1692, Amsterdam, Netherlands

Over 100 year later, many things happened. In 1592 Remington made a deal with a witch to get daylight rings for him and his brothers while Sebastian was off making another deal with a vampire. Emerson found peace in drawing and writing during all of this. Both Remington and Sebastian tried to keep their youngest brother out of these deals as he had no business being in the position to give things up like they had to. The less they were all involved with others the better. All they had to do was live and blend in.

In 1687 Remington met a young girl named Erin, she was only 23. He planned to just convince her to come home with him so he could feed on her but he couldn't. He didn't have the heart to hurt her and eventually he ended up falling in love with her, it was the first time he had since the war back in 1587. Once she found out about his secret she wanted to be like him. He was in love with her, he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life so he agreed to do it.

So in 1688 he turned her into a vampire. He planned to be with her for the rest of his life. What happened next guaranteed he couldn't. In 1691 vampire hunters killed Erin, this left Remington in a lot of emotional pain. He couldn't handle her death, so he turned his emotions off, and that was the worst choice he could possibly make.

The worst part of even being a vampire is turning off your emotions. The only real feeling you have is blood lust, and when you feed the blood races down your throat and into your system, and it's the best feeling in the world. You're more addicted to it than you've ever been before.

When you hurt someone you care about you don't notice, you don't bother to care, you don't feel anything. Hope doesn't exist when you're like that, neither does regret. You just live everyday killing and drinking to get by.

It took many months for Emerson and Sebastian to find just about where he had gone. It took them nearly a month after finding him to finally force him to come with them so they could try helping him.

They took him into a little cellar that was underground. The only way they could keep him from leaving and running off was by tying him. It hurt both Emerson and Sebastian to have to do it but they didn't see any other option.

They left him there for a bit trying to figure out what to do to help him. They agreed that he had to become weaker before they spoke to him. That meant waiting a couple of days until they could speak with him. They hated doing all of that but they had to ensure that they'd be safe and he wouldn't escape if they were to talk to him.

So once those couple of days were up Remington was much weaker. This meant that he wouldn't be able to break out without the blood in his system. He was so used to feeding everyday that he was weaker than the other two would be since they were used to feeding a lot less. Now that's he's gone a few days without feeding it's be easier to get to his head and he'd be more likely to open up and turn his emotions back on.

"What are you doing to me?!" Remington asks seeing someone enter.

"I'm trying to helping you brother."

"Sebastian, let me go! I don't want to be here!" Remington yells trying to tear out of the rope.

"You've lost control Remington, you killed countless people. The only way to bring back your humanity is either by breaking you or reminding you," Sebastian says, "you get to choose."

"I didn't really kill a countless amount of people, I killed 147," Remington says a small smirk on his face.

"You're going to regret what you've done Remington. Every little thing you've done will come back to you, and you'll wonder why you did that. It hurts me to see you killing people, it hurts me to see you falling apart, but someone has to knock some sense into you."

Remington could feel something, he could hear the voices in his head tell him that he should be mad, or maybe even upset. Whatever emotions that his mind tried bringing back he wanted to push away.

"Stop! I-I can't listen to you!" Remington wanted it to stop he didn't want to be reminded of anything, he didn't want to remember what it's like to feel pain, he didn't want to feel anything.

"No you have to listen to me Rem! You could have gotten yourself killed by going out like that! You're not yourself now that you turned everything off. I miss you. It's been a year since you left, it's been a long fucking year. So forgive me for being upset but you have no idea what you put me and Emerson through just by running off!" Sebastian yells, "Emerson couldn't even come talk to you because he doesn't want to see this side of you. We've been together for over a hundred years and he's scared to see you this way. He doesn't have the heart to be here because he doesn't want to lose the person that he looked up to for a centry."

Remington was speechless. Something told him that he should apologize but at the same time there was another voice that told him he shouldn't. He shouldn't care. He shouldn't care about him or anything. He lost the person he loved more than anything.

"Just stop!" Remington yells, "I don't want to feel weak Sebastian. I don't want to feel anything. So I won't, I won't care about anything because if I care, I'll break, and I don't want to break. I don't want to feel weak, I don't want to feel weak!"

Sebastian could tell that he was starting to get to Remington. He watched as his brother was starting to become himself again. He was starting to become more aware about what he had done.

"It's okay to feel these things. It's okay to be scared to feel these things, but avoiding it will make it worse. It'll not only hurt you more when you turn everything on, but stalling will hurt us as as well. Every day you spend trying to stay numb, Emerson and I will be trying to get you back and it's hard for us as well."

"I can't be weak, I can't be hurt I don't want to feel anything anymore! I can't live with the regret of killing 147 people! I can't live knowing I lost her Sebastian!" Remington yells trying to move his arms, which were tied to the chair he was sitting in.

"If you can't do it for yourself, do it for us, for me, for Emerson," Sebastian says softly.

Remington looks at Sebastian tears coming to his eyes. In that moment everything hit him. He knew that he messed up and he felt helpless.

"Just tell Emerson I'm sorry..."

"He deserves to hear it himself, I'll let you go, you seem to be doing a lot better," Sebastian takes the rope off of Remington wishing he could have done that differently. He didn't want to tie him like some animal. He just knew Remington would be mad, and both he and Emerson knew Remington could hurt them if he was desperate enough to escape.

"Thank you..." Remington says quietly.

"I know you need it Rem, come here," Sebastian holds his arms out for Remington.

Remington nods entering the comfort of his older brothers arms. For the first time in a year he felt something more than just blood lust.

"I'm sorry Seb, I'm sorry for everything," Remington mumbles a few stray tears gliding down his cheeks.

"It's okay Rem, you're okay," Sebastian wipes away the tears from his little brothers face.

"I-I'm weak Sebastian, I'm weak for leaving you and doing this," Remington says quietly.

"You're not weak Rem, you're the strongest person I know."

Remington shakes his head, "I couldn't handle the thought of falling apart, I couldn't handle the fact that I lost her, Sebastian. She meant the world to me, then the hunter killed her..."

No matter how many times he's seen Remington like this it hurt. Even when they were kids Remington always went to Sebastian for comfort. Whether it was over a bad dream or because he was on the edge and close to falling apart.

"You've learned to accept it now, and that's what makes you strong. Being able to turn it all off and then face reality again, it makes you strong. I don't care if you think you're weak, you're not, you're stronger than anyone I know, you're brave Remington. You're brave."

Once again the doors open, Remingtons eyes light up for a moment. He saw his little brothers face for the first time in a year. Sebastian let go of Remington and let him speak with Emerson privately.

"Emerson..." Remington says, his voice breaking as he thought about how Emerson must have felt.

"Hey, don't be sad Rem," Emerson says placing his hands on Remingtons already damp cheeks, "you're here, you're finally here that's all that matters."

Remington nods, a small sniffle escapes him. Emerson takes his hands off of Remingtons face and instead gives his older brother a hug.

"I'm sorry for everything I put you through Em, I'm sorry I failed you," Remington apologizes, he closed his eyes tears threatening to spill.

"Fail me?" Emerson questions, "I love you Rem, I still look up to you, there's no way you could ever fail me."

Remington nods trying desperately to keep himself from crying again. He didn't want to feel this way but he couldn't flip that switch again. He killed people and he hurt his family in the process. He promised himself that he'd never do it again.

Yet not all promises are meant to be kept.

"They killed her Em, they killed Erin... She's gone..." tears flooded Remington's vision, he could barely hold them in now.

"I know... I know you miss her, just remember that it's okay to fall apart. I know we're told we're supposed to be strong but we can't always be that way."

For the first time in over a year Remington could cry, he could cry as hard or loud as he wanted and actually feel something. These emotions, they all came crashing down on him. The grief of losing Erin, the regret of killing those people, the hate he felt towards himself for not only killing others but for leaving his brothers. Emerson understood that it was hard, he understood that once everything came back to Remington it would not only hurt him then but haunt him later on.

"I'll never do that again, I promise..."