Summary: What happens when a werewolf is drained and given vampire blood? Josh is about to find out… SLASH, Josh/Aidan

Author's Note: Okay, this chapter is a bit short, but this plot bunny bit me and just wouldn't leave, so you'll be getting more of this story soon. It's currently unbetaed, so excuse any errors.

This story takes place in after the events of Season 1. Enjoy!

Chapter One: The Incident

Josh wished that he could say he'd been in worst situations.

Unfortunately, this was up-shit-creek-without-a-paddle territory that even he'd never experienced.

Aidan was gone—swept away by some CIA looking vampires and a flimsy excuse, as killing Bishop apparently meant he had even more unfinished vampire business to take care of.

Sally was trapped in the living room by lines of salt where two grim looking vampires stood guard, screaming her head off and doing her best to shake the house. It wasn't doing any good, but Josh appreciated the sentiment.

It was nearly four weeks until the next full moon, there wasn't a stray piece of wood in sight, and Josh… Josh was utterly defenseless.

The third vampire, a tall blond woman with expertly coiffed hair and a wicked smirk, advanced on him with a rather bored expression. "This is, you realize, simply a formality."

Josh blinked, wondering if he'd somehow missed something with all of the holyshitI'mgoingtodie mantra currently running a marathon in his head. "A formality?" He repeated somewhat doubtfully.

"Yes," she began, her voice dripping with scorn. "Madam is quite interested in Aidan—he has proven himself by taking care of his troublesome maker."

"Still not seeing what where any of this is going," Josh replied weakly, jumping slightly as his back hit the wall.

"Aidan has all of the makings of the next great coven leader, for all of his youth," the blonde said softly as she closed the distance between them slowly. Her nose crinkled and Josh resisted the urge to roll his eyes. I stink, werewolves stink, heard it all before. Can we just get to killing part? "And we simply cannot allow him to continue playing house with a sad-eyed werewolf and some silly ghost girl."

"I'll show you silly ghost right after I—" Sally yelled, only for a beefy vampire in a too tight shirt to thrown a handful of salt at her. Hissing as steam rose from her 'skin', Sally fell down to the floor, her mouth silent but her eyes murderous.

"Keep your trap shut, Casper," the man rasped out in a low voice. "Save that voice of yours for all of the screaming you'll be doing once the exorcist gets here."

"Leave her alone!" Josh yelled out. "She's done nothing to you—we've done nothing to you! Whatever 'Madam' has planned for Aidan, that's his business. We'll leave him alone, move out! I swear!" It was a complete lie, of course, but he'd say anything to avoid evisceration at this point.

The woman barked out a laugh, and Josh noticed that she might have been beautiful if she wasn't such an obviously evil bitch. "I doubt that—you and ghost girl have shown remarkable loyalty towards Aidan in the past. You make him weak. We need him strong. Ergo, we kill you. It's a simple concept, really."

Simple or not, Josh wasn't able to just stand there and allow himself or Sally to be killed by the vampire FBI. Taking a chance, Josh summoned all of his strength and knocked the blonde away, catching her off guard. Running towards the living room, Josh put all of his energy in making it to the salt line. If he could just break it—put a single slash through it—Sally would have a chance to escape. That would have to be enough.

A hand grabbed him from behind, slamming him into the kitchen table so hard it collapsed and splintered underneath him. "Bad doggy. Now you'll have to be punished."

Winded and gasping as lancing pain ran up his back, Josh grabbed onto a broken table leg, only to scream in agony as the woman stepped on his hand and crushed it under her stiletto heels.

Fighting the urge to pass out, Josh dimly heard Sally screaming for them to stop. "Screw… you… bitch," he gasped out, figuring that would have to be his badass last words.

They could use some work.

"I must congratulate you—that almost made things interesting. Good show. Now, stay still—I don't want any more of your disgusting blood in my mouth than necessary. This won't hurt a bit."

She leaned closer to him, her mouth ghosting over Josh's jugular. "It'll hurt a hell of a lot."

The next thing Josh knew, a sharp, tearing pain ripped across his throat and he screamed before he felt his own blood flooding his mouth. She wasn't feeding from him—she'd ripped his throat apart.

"God," the vampire woman hacked next to him, spitting out her blood as he choked and bled out next to her. "Tastes like three-day-old corpse."

"Told you to use a knife," the beefy one snickered.

Josh couldn't breath and blood was gushing from his throat and Sally was screaming… Sally who would be joining him the afterlife once these assholes ripped her away from her existence, and something in Josh, something dark and primal and ancient, snapped.

Literally.

Something took over his body and he found the strength to latch onto the blonde's arm, taking a brutal bite out of the vampire who'd dealt him a killing blow. Crying out, she ripped her arm away from his teeth, but not without sacrificing a large chuck of her. She fell back onto the floor, sliding into the living room.

Suddenly, the wind picked up and things began to swirl the air as Sally roared in rage. The salt line, Josh thought faintly, happy that he'd managed to set her free, even though he hadn't managed to save himself.

Fire coursed through him as his vision went dark, and Josh's last thought was of Aidan, hoping that the vampire had enough common sense not to blame himself when he discovered Josh's rotting corpse.

They'd finally realized that nothing could stop her, and they ran for the door. Sally stopped them before they could get that far, using a mighty gust of wind to knock them all askew. She tossed one of them through a wall, watching idly as he slid down to the floor in a broken, bloody mess.

Josh lay dead in a puddle of his own blood and they were going to pay.

Her eyes darker than Aidan's on a particularly trying day, Sally advanced on Josh's murderers with a large chunk of wood, hoping they wouldn't die too quickly.

"I hear that you live with a vampire and a ghost. Such… interesting companions."

Josh figured that Roland meant 'disgusting,' but was simply too polite to say it. Shifting uncomfortably in the backseat of the limo, Aidan resisted the urge to sigh. "It keeps life interesting, that's for sure."

"But why would you want to keep such company? Why not go to your true home and live in the company of others of your kind?"

"Like Bishop?" Aidan asked sarcastically, dropping his polite façade. This entire ordeal was getting a bit annoying. He was off to see Her, a prospect that made him wonder if it were actually possible for vampires to break out in a cold sweat, with no one but Roland to keep him company. Roland was a bit… terrifying—he'd been no more than sixteen when he'd been turned. He was the youngest vampire Aidan had ever met, made before the eighteen-and-older law had been established.

That made him old—far older than Aidan, but you couldn't tell from his angelic blond curls, pale blue eyes, and pretty features. He was rumored to be a favorite of Hers, and so temperamental he was known for killing vampire that looked at him sideways. Not surprising—there was a reason why making children into vampires was outlawed, after all.

"Bishop, of course, was deluded," Roland replied smoothly. "But perhaps if you had been a bit more active in the Chicago coven, you'd have been able to dissuade him from taking such rash actions to 'out' our race."

"I think Bishop was a bit far gone for that—my living situation is not why things got so out of control," Aidan said quietly, not likely the insinuation that the whole Bishop debacle could have been avoided by any action of his.

"Perhaps. But your 'living situation,' as you put it, is being taken care of as we speak."

Eyes narrowing in suspicious, Aidan leaned closer to the now-smirking blond. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Such language."

Growling, fangs flicking out, Aidan leaned towards the boy. "Answer me!" His mind raced with thoughts of Josh and Sally. He'd left with Roland so that they'd be safe! If something happened to either one of them, he'd never forgive himself.

"Let's just say that… your little supernatural halfway house is permanently closed for business."

The car was moving swiftly through busy city streets, but Aidan didn't care. Crashing through the window nearest to him, he broke out into a run, praying to Gods he didn't believe that he wasn't too late.

TBC