful.

But you are to me.

You're utterly beautiful.

Where are you going?

Work.

I usually get in around 9:00.

I don't want you to go.

I have a life. I need to get back to it.

Your life is here.

You're tough, you know that?

Well, I'd better be if I'm gonna hang around with you.

I want that.

For you to be around.

Really?

Yeah.

It's fucking stupid.

It's crazy. It's...

dangerous.

Well...

then it'll fit right into your life script.

Yeah, pretty much.

Beth, you have to understand.

You'll be a target...

and I don't know how to keep you safe.

I don't know how the hell to...

We'll figure it out.

We can do it together.

So you'll stay now?

No.

I really do need to get to work.

You'll be back before dusk.

I'll be back sometime after sunset.

And I promise to call if anything weird happens.

I mean, weirder.

I don't like this.

Come on.

I'll be fine.

Only two kills last night.

Your quota was ten.

We couldn't find any.

I found one.

Quite easily, I might add.

Mr. O found two.

Well, the rest of us couldn't.

The numbers in this area have thinned.

The problem is not geography.

Care to elaborate, Mr. O?

The problem is motivation.

There are no consequences for failure.

Everyone leave now.

Mr. O, you stay.

If you ever pull anything like that again,

I will turn you over to the Omega.

No, you won't.

You wouldn't wanna look as if you can't control your men.

Careful, O.

You underestimate the Omega's affection for sacrifices.

If I were to give you to him as a gift,

he would be most grateful.

He would enjoy unwrapping you,

and I would enjoy watching it.

So mind your manners,

don't ever take out another member of the society

without my expressed permission,

and we'll get along fine.

Now, what do you say to me?

I can't hear you.

Yes, sensei.

Good boy.

Billy.

How are you, my son?

I just heard about Butch's suspension.

You think they're gonna fire him?

Off the record? Probably.

I need to bring you in. Another prostitute was killed last night.

Same MO.

I don't need to tell you how serious the situation is.

Your man is our prime suspect in three murders,

and obstruction to justice is a serious charge.

- He did not murder anyone last night. - So you know where he is?

He did not kill any of those women.

That's your opinion.

You've been a good friend, José.

Goddamn it.

Get a lawyer, Beth...

and fast.

- Thanks for meeting me, sensei. - Billy, how are you?

I was worried when I got your call.

And then you didn't make it to class.

Billy?

Someone's after me, sensei.

Well, I'm glad you came to me, son.

Talk.

You can trust me.

My dad's in DC as usual.

So last night, I had a few blunts.

You shouldn't do that.

Drugs are bad.

I know.

So my friends and I are by the pool,

and one wants to hit it with his girlfriend.

And I gotta go get the key to the pool house.

When I'm walking back,

a guy steps out in front of me,

like, from out of nowhere.

He was huge. Long black hair, dressed in leather.

Later.

And he scared the hell out of me.

Looking like he wanted to have me for lunch.

But my friend calls,

and the guy said my name and just disappeared.

I don't know how he got onto the grounds,

what with the walls and security and everything.

I'm kinda scared, sensei.

You should be.

Tell me something, Billy.

You got a girlfriend?

A couple.

Someone special?

They're good for getting off.

But they're all over me, and I...

Go on, son.

There isn't anything you can't tell me.

I like them better when they're hard to get.

Actually...

I like it when they're trying to get away.

You like to catch them?

I like to take them.

You know what I mean?

You ever kill something, Billy?

Birds, squirrels, maybe a cat or a dog?

Aren't you gonna answer your sensei?

Yeah.

Maybe. When I was younger.

How'd it make you feel?

Nada.

I didn't feel anything.

Okay.

Yeah. Maybe I liked it.

And your father?

Did this concern him?

Who cares what he thinks?

Billy, I know you've run away.

I know your father sent you up to prep school

the minute your mother died.

I know you got kicked out of there,

kicked out of the next place,

and then pushed off to military school.

It seems to me like your father's been trying

to get rid of you for the past decade.

I hate him.

Why do you hate him, son?

Because he breathes.

Let's eat.

And then I can take you home.

This is Tohr.

I can't take your call right now, so let me get back to you.

- Yeah? - We got issues. Another dead prostitute.

In an alley. Bled out. I hacked the coroner's database.

In both cases, the females had their necks chewed on.

Shit.

- Zsadist. - I keep telling him he's gotta pull back.

- You have to talk to him. - Tell the brothers to come here tonight.

I'm going to set him straight in front of everyone.

You know where Tohr is?

No idea. I'll go to his house

- on my way over to D's if you want. - Do that.

He needs to be here tonight.

True.

This is Beth Randall at the Caldwell Courier.

Leave a message after the tone, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Beth!

Oh, God!

Beth!

Beth! Beth.

Can you hear me? Beth, can you hear me?

Yeah, I got a probable drug overdose.

Baby, be still. Be still. I'm gonna take care...

- Take me to Wrath. - Fuck him. Drug overdose.

- I think it's heroin. - No, I don't have Narcan!

Wrath, I need to go to Wrath.

- I'm gonna die. - The hell you are!

I need him.

Goddamn it!

My brothers, we've got two pieces of business.

I have gravely injured one of you.

Accordingly, I offer Tohrment the rhythe.

In front of these witnesses, hear me now.

I absolve you of the repercussions.

Do you accept?

I cannot strike you, my Lord.

And you cannot forgive me.

I cannot blame you.

I will offer again at another time.

And I will always decline.

Now, Z,

about your goddamn love life,

I want you to chill it with the whores.

Or at the very least, clean up after yourself.

What are you talking about?

The bodies. The cops found them.

- What bodies? - Christ, Z.

Do you think the cops are going to let two dead women

- left out to bleed in alleys slide? - I don't know dick about that.

I know you too well to believe any word you say.

Easy, Z.

One of these days, my Lord, I'm going to...

Goddamn son of a bitch.

- Look what you did to her. - Nobody kills this human but me.

And he does not leave this house until I come back.

- How would you like to stay for dinner? - How would you like to be dinner?

Tell me something, boys.

Wear that leather to turn each other on?

Some kind of dick thing to you all?

I'd watch your mouth if I were you.

Why bother when you could keep an eye on it for me?

- You're gonna kiss me now? - Okay. Okay.

Back off, Rhage.

Hey. Come on, let's relax.

That's right. We're cool.

- Do yourself a favor and shut the hell up. - Why?

Blondie's dying to get his hands on me.

Maybe I find your wife and do her a couple times.

How's that sound?

I got no woman.

If the chicks won't do you, what makes you think I'd want to?

I wanted to piss you off.

Why'd you wanna do that?

If I attacked first, your boys wouldn't have let us fight.

Would've killed me before I had a chance at you.

You know what, I'm starting to like this big dummy.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

Dinner will be served in 15 minutes.

Hey. Are those the spinach crepes

- that I like so much? - Yes, sir.

Hot damn.

Hey, can I have one of those?

May I ask a favor? If you're going to bloody the human,

would you be good enough to do it in the backyard?

Let's eat.

Beth.

Beth. Can you hear me?

Damn it.

Zsadist, leave him alone.

Wrath wants the human alive.

I hope you decide to run.

I'd rather hunt you down than eat dinner with them.

Shit.

No, don't go out there.

Well, I'm not gonna hurt you.

How do I know that?

I'm a cop.

Not here in official capacity.

No gun, no badge.

He doesn't normally let your kind around.

I'm waiting for a friend.

What's your name?

Marissa.

I'm called Marissa.

Butch. Or Brian O'Neal.

People call me Butch though.

What are you looking at?

Sorry. You're probably sick of men gawking at you.

No males look at me.

I find that very hard to believe because,

man, you're so totally beautiful.

How about I try not to stare? That'd be good. Look at me not staring.

Not staring at all. Oh, that's a nice rug. You ever noticed that before?

I'm gonna shut up now before I make you any more uncomfortable.

I think I like the way you look at me.

I'm just not used to it.

You cannot be real.

Why not?

You just can't.

Well, I am.

You mind if I ask you to prove it?

How?

Can I touch your hair?

I can't breathe.

I hate this house.

It's too bad you're on all those college waiting lists.

Might've gotten into one

if my father hadn't forced me to apply to all those Ivies.

So what are you going to do?

He wants me to move out.

Get a job.

It's just... I don't know where I can go.

Anyway, thanks, sensei.

This was... this was really great.

Billy.

Yes, sensei?

What if you came to work for me?

You mean at the academy?

Sort of.

Beth, come on.

Come back to me.

Damn it. Don't you die.

I lo... I love you.

Damn you.

Goddamn you.

Don't you let go.

Beth.

I will not let you go.

I will come after you before I let you go.