Alice Cooper sighed as she watched her best friend, Paris, flirt shamelessly with another man that she'd sleep with, steal from, and run. For them, this was a typical Friday night. It was how they lived. It sucked, but sometimes there was no choice. Play the hand you're dealt, right?

While Paris was busy doing the flirting, Alice was eyeing some of the local eye candy. Alice, of course, couldn't flirt to save her life but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna look. Sometimes she wished she could find love but with the life she lived, it wasn't like she could keep a stable relationship. Funny how she ran away for love and yet she couldn't actually have a love.

Once Alice noticed Paris had locked onto her target she decided to call it a night.

New Orleans was a beautiful city to walk around in at night but all Alice could think about was the nagging feeling of dread. Her gut was always right so when it started to tell her something was wrong she knew it was a good idea to get to a more public area. Alice made a quick cut to a busy street but before she made it she was grabbed and pulled into an alleyway. She was scared but she wasn't going to show weakness. Alice stood straight and looked the man straight in his bright blue eyes. She wasn't giving up without a fight. He gave her a cynical smile before going to attack her but she brought her knee up with all the strength she had and kneed him straight in the balls. He groaned as she tried to wiggle her way to freedom however, he held steady.

"You really shouldn't have done that love." He growled. His eyes went yellow and Alice screamed. They reminded her of werewolf eyes but scarier.

Paris was ready to lure her next victim to his impending credit card theft but when she heard Alice scream somewhere in the distance, she was quick to ditch the drunk man- with his wallet in her purse of course. She was quick to find her best friend, who was being held in a chokehold by some big blonde man. Paris was quick to storm over to them and throw the attacker off her best friend. No one got to hurt Alice and get away clean, not while Paris was around. Paris growled at her attacker, her eyes flashing a brighter yellow than that of Alice's attacker.

"Get lost," Paris growled out.

"See love, you don't scare me and I don't care what you say. Therefore I will do as I please." The man stated. He turned and showed his own wolf eyes, with the added bonus of fangs. Both girls took a step back out of shock. Neither of them had been expecting that.

"You're the Hybrid." Paris breathed. He was beautiful in a dark and dangerous way. For any wolf, they knew this man was dangerous and deadly but that didn't stop Paris from being in awe of the man who had been around for so long. "Yes, well not interested in your ego trip. Now if you'll excuse us…" she trailed off, grabbing a frightened Alice's hand and quickly dragging her from the alley and onto the busy street. Paris weaved through people with ease and lead her shell-shocked best friend back to their hotel room for the week.

The next few days the girls laid low, hardly leaving the hotel in fear the infamous Original Hybrid was still lurking. But by Tuesday they decided it was time they stopped hiding in New Orleans. Alice had once again dyed her hair and it made her feel a sense of peace that maybe she'd be less recognizable. Paris knew that it was just an excuse to dye her hair again. It seemed at least once every two months Alice's hair was dyed a bright color. She hardly ever kept it her natural blonde color.

"Come on, let's go out to eat and see more of the town. I've been dying to see the city during the day." Paris said almost excitedly. Alice rolled her eyes at her best friend's actions. Sometimes Paris could act like a five-year-old.

"I'm almost ready. Let me just tie my shoes and I'll be ready. Calm down." Alice stated sitting down to tie her favorite converse.

"So like I was thinking we could eat lunch first cause I'm hungry and like I really need some food that isn't from our hotel. I mean I can only eat so much room service pizza." Paris complained as she and Alice walked down a crowded street filled with tourists. It wasn't so much that she was hungry, more that she was bored and she knew that her whining would grate on Alice's nerves until she flipped. That was one of Paris' favorite pass times. Though she was hungry.

"Just one more stop and then we can eat lunch I promise," Alice said trying to tone out her best friends whining. It seemed like Paris was always hungry, yet she never gained a pound. It drove Alice crazy that she could eat like that and stay so fit. Alice blamed it on her werewolf gene but she wasn't sure.

"Yeah well, we need to eat and pack and leave. We've already been here a few too many days." Paris said paranoid. She was always so worried that if they stayed in one place too long they'd catch up, and if they caught up… she didn't want to think about what could happen. She knew this life was hard for Alice, but Alice would never say anything about it. She was hard headed and stubborn, once she set her mind on something she saw it through. And this meant that she wasn't gonna leave Paris by herself to outrun the bastards who were chasing her.

"We can leave first thing tomorrow. We can head back to New York. That might throw them off our scent for a little while." Alice said quietly as they sat down at a little table in some bar in the center of the French Quarter.

"Yeah, but not long enough. Alice, you need to just let me go. I'm not gonna drag you down with me when they inevitably catch up to me." Paris said. She loved Alice as if they were sisters. They had been running together for a long time.

"I told you I wasn't gonna leave you. And if they do catch up to us we'll give 'em hell and go down swinging. I'm not giving up on you Paris, not in a million years." Alice said firmly. Though this was not the life she had planned when she ran away from home, she wouldn't trade it for the world. It gave her life purpose, something she'd always wanted.

"Alice-"

"I'm not leaving you and you are not leaving me, that's final," Alice stated, going up to the bar and ordering a shot of Jack and two glasses of whiskey. She needed something strong for the headache of dealing with Paris. She knew that her friend was only trying to do what was best for her but she was trying to do the same thing. So, she needed a drink to soothe her fried brain.

"Long day?" A well-dressed man asked her from the barstool next to her.

"Something like that," Alice replied. The man was a looker, but she couldn't get distracted. No matter how hot this man seemed to be. The hot ones were always the douches, always.

"Mmm, I fully understand. That your sister?" The man questioned inclining his head towards the table Paris was sitting at.

"Yeah," Alice said without missing a beat. It was true enough. They were close as sisters. So what if they weren't related by blood. Blood is only genetics, love is what makes a family.

"So, it's sibling troubles then?" The man asked.

"Who's asking?" Alice fired back.

"Oh, my apologies. I'm Elijah Smith. You are?"

"Charmed," Alice stated. She wasn't quite sure where this playful flirty side of her came from but she wasn't exactly upset about it.

"Oh? Am I going to have to work for it then?" Elijah questioned.

"I don't know? That's up to you I guess." Alice said with a wink, downing her shot before going back to her and Paris' table with the two glasses of whiskey.

"What was that?" Paris hissed. It wasn't an angry hiss, more of an 'excited but I don't want to be too loud' hiss.

"I don't know, but I mean it was kind of fun," Alice stated.

"And he most certainly is a looker," Paris said.

"Right," Alice added.

"You could always stay awhile." Paris hinted.

"Doubtful. As good looking as he is, I don't think I'm gonna ditch you for him." Alice said. Both girls were blissfully unaware of the prying ears of a certain original vampire who had become intrigued by the bright-haired human in less than a minute.