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Disclaimer: I don't own Night World. The plot and characters all belong to L.J Smith. I'm just messing around here…And that goes for every chapter later on too.


Chapter 1

Morgead was trying to keep himself from rolling his eyes and dying of their gang leader's endless rants.

Of course, he was the gang leader, until she beat him in a fight three days ago and took over the leadership. And he regretted so much at loosing that fight.

They were at Muir Woods, a place where no humans ever dare to approach at night because of its strange, dense darkness, and the occasional howls of beasts, hoots of owls. To them, this place was heaven. Yes, it was ironic that wood kills vampires, but that's what made this place so challenging. It was their favourite place to hunt. And tonight, was another hunt as usual. What's different is that, the hunt's idea was hers.

"It's simple," Jez Redfern said casually, "You run. We chase. If we catch you, you'll die. We'll give you three minutes head start."

Jez Redfern, the current gang leader, was standing proudly in front of the gang, hands on hip facing the other gang. Her back was on them, her red flaming hair blown slightly by the wind. In front of them, the leader of the six vermin gang of skinheads—pathetic, he thought—was staring at her, trying to consume his fear, but failing in vain. Jez sensed it too, and, though her back was to him, Morgead could sense her smile—one of those brilliant Jez-like smiles.

"Pick a weapon," Jez said condescendingly, "Hey, take more than one. Take as many as you want. My treat."

Thistle stifled a laugh—which was immediately stopped by a sharp gesture by Jez.

The leader of the skinhead darted forward to pick a weapon. Morgead couldn't help but stare at him in disgust. The skinhead picked one of the guns and pointed it at Jez, his arms slightly shaking. Jez threw her head back and laughed, just as Morgead had expected her to.

This hunt was totally Jez's idea. Of course, she was always the one with a deformed mind and weird ideas. She wanted the vermins to have their own weapons, as if a real, fair fight between two gangs, and have them in a place like Muir Woods. And because of this stupid hunt, they went all over the city to find guns. Please. Morgead didn't exactly see the fun in all this, but Jez somehow managed to get them all agree on it. Yes, that was Jez—Hot-headed, conceited, extremely stubborn and stupid with her twisted sense of humour.

The skindhead vermin was firing at Jez now, but she moved with ease, dodging at the last moment before the bullet hit—showing off.

One of the bullets managed to pass through her left arm. Jez, discovering the hole it had punctures through her jacket, lost her smile and advanced on the skinhead.

"Do you know how much leather cost? Do you know how much a North Beach jacket costs?" Jez said in an extremely irritated, angry voice. The skinhead flinched, hyperventilating .For a millisecond, Morgead actually felt sorry for him. This is Jez, after all. The fierce, frightenly beautiful huntress.

Then the skinhead started firing again. Morgead wasn't even bothered to watch as Jez seized his jacket and lifted him off his feet threateningly, and threw him.

Then there were more bullets firing from the skinheads, and Jez, again, was dodging the way she did before.

Morgead was really annoyed now. These skinheads don't even have enough brain to know that, when there's a gang of vampires who have the strength to twist your head off without even thinking, you run. The game's not a game if no one's running.

He sent a thought to her, exasperated. Can we go after them now? Or do you want to show off some more?

Jez, acknowledging his presence the first time, turned to him in the midlist of the bullet-firing, and shouted back, "I told them three minutes! You want me to break my words?"

Bullets were still whizzing around them. Jez, still snarling at him, forgot to keep track of bullets as one flew directly toward her.

Without even thinking, Morgead launched forward and knocked Jez backwards. He landed on top of her as the bullet whizzed above them and hit a tree. Idiot. He thought. Not that the bullet would've seriously wounded her, but he knew if she did get hit, she'd start getting furious and angry. Judging from the fact that she already got a hole on her jacket. Not that he wanted to protect her or something. Morgead just wanted to get the hunt done, instead of watching those stupid skinheads shooting useless bullets at them and watching Jez shout. Complete waste of time.

He could see it in her eyes that she was infuriated.

"But…they're…not…running," He said slowly, as if talking to a three-year-old, "In case you hadn't noticed." He added, glaring down at her furious silver-blue eyes, as it always have been.

Jez kicked him off, and he could tell she was appalled at herself, as well as being furious with him. "This is my game." She yelled obstinately, "I thought of it. We play it my way!"

The skinheads were finally starting to realize that running is a much more efficient way to survive than shooting bullets, and were scrambling away. Morgead doesn't know if he's more annoyed at Jez or the skinheads, both being stupid and Jez's unyielding as ever.

"Okay, now!"Jez announced to the gang, "But the leader's mine."

A chorus of shouts and hunting calls came from the rest of the gang. Val dashed off first, yelling loudly, followed by Thistle and Raven, Pierce at last.

Morgead stood and watched Jez standing there for a moment. The incandescent moonlight lit the place where Jez was standing, her red hair tumbling down her shoulders and down her back. There was just the two of them left in the clearing, and it was…peaceful. If it weren't for him knowing Jez so well, the image would've looked like some medieval princess standing in the moonlight, long hair, slight grace…

The image was broken when she ran off, jumped, and grabbed a single tree branch, swinging herself forward. Without a single glancing back, she took off in the direction where the skinhead leader had gone.

And this, is what he always meant by Jez ruining things. Being hot-headed, stubborn all the time. He shook his head in disgust, and took off in an opposite direction where she had.

He was just finishing off with the first skinhead when Jez sent out the telepathic call.

Everybody! This is Jez. Come to me, right now! Drop what you're doing and come!

No one else had the power except him and Jez to send telepathic thoughts across such distance. They'd been training to master this power for years together. And this call was almost a scream. There was an urgent desperation in the call he'd never heard from her before. Instantly he replied back.

What's wrong?

She hesitated. I'll explain later, I just found out—that it's not safe to feed here. Then she cut the link short. Morgead knew she wasn't telling the complete truth, but he did as she told.

When he'd gotten back to the clearing, he saw the agitation on her face, and even a sense of…fear. Jez was never like this. Not even when they were little. One thing Jez never shows is fear. But when she saw him and the rest of the gang arriving, she composed herself and said coolly, "It's not safe to hunt here."

"Aww, I haven't even had my third!" Val complained loudly.

Jez rolled her eyes, "We'll plan another one tomorrow. Hunt's over." She announced.

Val continued to complain loudly to Raven and Thistle, while Pierce regarded him with cool eyes. Jez was staring off into a distance, her expression impassive.

Are you okay? Morgead asked telepathically.

She turned and looked at him. He could tell something was on her mind. There was a moment, he could've sworn, and that she wanted to tell him something. But she didn't.

With annoyance she replied, like she would've, Of course I am. I just need to talk to Uncle Bracken about something. See you tomorrow.

She turned and walked out of the woods. So Morgead assumed that it must be one of her weird mood-swings—sometimes furious, sometimes paranoid, and now back to normal. He knew Jez.

What he didn't know, was that night was the last time he ever saw Jez Redfern the huntress.


A/N: You may or may not know I have another story on Jez&Morgead No Matter What, which is a series of one-shot about Jez&Morgead's childhood. And in NMW, I wanted to include chapters of Morgead without Jez (And I've wanted to do that since I started fanfic) But I figured it wouldn't fit in NMW, so I thought, 'Heck, why don't I just do all of Huntress in Morgead's POV?" I know the title was sorta lame, but I hope it wasn't too bad:p Leave a reviewwww