The swirling entity was enormous. Nearly the entire central part of Washington was engulfed in the maelstrom. Morrelle witnessed, first hand, beings of disfigured types emerge from within and lay upon the ever-changing soil, screaming for life. Their body, porous and weak, like a newborn, begins to take its new form. Some resembled Lycans while others were more voluptuous like the female vampire he took a special interest in. He watched how her breasts and hips took shape, how her skin blemishes disappeared.

Victoria, standing beside him, made sure he realized that. He returned the gesture with a simple hand squeeze. “You see,” he states boldly. “If life springs from here, it should return the favor within.”

“What will happen to me?” Victoria adds.

Before Morrelle could give her an answer the sound of screeching tires turns both their heads. Morgan steps out of the vehicle and approaches them, flanked by Isabel, the mental case, who holds her doll tight, and Deimia, the bookworm.

“We don’t have much time, brother. The gap is less than thirteen seconds now, and keeps shrinking. If we…”

Morrelle cuts her off. “Spare me the details, sister. Just tell us when to jump.”

Morgana gets up close and personal with her brother. She gives a kiss that was, to most, obscene. Victoria’s eyes narrow in spite. Their lips separate as Morgan keeps her arms around his neck. “There are no guarantees this will work, my dear brother. No one knows what is going on inside. Why can’t you just accept what you are? You have everything: a city you rule, wealth beyond imagination, and a sister who loves you, despite all our past dealings. Seattle will be in chaos if you leave. You know it and I know it.”

“Can we go home now?” Isabel inquires like a child.

Before anyone could speak, a beautiful, naked woman approaches. She was the entity Morrelle watched being born moments ago. She looks disoriented and confused. Morrelle knew the signs since it happened to him. “Don’t be afraid.” Morrelle spoke delicately. He gently moves her lips apart to see her incisors. She was vampire. She makes a startled moan as she moves back from his touch, trying to understand his language.

“I am Morrelle. I am like you.” Morrelle watches her closely. “You are hungry.” She shifts her eyes around at all the new faces as Morrelle offers her his, now, slit wrist. As if on instinct, the naked woman looks at the blood that is calling her from inside. Morrelle offers it to her, and she moves closer and makes small moans. Morrelle nods his head, and she takes his arm with such force he was nearly knocked over. He pulls her up close and asks Morgan if she has anything this newborn could wear. All Morgan could scrounge was a dinner jacket that Morrelle once wore. She kept it as a keepsake.

He wraps her with it while she feeds from him. Victoria sees conflict in the near future with this one. This…thing is feeding directly from one of the most powerful vampires in the western world. Victoria will NOT play second fiddle to this unnamed female.

“Enough,” Morrelle says like father to a daughter. “Too much in one night is not good.” The unnamed woman looks up at him with wanting eyes. He wipes the blood drool from the side of her mouth and playfully smears it on her lips. That’s when he kissed the unnamed woman in a gesture befitting his Italian nature. This was his way of saying “Welcome to the family.”

Victoria was not happy. Morgana shook her head and mutters “playboy” just loud enough for Morrelle to hear it.

This unnamed female was equal in height to Victoria, had equally nice breasts, and a body for sin. Her hair had changed to a chocolate brown and her face had a continental European look to it. This pleased Morrelle to no end.

“Some things never change.” Morgana quips. She changes gears. “If we’re going to do this we need to go now.”

Morrelle was lost in this new woman he almost didn’t hear her. “Would it benefit us if you had more time to study this phenomenon?”

“Study what? Her…? Or this…?” She points at the totally ignored maelstrom.

He gives her an angry look.

Morrelle walks the newborn to the car and assures her that everything will be fine. She still hasn’t spoken but her facial expressions she been giving him assure him she will only trust him. The blood bond was forming already, Morrelle noted to himself. He calls out to the others to return back to the family mansion.

Not everyone was happy.

Mercer Island/Giovanni estate
In this chapter:
• Morrelle nurtures the newborn vampire.
• Victoria confronts Morrelle about being ignored.
• Morgan(a) plans her own leap into the abyss to prove her theory.
• Morrelle asks each family member if they wish to join him in rebirth.

Anabella shakes her head in disgust. Same decadant man another pet. She said nothing looking at Morgana as if to say, this must all stop. She watched as Morgana seemed to acknowledge this as if she and Anabella have, through all this, formed a bond. "Til we meet again Sister" Anabella whispered to Morgana as she walked away with Morrelle.

Much like her sister who followed Anabella the bond was all to complete with Morrelle. Anabella cringed as she knew it would be her to rear this infant. Anabella talked to herself almost the entire way back tot the mansion.

New Order or complete madness, Anabella thought. It may be time to form alliances with other families for the sake of saving what was left of the old ways.

Indeed, Anabella had the most to lose, she was there with Morelle from the beginning and through is every breakdown and now she may have to bring him down herself. Once the dust settles at the mansion and the malstrum is closed, unlife as they knew it would change.

No, Anabella was not happy. But for now she would watch and help if he needed her to. A sigh escapes her lips as they head to the Island.

Morrelle was indeed anamored with this new addition and he couldn't figure out why. She was Aphridite and Venus all rolled into one. It wasn't until he inspected her body completely before a startling revelation struck him - it was Sidney.

He stood back and watched her death sleep for a long while.

The same eyes, the same body features. It was her! He knew it somehow. But only time would tell for sure when she would finally develop speech.

Morrelle wanders down the staircase midway before he was confronted with Victoria. The look on her face said it all.

"Her or me," she barks out. "You promised."

Victoria was not fully converted though she had powers that rivaled even Morrelle. She knew what he was thinking and she didn't like it.

"We will speak of this at a later time," he shot back at her.

She grabs his wrist. "No, we will speak of this now!"

Morrelle did the unthinkable and grabs her throat, and squeezes slightly. "Never do that again, beloved, ever."

He releases her and she stares at him with distant eyes before taking her leave of him and slamming the door leading to their bedroom.

Morrelle hated this new life.

He would seek out the others while he decided what to do with Victoria and the newborn.

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Morrelle did not have to go far. Anabella hears his foot steps as he walks toward the family room seeking the others. Anabella sits on a grande leather chair. Low waisted jeans, black boots and a short sleeved Go Army tee-shirt. Anabella's long raven hair propped up on a pony tail looking every bit the 20 something.

She raises her eyes from the magazine she's reading. "Im in here" She mutters aloud. She looks up briefly then back down to the magazine, licking her finger and turning the page. "At unrest again, Morrelle?" She smites. "You do have your hands full this time.." Anabella trails off. Mark my words the one who lays upstairs in deep slumber will give you more trouble than Victoria. I can sense that as sure as you stand befor me."

Anabella silences herself glaring at him "What are your plans? don't tell me it was Amore that made you walk away from that leap. Your not that romantic. Your sister Morgana will come again, and this time it will be to kill that vixin. There are other families, Morrelle. Growing more powerful as we speak. They mean to do the Giovanni family death one from which you cannot escape. Careful who you take in."

Anabella stands looking out the window at the hounds barking uncontrollable at the darkness. "Should I take my leave from you and this family or am I to be like Victoria, ignored and left to clean up your mess. " Anabella turns to face him. "What have I done in my past to have you question my loyalty to you or this family? We haven't spoken a word in weeks. Sidney is gone or worse, reborn. I only ever had your interests and safety in mind"

Anabella waits for Morelle to say something but deep down she knew he would never utter those words again...

"Your concern touches me but I do know what I am doing. I am fascinated by the transformation without being the one subjected to it."

Morrelle removes a cigar from his vest pocket. He looks at it with wide-eyed fascination "I remember Sidney used to smoke these out of spite. Someday I hope she will return home but that is wishful thinking."

He stands in solitude as he looks around the empty house. No, Midnight, no Sidney, no Dante, nobody. All the birds have left the nest.

"This is the reason why I choose to leave this nocturnal way of life. I think I had a family once, in my former life."

Wallow in your self pity if you must. " As for me, your last flower, I will also be leaving. This house holds empty memories for me. Your obsession witht he female atomy bores me Morrelle, and your distate for this life furiates me."

Anabella steps to him. "I have purchased a home on the otherside of the Island" If you have any interest in the ONLY one who stood by you through life and unlife, you willl seek me out. If not I will start my own family. One tht will rock the cities of this nation and abroad.

With that, Anabella slammed the paper with the address on the table and as she had so many times before, she left the house. This time not looking back but ahead.

Come Rhaul...we have much to do. This night I plan to give you the gift Morelle promised and never delivered on.

Morelle watches her walk away, as she has always done when things get complicated.

He heard the door slam an knew he was alone and would have to go alone now.

Morelle went to lounge area and sat alone quietly by himself to conjure his next move. His family had abondonded him, at his own admission.

Suddenly, there was a cry of anguish, and Morrelle sprang to his feet. He races upstairs to the newborn's chambers to see a smashed mirror and her laying own the floor, with a slit throat!

Anabella could hear the scream from the parking lot. She knew what had taken place. "Come, my lady" Rhaul beckons. "He has made his bed, let him lay in it" Rhaul takes her by the arm. A sigh escapes Anabelle as she knew Rhaul was right, but her heartbreak overwhelmed her.

"I'll only be a minute Rhaul." Anabella exclaims as she releases herself from Rhaul's grip. She walks in the house and up the stairs to the bedroom She watches from a distance and sees blood spuing forth on the floor and the unnamed woman laying in the thick goo. Anabella pauses for a long moment then looks at Morrelle "what will you do now?"

Morrelle just stood there for what seemed an eternity. He knew this newborn could not understand who or what she was, and Morrelle could not put her through the pain and misery he suffers.

With a swift movement of his foot, he breaks her neck and listens to the last gasp escape her lips.

"Have your boy-toy remove this...." he could not complete the sentence. "Bury her in the family cemetery."

Anabella snaps her fingers and the ghouls come running to clean up the mess. Rhaul picks up the body shooting a look to Morrelle that could have killed many. "Thank you, my pet" Anabella remarks. "Bury it outside the gate, she was not kin"

Anabella steps over the blood and outside the room. She sways her long raven hair to her back and exits slowly, walking down the hall to the stairs.

She looked back at Morrelle for a brief moment, sighed and continued down the stairs. "What will he do with himself now, how can I leave, but to continue to let him set others before me...his one time materfamilia, cannot happen. " she thought to herself.

Victoria looks at Anabella with a smirk on her face, as if to say good, the infant deserved what she got. Anabella simply knodded as she quietly passed.

Morrelle finds scratching his go-tee amusing. Silly human mannerism.

Victoria strolls over to him, and before see speaks, Morrelle pulls out his car key. "Bring it back with a full tank." She smiles and winks at him before she disappears downstairs and out the door.

Morrelle then pulls out his cellphone and texts the 300 year old bitch downstairs.

Anabella sits there and listens. "Why do you always put me last?" She replies smuggly. "Do I know longer please you my dark master?" It was you, afterall who seeked me out when the Maelstrom opened. "Does this body no longer please you?"

Anabella sits up. "What is it you want me to do Morrelle" I am in your service, until you kill me."

Ana sits back and waits for a reply from the old bastard upstairs

Morrelle thought he read her mind about being an old bastard. Hmmmm...

::Is this how we communicate now? Through text?::

Morrelle makes sure the room where he destroyed the girl was spotless. It would be unacceptable if a guest were to see such a mess, especially if it were a human guest.

"I suppose it is...Anabella trails off out loud.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Anabella screams through the house


She plops down on a Queen Anne Chair, lifting one leg over the arm.