The Dark Slayer   "Dark Slayer" EA Karras and Magnes 

  

Turnbull flipped through the consulate mail as he made his way towards
Fraser's office. He ducked the yarn netting hanging from the ceiling, and
knocked lightly on the door. The Slayer opened it, quickly and took a
glance around. "Oh dear. Again?" 

"He did it and ran out to hunt." Together they walked towards the lobby.
"I believe he's trying to distract us. You've noticed how he..." Turnbull
tripped, catching himself on Fraser's shoulder. "How he only does it when
the Inspector's out of town?"  

"Rebellion, Turnbull. He knows she'd never let him get away with it."  

They both shuddered at once. 

"It should be illegal," Turnbull commented. "One would think that with all
his power, Caine would grant freedom to the Molochs." His disdain for the
Vampire King was apparent even to Fraser.  

"I'm sure he does his best...." Fraser smiled, thinly. "Then, it's not as
if Lilith has done anything either." 

"Right." 

***  

Ray looked up as Calhoun entered the Gangrel Inner Sanctum. "What's
wrong?" The Gangrel looked absolutely pensive. "Somethin' happen?"  

"Ellery's dead." Calhoun made a face at Ellery's retainer.  

"What?" Ray stood up, shoving his glasses back on. It was not fair to be
the only vampire /ever/ to have to wear glasses still. He'd been a vampire
nearly a year, a Get for who knows how long. It just was not fair. "How?
Who?"  

Calhoun glared at him, heading towards the blood stock. "Guess."  

"The Slayer?" He knew he sounded way too hopeful.  

"Lilith."  

"Shit." Ray thought for a moment, following the Gangrel...well, he
supposed Calhoun was Elder now. "Did you tell Caine?"  

"No. He's talking to his Moloch."  

****  

Caine smiled at the Moloch, sitting down next to him. "Tell me what you
found out." He scratched behind Tom's ear, gently, enjoying the purring.  

"They're planning a raid," Tom whispered, smiling furtively. "On
Lilith...planning to spring Detective Gardino from holding..." God how he
hurt. Thatcher had been more than usually cruel last night. He closed his
eyes, resting his head on Caine's knee.  

Caine nodded, "Are you happy?"	

Tom smiled, shaking his head. "What would be the point in that?"  

"Thomas. Are you? Happy?"  

"No."  

Caine smiled, sadly. He wanted all of his subjects to be happy. "I'm
sorry. Is it the one we placed you with? Does she make you unhappy?"  

Tom shook his head. "No. She's...she's all right." He was lying through
his teeth, but he didn't want to get into that discussion again. Couldn't
bear to lose another thing he loved. /Adolph.../ He sat back on his
haunches. "I wish...I wish to see my son, lord...Please. Adam. I need to
see him." 

"Thomas, you know you can't..."  

"Please..."  

"Remember how much it hurt last time? He broke your heart, you said."  

"I know. But...I need him."  

A long pause followed. Finally Tom ventured to look into the gentle brown
eyes of the ancient. Lord Caine smiled sadly. He could not deny Thomas
this.  

"I'll arrange it."  

***  

"Benny, we're getting killed here!"  

"Not literally, I trust, Ray."	

"You know what I mean! Kowalski was one of us. A cop. He turned and he
turned bad."  

Fraser tossed his Stetson on to the dashboard, stiff from sitting for so
long as they watched the graveyard from across the street. In the back
seat, Diefenbaker slept, waiting to be called or fed.  

"Well, Ray, considering the fact that Ellery's descendant was being buried
the day Kowalski was turned, mightn't it stand to reason that he was a
victim of an attack by Ellery? That he did not, in fact, wish to be made a
vampire?"  

Vecchio shook his head. "He had no reason to be there."  

"That the police know of." Fraser smiled as he pointed it out. They had
gone over these points so many times it was almost like reciting a play. 

"Why do you always defend him?" Vecchio suddenly asked, glaring at his
partner sharply.  

Fraser smoothed an eyebrow, not sure of the answer himself. "I'm just
stating the facts, Ray..."  

"Your facts are wrong."  

"All right." He didn't wish to argue.  

Vecchio sat up straight as their snitch approached from the graveyard. He
got out of the car, walking towards her. "Hey Mina. Long time no see."	

She shrugged, leaning against the corrugated fence. "Yeah, well. You know
me, Detective."  

"Unfortunately. Whaddya got for me?"  

She handed him a packet. "Warfield's started demon running. Bringing a
shipment of Chaos Demons in from Canada. Some Primals from Maryland." She
ran her hand through her hair. "Caine's planted a spy with you guys."  

"Shit." He looked at Fraser, who was nodding as if he'd expected it.
"Who?"	

"A Moloch demon." She smiled as Fraser paled. "I see you know him."  

"Apparently so."  

***  

Tom closed his eyes, unable to watch the captive child sleep. Streaks of
tears were down the child's face, and he had seen a stuffed dog clutched
to his son's chest. Not for the first time, he cursed those who had done
this to his children, to Cecil and to him.  

He felt a hand on his shoulder and reopened his eyes. "I don't know what
to do..."  

"What you're doing. What we've ordered of you." Caine brushed the Moloch's
mussed hair back. "Was there anything else you had?"  

"One of the constables at the consulate works with a Knight." He opened
his eyes, leaning against Caine. "The knight has a snitch here."  

Caine nodded. He'd suspected as much. "Mina?"  

"Yes." He leaned against Caine again, he felt so bone weary. So tired. He
sighed as Caine continued to pet at his hair.  

"Come. You must rest...it won't be for much longer, Tom, then you can
leave here, leave Chicago if you want. Lie down with Adam, I'll have food
sent. The Inspector is away, you can stay here until the morning."  

Tom shook his head. "Where is /he/? He was here last time. He's not..."  

"Mr. Noor is quite well. We had to move him to a separate location." Caine
smiled, indulgently. Lying through his fangs.  

"I want to see him."  

"I'm afraid that would be impossible. He's quite busy at this juncture,
Thomas..."  

***  

He watched the green car intently, wishing he could see with his own eyes
and not the dark glasses. Try as he might, he just couldn't quite get this
vampire gig down pat.  

Calhoun was patient, but he knew the other members of the clan were more
than a little contemptuous of his inability to do the simplest things that
they could. He really hadn't wanted this. Ellery hadn't given him any kind
of choice. Calhoun, either, if what Josie said was true about Ellery
giving the order for their present Elder to be turned, too. Oh, well, so
long as Calhoun accepted him fully he knew he was safe.  

Mina approached the car. Traitorous idiot. Didn't she know they knew?  

Too bad she wasn't the reason he was here.  

He didn't care about Mina. It was the Mountie that drew him.  

He wished he had met that man before he turned. Tall, handsome beyond
telling, intelligent - he was perfection. Ray could admit it. He was
obsessed. Totally.  

Just like Calhoun was hot after the courtesan. Like Caine would ever let
him near the guy. 

He rather liked Grissom. He felt bad for him, too, since Caine had had to
resort to holding his kid to make him keep working.  

Ray found himself grining in the darkness. He could hear the Mountie's
voice and the annoying nasal tones of the knight. They had been talking
about him earlier. Fraser had defended him. That sent a glow through
Kowalski that would keep him going for days.  

He had to get that man alone.  

***  

Vecchio glanced up. He could feel eyes on him. He glanced at Fraser, half
frowning. "Someone's watching us."  

Fraser rubbed his eyebrow, lowering Ray's cellphone. He'd been explaining
to Turnbull what they'd been told about the inspector's...pet. "You're
sure?"	

"Of course I'm sure!"  

***  

Calhoun watched the Moloch with the sleeping child, and half smiled. He
wondered how the half breed would react to know that Cine was dead. That
the Enthos had been killed trying to escape.  

He knew that the two had grown close during their incarcerations. No need
to call it anything more. He didn't know how close. He was almost sure
they weren't lovers near the end, but he wasn't positive. 

Might as well find out.  

He crouched down and touched Tom on the shoulder, giving him a gentle
shake. "Hey! Wake up! Wake up, Grissom."  

Tom jerked awake with a sharp intake of breath, alarmed. He recognized the
vampire in front of him. The new Gangrel Elder, Calhoun. He hadn't seen
him in so long. Not since the last visit with Adolph. 

"What is it?" he wondered softly. This man was dangerous, he could tell
even without his psychic abilities. Still, right now there was no malice
about him and he looked at Tom with eyes full of...desire?  

"Caine lied," whispered the Gangrel. "Noor is dead. They had him locked up
and he couldn't take it. He tried to escape with your son. He was shot by
Zuko's men and that's why Adam is here now."  

Tom stared at him speechlessly, unable to accept what he knew was the
truth.	

"Caine was furious," continued Calhoun. "He honestly didn't want Cecil
dead. He's afraid to tell you because he thinks you'll go tell the Slayers
or the Knights."  

"W-when?" whispered Tom. He clutched at the vampire's hand, searching
those pale eyes for any sign that this was not so.  

"Last Friday."	

"No." Tom shook his head. His heart pounded hard in his chest. "No." His
fault. It was his fault. He'd left the door unlatched. Oh God. No. No.	

Calhoun moved his hand down Tom's arm to squeeze the Moloch's shoulder.
"I'm sorr...." Before he could finish the sentence, the world suddenly
tilted and he could himself pinned under a hissing Moloch. "Hey. Calm
down, I'm trying to help y..."	

"Who did it? Who?"  

"I don't know. Warfield, I think." He shoved at the half demon hard. "Get
off me, I'm trying to help you."  

Tom shrunk back, suddenly very afraid for his son. Again. "Help me."  

"Yes."	

"I want out."  

"I know. I'll help you," He smiled and held his hand out for Tom to take,
but to his disappointment, the Moloch hesitated.  

"Why?"	

He understood. "Because I'm a territorial bastard and I want to stake my
own claim. Starting here."  

***  

Turnbull looked up as the phone rang. "Canadian Consulate, Constable
Renfield Turn..."  

"Renny..." Tom. Turnbull raised both eyebrows in surprise. The Inspector's
pet sounded quite disturbed by something. "Renny, I need help..."  

"Do you?" He held the phone between shoulder and ear, polishing the
computer monitor. "What with, pray tell? Spying on us? Leaking
information?"  

"They've got my son," Tom interrupted. "They had my own....my lover," he
corrected, sure it would sound better than the truth. "They shot him.
Killed him. I don't...Renny, I need help..."  

Turnbull thought for exactly one moment. "Where are you?"  

"The park."  

"I'm on my way." He hung up, thought for a moment, and dialed the phone.  

***  

Fraser paused outside his apartment, thinking. He knew he was being
followed. He wasn't stupid. All he didn't know was by whom. He tapped a
finger against his forehead, and nodded.  

He headed down the back stairwell.  

***  

Oh, brother, like the sign language wasn't glaringly obvious. The Mountie
needed to work on this thing called subtlety.  

Ray Kowalski had spotted the look-outs half an hour ago. One of the few
advantages of being a blood sucker. He could track scents better than a
bloodhound. And, oh! That Mountie smelled good. Sweat and soap and leather
and something else that was exotic and spicey and positively alluring.	

Well, he'd let them play until they gave up, then pounce. He had time.
More than they did. Hell, he had all the time in the world and then some. 


***  

No luck. Whomever it was simply wasn't taking the bait. He'd even left
Diefenbaker home. Fraser had walked around his neighborhood for several
hours, enjoying the night air, but his mysterious stalker had not risen to
the bait. Finally, he went home and contacted Ray Vecchio to call off Huey
and Dewey. It was after midnight and he was tired.  

A knock on the door. Diefenbaker slept right through it.  

"Disgrace to your breed," muttered Fraser at the werewolf as he went to
the door. He knew who it was and braced himself for a barrage of
complaints as he opened the door.  

"Ray-"	

"At least you got my name right," smiled the blond vampire.  

***  

Turnbull found him sitting on a bench. He was playing with a ball of
string and looking completely out of it. "What happened?" He sat next to
Tom, but wouldn't look at him. "They found out you were the Inspector's
pet and decided to play with us?"  

"No. I was..." Tom twisted the string in his fingers. He was going to lie.
A lie was all that was going to save him now. "I was planted with her.
Lord Caine ordered the Giovanni to capture my lover and my child...I..."
He shook his head, looking down. "I don't know what to do..."  

"Why you?"  

Tom took a minute to answer. "In Baltimore, I was an Oracle. Still am, I
guess. But there I was /the/ Oracle. They thought I'd be viable for
them.."  

"And they killed your lover?"  

"Yes."	

"Why Inspector Thatcher?"  

Tom paused again before responding. "She...she works for Lilith."  

***  

"Dammit!" Vecchio slammed his phone down. "You've gotta go back," He told
Dewey and Huey.  

"Maybe he's asleep," Dewey offered. "Ever think that?"	

"Fraser? Asleep? You're joking, right?"  

"He's not a vampire. He's got to sleep sometime."  

"That is completely unfunny, Dewey. Move."  

***  

"Constable Benton Fraser," said the vampire, lounging against the door
frame. His voice turned name and rank into a caress, almost a prayer.  

Fraser stared at this wild, beautiful creature, so lean and elegant. He
knew this man. He had studied him for hours and days and months now.
Chicago PD's rogue Knight.  

"Stanley Raymond Kowalski," the Mountie replied in kind. The vampire
smiled in amusement at hearing his name.  

"My dad was a Brando fan. Me, it was always Steve McQueen. You've been
looking for me."  

Accused Fraser, "You've been stalking me."  

"I know a good thing when I see it," Ray said and smiled.  

Fraser felt a tug at his resolve. Despite years of training, he felt none
of the malice he'd been taught to pick up on. Either he was very good at
hiding his intent, or his intent was genuine.  

Ray cocked his head. "Want to go for a walk? It's stuffy in here and yer
werewolf looks like he wants out."  

Fraser hesitated.  

"Promise I won't try anything. I just...want to talk."	

He nodded before his brain could catch up with his heart. "Alright, then."
 

The smile returned, warm and sweet. "Greatness."  

***  

"What would you have us do, Tom?" Turnbull still wouldn't look at the
Moloch. "How could I believe you? Your entire prescence at the consulate
is nothing but a lie." He stood up, about to leave.  

"Please. I just...I just want my son," Tom begged.  

"I'll talk with Fraser..." And with that Turnbull turned on his heel and
left.  

Moments later, Tom glanced up and felt a cold hand on his shoulder.
"Caine...I..."	

"Oh, Thomas..." Caine shook his head. "After everything we've done for
you..."  

"You won't kill me..." Not when I'm with your heir, he thought to himself.
 

Caine chuckled, mirthfully. "Dear me. No...Of course not."  

Tom looked at him tearfully. "I just...want to live. I want to be left
alone to raise my son. I want to see my daughter again. I want to see
Adolph. Be with Alex...I don't like Thatcher. She...asks...demands a lot.
I'm so tired."	

With a gentleness and kindness that was genuine, Caine gathered the Moloch
into his embrace and held him. "Not much longer, Thomas, I promise you."  

"Please..." Tom sobbed against Caine's shoulder. His shoulders heaved as
the vampire rubbed his back.  

"Soon." 

***  

Fraser nodded. "Ellery forced you to turn."  

Ray nodded, unable to keep his eyes off of the Mountie. "You got it." He
looked closer. "Do you trust me?"  

"I barely know you," Fraser said. It was an equivocation. He felt as if he
knew this man his entire life.	

"But you know about me, I bet," Kowalski countered. They were walking
through a park close to the Mountie's apartment, Diefenbaker romping
through the brush.  

"You were a good officer. You have three citations for bravery. You were
assigned to the 13th. Why is that? Don't they deal exclusively with the
paranormal?"  

"Yeah." He broke a leaf off a tree, idley shredding it. "I can talk to the
dead. I also get flashes of future events. Comes in handy sometimes, but
it's a bit embarrasing. They...they feel nice. Real nice." He studied the
Mountie a moment. "Listen, Frase, I just wanted to give you a heads up.
Ever hear of Calhoun?"	

"Just the name, little else."  

"He's my Elder, a Gangrel. He's a badass, but a straight player. He
doesn't forget favors. He's got it bad for your spy Grissom."  

They knew.  

"Got it bad?" he questioned.  

"He's in lust. He's got plans and I don't know if Caine is involved, but
you keep Grissom safe and happy and odds are when it hits the fan, Cal
won't forget you did right by him. Capish?"  

Fraser nodded. "I believe so, Ray."  

Satisfied and pleased by the use of his name, Ray knelt to ruffle Dief's
fur. The werewolf, usually skittish around vampires, seemed to have taken
quite a shine to the blond.  

"Will I see you again?" Fraser asked impulsively. He was rewarded by
another smile and felt his heart start to race. What would Ray Vecchio
say?  

Asked the vampire, "Do you want to?"  

"I would like to, yes."  

A grin. "Cool."  

***  

"They know." Turnbull held the phone to his ear, and frowned at his shoes.
 

Thatcher sounded annoyed. "Who knows what?"  

"Caine and his followers. Your /pet/ was a plant. A spy." He tapped his
fingers against the wood of his desk. "What should I do?"  

"What ever it takes."  

***  

Tom sat with his son, visibly shaking under the child like glares Adam
gave him. The hate in his son's eyes was...frightening.  

It was too much. Everything was too much. He buried his head in his arms
and sobbed. He needed Alex. He needed someone. He couldn't do this
anymore. He needed out.  

He felt tiny arms circle his waist and sobbed harder.  

He heard the door open behind him and wouldn't look up.  

***  

"Where the hell were you?" Vecchio demanded. He'd arrived at Fraser's
apartment after Dewey, only to find it empty. No wolf, no Fraser. No one
had known where the Mountie had gone. It had been a saving grace that he'd
made an appearance only thirty minutes later.  

Fraser looked taken aback. "I went for a walk. That's all..." He glanced
down at Dief, warningly.  

"Oh, that's all. Really?"  

Fraser considered lying. "No. Not really...I was speaking with Ray
Kowalski. He told me..."  

"You /WHAT??/" Vecchio couldn't believe his ears.  

After smoothing an eyebrow, Fraser repeated, "I was speaking with Ray
Kowalski."  

Vecchio held his head with his hands in disbelief. "Kowalski? You were
talking to RAY KOWALSKI?"  

"Yes, Ray."  

"HE'S the one stalking you?"  

"Yes."	

"What did he want? Why are you still alive?"  

"He was actually quite charming, Ray, and good company. He wanted to warn
me about possible upcoming events and suggested we would do well to curry
the favor of one Elder Calhoun by protecting Tom."  

"Tom?" sneered Vecchio. "Double-crosser Tom, the half-breed Moloch that's
licking Thatcher's boots Tom?"	

Fraser winced at the angry barrage, knowing it was spurred by his friend's
worry and fear.  

"No, Ray. The Tom that desperately needs our help."  

Dewey snorted. "Help? I'll help him. To an early grave or a nice cell in
Hell."	

***  

Someone knelt beside him. He heard the creak of leather and saw a flash of
dead-white skin. Calhoun.  

"Hey, kiddo," he greeted Adam. Tom didn't look up, but he could tell the
vampire was smiling at the little boy. "You taking good care of your old
man?"  

Thrilled, Adam nodded.	

"Mind if I borrow him a few minutes? I'll bring him right back, okay?"	

"Okay," he whispered, giving Tom a bear hug before letting go.	

"Tom?" Calhoun extended his hand, waiting. The Moloch looked up at him
miserably.  

"Why are you doing this?" whispered Tom.  

"Come with me and I'll tell you why."  

Tom took the offered hand, and followed. "Tell me."  

"You told Turnbull what I told you? Exactly how I told you?"  

"Yes."	

"Good. You should know he's also working with Lilith." Calhoun felt Tom
freeze. "Keep walking. A...a friend of mine informs me that he's spoken
with a Constable Fraser. You're to return to the consulate in the morning.
Fraser will help you."	

"But why? Why are you doing this?"  

Calhoun turned to Tom, and smiled. "You remind me of my wife."	

***  

"Stop it," Fraser ordered. And for once they listened. "They're holding
his children and they killed someone to get what they wanted out of him.
They sent his eldest son to a genetic camp as punishment when he refused
to do something they asked of him. Ray Kowalski says he thinks the
Giovanni may put a hit on his daughter if he doesn't keep doing as he's
told..."  

Vecchio paled. Family. Grissom was doing it for family. He could
understand that. He might even do the same. The genetics camps...no better
than a torture chamber. "What are we supposed to do?"  

"When Tom comes back to the consulate, I think we should take him into
protective custody..."	

"We may not be able to if they got his kids," Dewey stated with sudden
sympathy. Childless, he nevertheless had enough nieces and nephews for an
army.  

"We have to do something. You see, it would appear my superior and my
fellow constable are not what I expected."  

***  

They met on a roof top far from the Giovanni territory, where their
presence was merely tolerated at the request of Lord Caine. Calhoun was
waiting for him. As always. He never beat the Elder to any of their
rondez-vous points.  

"How'd it go?"	

Ray smiled. "I think I'm in love."  

"Not that! Does Fraser believe you?" Calhoun rolled his eyes.  

"They're trying to figure out how to get Tom into protective custody
without endangering Adam. They want to move tomorrow morning."	

Calhoun nodded, thinking hard. "That'll do. Good." He sighed, sounding
relieved. "I'll get back to Tom and make sure he doesn't do anything
stupid. You keep an eye on Turnbull."  

"You always get the fun jobs."	

***  

Tom sat with his son, both of them staring at the wall. Suddenly Adam
crawled into his father's lap, hugging him tight. "Daddy..."  

"I'm sorry..."	

"They hurt Pater...."  

Tom sniffled, hugging Adam closer. "I know. I'm sorry..."  

"I love you..." Tom looked at his son, shocked. Adam had /never/ said
that. Never. Perhaps he had more of Alex left in him than he'd realised.  

"You shouldn't...I've hurt people..."  

Adam looked stricken. "No. They hurt you." He pressed his face against his
father's neck, huging him tighter. "I'll hurt them..." 

Tom smiled, affectionately. "I bet you will..." 

***  

Vecchio stared at the contents of Thatcher's office. "Damn. The woman
likes her bondage..." He muffled a snicker. "Then again, why should I be
surprised. She has a Moloch for a pet..."  

"Indeed."  

Fraser and Vecchio both paled as they realised the implications of those
statements. "Ew..."  

"Oh dear."  

They looked up as someone entered the consolate and both men hurried into
the hall. There was a storm on the verge of breaking and the sky was
almost as dark as night. The consolate was heavily shadowed, and they
overlooked the newcomer until he moved.  

Tom stood pale and frightened in the entrance. He looked to be on the
verge of snapping.  

"Tom!" exclaimed Fraser. He went to the Moloch's side and studied him for
a moment. "Tom, let us help you. We know what's going on. We've arranged
to get you into protective custody."  

"A-Adam -"  

Ray Vecchio moved to the other side of the half breed, more to support
than restrain him because he looked to be on the verge of collapse. "We'll
take care of your son next. First let's get you to safety."  

"W-where?"  

"You'll see when you get there. Then we can make a plan to save your kid.
Is there anything you need from here?"	

Tom considered. "My coat. I'm cold."  

"Let's get it."  

They went back to the small, spartan chamber that Thatcher had allotted
for her pet and fetched the jacket. They were about to leave when Ray's
voice rose up in enthusiastic greeting.  

"Hey! Turnbull! You're early!"	

Tom let out a whimper and shrank against Fraser. "He works for Lilith.
They want me dead. I think they figured out that I know where Lord Caine
is hiding in the city."  

Silently, Fraser closed the door, leaving only a crack. He listened as the
two men exchanged pleasantries, the whole conversation suddenly seeming so
very sinister to Fraser.  

Turnbull asked after Tom. Ray hadn't seen him yet. Would he like tea? No,
thanks, he was just waiting for Fraser to get this or that file he'd
brought home last night.  

They heard Turnbull enter the kitchen. Fraser spirited Tom to the door and
Ray bustled him into the back seat of the Riv where Dief was waiting. Then
Fraser hurried to his office, grabbed the first folder he saw, flushed the
toilet in the hall bathroom, and went and said hello and good-bye to
Turnbull.  

He closed the door behind him as he left. It was just starting to rain.  

He didn't know it, but Tom hadn't come in alone.  

James Calhoun rose from the shadows of the hallway, pleased with events so
far.  

***  

Turnbull looked up from his desk as a shadow fell over him. "James
Calhoun," he smiled, mirthlessly. "I suppose he's still with Caine."  

"Suppose away. You won't find him. Ever." Calhoun grabbed Turnbull by the
collar, and lifted him. "In fact, I'll be surprised if you find anyone.
Now, they might find you..."  

He dragged the constable into Thatcher's office and slammed the door.  

***  

Fraser kept an eye on Tom with the rear view mirror. The man looked
positively buried in his jacket. He'd obviously lost a lot of weight. "Do
you know where they're hiding your son?"  

Tom didn't answer. He was doubled over on the back seat, crying. Dief
sniffed at him, warily.  

Exchanging a glance with Fraser, Vecchio stepped on the accelerator a bit.
The sooner they got him to where they were going, the better.  

***  

It was raining very hard when they finally got to Father Behan's church.
They rushed him into the building and sat in in a pew. "You all right?"
Vecchio demanded, quickly.  

Tom nodded, not quite sure he was. There were quite a lot of people in
here, and none of them, he was sure, were here for mass.  

Not that it would work. Not once he'd entered the building. All that time
with Wyrm....any sacred spot he entered became unholy when he set foot on
it's steps. He'd made a lot of priestly enemies that way.  

Dewey slid off a pew, reaching Vecchio's side. "Welsh says there were
screams reported coming from the consulate. What happened?"  

"For once it wasn't me," murmured Tom.	

They were quiet for a few moments, listening to the rain on the windows.
Suddenly another body slid into the pew behind them and hung over the seat
between Fraser and Tom.  

"Hi, guys," smiled Ray Kowalski.  

Dewey and Vecchio jumped, reaching for their guns. Huey had his drawn but
didn't aim it since the vampire was so close to the others.  

"Nice work," he complimented, ignoring their reactions.  

"How can you be here?" asked Fraser, awed that Kowalski could enter a
church.  

Ray sighed. "I've still got my soul. I'm not too sure if I'm one of the
lucky ones or not." He smiled at Tom, sure that his secret had not been
told. He looked up as a priest approached and unnerved the man with a
broad smile that displayed his fangs.  

Tom frowned, "You saw James? 

"Yeah. He asked me to make sure you made it here okay and to tell you guys
785 Hibernia, fourth floor, don't move until he gives the word or you'll
all end up like Canada's sweetheart back in the Ice Queen's chamber of
horrors."  

Fraser and Vecchio exchanged a look. Turnbull.	

***  

The front door was locked and Meg Thatcher put down her suitcase with an
annoyed muttering. She knocked, expecting Turnbull or tom to open it.
Damnit, she'd ordered Tom to be there today. He knew what she was like
when she got back from traveling. There'd be hell to pay if he made her
wait...  

She finally was forced to fish out her own keys and let herself in. the
consolate was dark and she immediately felt her ire rising at her two
constables. What, she goes away on business and they take holidays?
Intolerable.  

"Fraser? Fraser? Turnbull! Tom? Where are you, you mangy little..."  

Nothing. Only slight echos of her voice. She was becomming concerned.  

Finally she unlocked her office and turned on the light.  

And screamed.  

***  

Tom closed his eyes. She was in pain. A lot of pain. He leaned back
against the pew, then forward again. His head rested against the wood. The
room shifted, and he felt like he was falling.	

Fraser caught him before he hit the floor, making him lie down on the pew.
Fingers slapped lightly at his cheeks, but he couldn't open his eyes.  

"Tom? What is it? What's wrong?  

"My daughter...my..." Tom finally managed to open his eyes. The room was
swimming, and four people hovered over him. "Someone's got my daughter..."
His voice was slurred. He closed his eyes again, coughing. He felt like he
was drowning.  

He was submerged in something. It wasn't water. It was thick. Sticky.
Blood? Oh God. Was she drowning in blood?  

***  

Adam looked around the small room that Jamey had brought him to, and then
looked back at his toy dog. He hugged it to his chest and waited. The door
opened, and Calhoun came in.  

"Hey, kiddo." Calhoun knelt by the boy, smiling.  

"Where's my daddy?"  

"He's on his way. You hungry?"	

***  

"Kowalski." Ray grabbed his phone on the third ring. "Yeah, well...we wll
be, as soon as we solve a little problem over here. Your friend, exactly
what is he?"  

They could hear a lot of ah's and uh-huh's and finally an unenthusiastic,
"oh, great," before Kowalski came back and stood beside them again.  

"He's a Moloch/human hybrid with psychic tendancies and possible latent
Slayer capabilities," he reported, then said to Calhoun, "He got a
daughter, right? Somebody just put the snatch on her. I dunno. I'll find
out." He looked at Tom, but the Moloch seemed to be drowning. "Shit! He's
connected! Break it! Break it! She's dying! He'll die!" He lunged, faster
than the eye could track, and slapped Tom across the face once, twice,
thrice. With a cry of agony Tom fell back into Fraser's hold, hysterical. 


"Shit," fumed Kowalski. "Cal, looks like they got to his daughter. Yeah, I
know. It had to be her. Caine'd never do something like that. The bitch
works fast. Alright. I will. Yeah. I'll call."	

He closed the phone. "He says it's all ready. Warfield's going down
tonight. You Knights may want to let the lieutenant know to keep his men
out of the area around his joint. Calhoun says it'll be safe to get Adam
as soon as Lord Caine gives the word."	

Fraser looked anxiously at the skinny blond vampire. "What about Inspector
Thatcher and Turnbull?"  

"Their employer just killed Tom's daughter."  

Vecchio stared. "Lilith?"  

"The one and only."  

***  

Vecchio and Fraser were delegated to get supplies. Food and such. Vecchio
didn't speak until they were a block away. "I did some checking on
Grissom. Background and all that."  

"And?"	

"He was a cop. Demon Squads. Quit after a year and a half. Know why?"  

Fraser shook his head.	

"Seems our Moloch friend was recruited as an Oracle."  

"Oh dear."  

"Yeah."  

There was a long silence.  

"You believe all that, about Kowalski having a soul?"  

"Yes. He couldn't enter the church otherwise."	

"Good enough for me."  

***  

Calhoun looked up at a soft knock on the door. He knew whom it was
instantly.  

"My lord."  

Caine entered the small room. He smiled gently at Adam, then addressed the
Gangrel.  

"Your forces are ready."  

"Your forces, my lord," Calhoun corrected. "The Knights should come when I
call. If they don't, expect Kowalski. He'll get you both to safety." He
looked at the wide-eyed demon child, then whispered tightly, "She got his
daughter less than an hour ago. I don't know if she's dead or undead.
Either way, she's lost to us." Caine nodded and Calhoun turned to the
frightened boy "Adam, this is Caine. He's a friend of mine and your
father's. He's going to stay here with you until I can bring you to your
father. Behave."  

He nodded seriously.  

"Go to your clan," ordered Caine, "and go with my blessing, Elder."  

Calhoun nodded, smiled as he touched Adam's cheek, and hurried out into
the night.  

Caine removed his fur-trimmed hat and embroidered outer tunic and sat down
on one of the chairs in front of the boy. "Adam?" he smiled. "Did you know
that's my father's name? It's one of the oldest names in the whole world."
 

"Really?" Adam looked interested.  

"Would I lie?"	

"You lied to daddy and pater," Adam said, suddenly. "Pater said you told
daddy you wouldn't hurt anybody. But you let them hurt Pater and Adolph."
He glared at Caine. "You let the bad woman hurt daddy. And you made daddy
do things he didn't want to do. 

Caine frowned, then held out his hand to the boy. "Will you sit with me,
Adam?"	

He sat beside the vampire king. "Your father was working for me to help me
stop some very bad men from hurting a lot of people. The bad men captured
your pater and held him. They were the ones who hurt him." It was true he
had allowed Warfield to hold Noor, had even authorised quite a few of
his...injuries, but he had never wanted Noor killed. The man was worth too
much. 

"They were your bad man."  

"They carried my name but not my blessing. Not like Calhoun or your
father."  

"You're a liar," Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't like you." 

***  

Fraser carried the bag of groceries into the church, followed by Vecchio
with weaponry. Dewey took the bag and nodded towards Kowalski.	

"Let's take a walk, hmm?" Ray led Fraser to the door of the church. After
they left, Vecchio turned to Dewey and then looked at Grissom.	

"How's he doing?"  

Tom was curled up on one of the pews in a fetal position. He looked like
he was in shock. "He's been like that since you guys left," Dewey
supplied. "I don't think he's gonna make it through this."  

"He helped initiate a clan war that could change the face of this city.
Just think, Dewey, if we could bring Warfield down! That would mean Zuko,
too!"  

"Yeah, but who would step in? Calhoun?"  

"The Gangrel might, but at least they keep to themselves."  

"I thought the Giovanni were Caanites."  

"I think Warfield was trying to run with the hares and hunt with the
hounds and Caine found him out."  

"One dude I would not want to cross."  

"Me either."  

***  

"Thanks," said Kowalski as they slowly walked through the church yard.	

"What for?"  

"Believing in me. Means a lot to me."  

"Why?" wondered Fraser.  

Kowalski grinned, almosr embarrissed as he said, "'Cause...you mean a lot
to me."  

Fraser felt his heart leap in his chest and didn't quite know what to say
next. He looked down at his boots, then scanned the yard until he spotted
Dief.  

"Sorry," muttered Kowalski, looking away. He sounded crushed and Fraser
realized what he had done by his silence.  

"N-no! Don't be, Ray! I just...I mean...you mean a great deal to me, too.
I just don't know how to put it into words properly. I barely know you.
You're what I've spent my life fighting and the last thing I want to do
with you is fight."  

Ray looked at him from the corner of his eye, not quite teasing, not quite
flirting, not quite certain. "Really?"	

Fraser smiled, knowing he was blushing at the less-than-honorable
intentions flashing through his mind. "Really."  

A faint nod and another smile. "Okay, then."  

***  

Lilith let the young girl's body fall to the floor. She'd come back in a
few hours, given time. They needed the girl. They could use the girl.
Lilith smiled, sitting in her throne and looking at the haggard looking
Thatcher. Ellie sat at her right hand, itching to be allowed to kill this
insignificant fly. "I'd love to know how he could've slipped by your
watchful eye, Meg."  

"I...I don't know...he seemed...He's a Moloch, for God's sake. Why would
anyone pick a Moloch for a spy?"  

"Why indeed? You didn't check his background. His pedigree."  

"No." Thatcher shook her head. Lilith smiled, imitating the gesture.  

"Stupid, Meggy. If you had, you never would've bought him." Lilith leaned
forward, grabbing the Mountie's chin with clawed fingers. "Meg, your
darling mangy whore is an Oracle."  

"Oh God."  

"Specifically, a sexual oracle. Darling, he let you fuck him and read your
mind. Dark Mother only knows what little secrets he told Caine."  

"Oh God. I'm sorry..."	

"You will be..." She rose to her feet. "Let's go, Meg. Maybe something can
be salvaged."  

***  

Kowalski sat in a pew, watching Fraser hover over the Moloch half breed.
There were no pure intentions in his gaze. He flashed Vecchio a wicked
grin and got a scowl in return. Before he could say a word, his phone
rang.  

"Yo."  

"Go."  

He looked up to Huey and Dewey. "Move out!"  

***  

Calhoun crouched in the sewer, his army around him. They were eager, ready
to fight, and the last thing the Giovanni expected. He concentrated on
Warfield's, waiting...waiting...  

There. The Queen was here. And she'd brought the Inspector along. Perfect.
Three birds, one stone. He looked at the sea of rats and vermin that had
answered his call, a living mass of hungry flesh that crowded the sewers
for blocks on end.  

"Attack."  

***  

Dewey and Huey were among the first in the building that Calhoun had led
them to. Fraser knealt between the two Rays, waiting for the signal. Ten
seconds went by.  

Twenty.  

Thirty.  

Vecchio and Fraser exchanged a worried look.  

***  

Lilith chuckled at her own brilliance. She'd done her image transferrence
spell with Thatcher, and was heading to the spot her own spy had told her
the Moloch whore was being kept. She pushed open the doors to the church
and walked towards his guarded form.  

The guard died quickly, the priest and knight.	

She dropped the hand of the girl beside her, kneeling beside Tom Grissom's
still form. He slowly opened his eyes. "No..." he whispered. "No. Cassie?
NO!"  

She smiled again, and nodded to the girl. Together they attacked.  

He groaned in pain as the girl bit his wrist, deep and Lilith dug into his
jugular. His screams went unheard.  

***  

Calhoun fought well, but winced every time a knight hit the ground, dead.
His Gangrel were falling as well, though the army of rats and vermin were
evening the odds. He forced his way forward, killing as he went, knowing
there was no quarter to be asked or granted. Finally, their armies dying
all around them, he faced Warfield.  

"James."  

"Wilson," he smiled evilly.  

Killing Prince Warfield was the last thing he remembered.  

***  

"Fuck!" Kowalski suddenly exclaimed.  

"What?" demanded Vecchio.  

"Thatcher! She switched with Thatcher! She can go into the church now! I
gotta get back!"  

"Huey and Dewey - "  

"They're dead if they didn't come out by now, Vecchio!"  

"Who's in there?" demanded Vecchio.  

Ray's eyes narrowed behind the glasses. "Adam."  

***  

Adam smiled at Caine as the elder man stood, staring at the door. They
could hear the sounds of the battle outside. Caine was worried. Very
worried.  

Adam could taste it.  

***  

Vecchio pulled his gun out, looking at Fraser. "I'm going in. You go with
him. Get them to safety, ok?"  

Fraser nodded, and suddenly shook his partner's hand. Vecchio flashed him
a grin and ran in.  

He was shot down only ten seconds later.  

Friendly fire.	

***  

Caine didn't like the looks the boy was giving him, and made to open the
door. In that exact moment, the child was upon him.  

Feasting.  

***  

Lilith suddenly paused in her feeding with a choke of pain. As she stood
up, Cassie saw the ten inch piece of wood sticking out of her chest, and
watched the Queen fall to the ground.  

It only took her a moment to recover.  

It took longer for Tom to react. This time his scream reached the alley.  

He breathed in deep, neck burning. And then a red heat. Wyrm.  

Wyrm come to save him.	

He'd never been more frightened in his life.  

***  

Fraser started running towards the church as he heard the scream. Ray
grabbed him by the arm. "Don't! Fraser! It's too late. If Lilith's in
there..." He pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "There's only one
thing left to do..."  

"Ray, that's - "  

"Thermite! Get yer wolf and hit the deck! Fire in the hole!"  

He whipped the grenade through the front window, shattering the glass. The
grenade hit and the wood interior of the church caught fire.  

Five bodies were found, burned beyond recognition. According to dental
records, Tom Grissom was not among them.  

***  

She had the body of the Queen, but she herself was not undead and she
couldn't quite understand how it worked. No matter, she would learn. She
would adapt and press on in her work. Some day, she would run this city.  

Calhoun was destroyed. So was Warfield. Zuko was taken and on his way to
Hell. The Sabbat and the Giovanni were wiped out. All that remained
were...rats.  

She had forgotten they had their orders.  

Very soon, all that remained were rats.  

***  

Ray Kowalski found it easy enough to slip into the reanimation lab the
following night as he had done on many previous occasions. He hated this
place despite his own status as undead. He hated being around the /really/
dead dead.  

Mort was waiting, smiling at him. Beside him, seated on one of the
pulled-out drawers of the refrigorator unit was Adam, swinging his short
legs and eating a sandwich. Mort was admonishing him to eat the entire
thing. Ray shuddered at the thought of what might be in it.  

"Ray! Ray, my boy, come in! We were just talking about how perfectly our
plan went."  

Ray smiled. "Hey, I was just the gopher. You guys were the masterminds.
Nice work. Shame about Calhoun."  

Adam swallowed and returned the smile. "Indeed. The city is ours. How can
we reward you, Ray?"  

"I'm going to Canada, guys. I just came by to say good-bye and have fun.
Y'know what the best part of this was?"  

"What?" wondered the ancient reanimator.  

Ray pointed upwards. "Where it was planned."  

They enjoyed the irony with quiet laughter, then Ray said his farewells
and headed out the door.  

"Be good, Mort! Keep yer nose outta trouble, Adam!"  

"Don't drink any more holy water, Ray!" called Mort.  

***  

On the way out, he knocked on Welsh's door. He would have liked to have
this man for his lieutenant. He'd heard nothing but good. Now he was in
mourning for the heavy losses the precinct had suffered these past few
days, but Ray had something to cheer him just a little.  

"Come!"  

He opened the door and the Lieutenant, looking haggard and worn, looked up
at him expectantly.  

"Can I help you?"  

"No. I'm helping you. Ray Kowalski. Recognize it?"  

"Yeah. You're wanted."	

"Just let me tell ya, the two people in yer morgue are the brains behind
yesterday's slaughter. Mort, and a vicious little shit named Adam. They
think they took over the city. Do me a favor, Lieu, and prove them wrong.
Careful, Adam's half Enthos, half Moloch. Get a SWAT team to take them."  

"You diming them out?"	

"They'd do it to me. Pitter patter, Lieu, nighttime's a'wastin'."  

Then he hurried through the front doors and to the street where Fraser sat
waiting for him in the GTO.  

*** 

He woke up in an Osarie, surrounded by his rats and other vermin. His mind
was awirl with insanity. Had they lost? Won? Did it matter?  

He felt a nose tickling his hand, trying to get him to stand and began to
laugh.	

It was not over. Not by a long shot.  

  

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