As much as I love Metal Gear, I don't own it! This is my first time writing for Fan Fiction, please review! Whether it be praise or brimstone I will accept it with open arms. Enjoy!

Walking briskly through the streets, Jack pulled his hands out of his jacket and rubbed them together. It was the winter shopping season so people bustled and pushed on the sidewalks en masse. He walked for two more blocks and turned into a dirty alley. Pressing himself against the wall, he pulled out a silenced nine millimeter and peeked around the corner. How typical, he thought, who tails a guy straight on? Anyone could spot this guy a mile and know he was tailing someone! As he turned the safety off, he distractedly dug into his jacket with his free hand. A pack of cigarettes were revealed in the yellow light of the streetlamps.

" What the hell-?" He didn't even get to finish his question when a hand covered his mouth and his weapon was disarmed and dismantled. Fear rushed into body, thoughts flashed into his head like strobe lights. Who was his assailant? How could he have let his guard down? When had he bought those damn cigarettes?!

" You are so predictable. Textbook executions as usual, only this time you've gotten lazy. I thought you were better than this Jack," the man laughed quietly. " I bought you a present, did you find them?"

Jack struggled to shake his head yes, and at the same time twisted his arm free and tried to throw the man. The only thing that Jack managed to do was twist his arm free, his failed throw only ended up painfully reminding him of how wet the cement was. The man laughed harder this time.

" Are you out of shape? You stopped going on missions yeah, but that didn't mean you could get fat!" the man chuckled even more.

Jack rubbed his head and looked up, it was him. He was so angry and relieved at the same time he didn't know what to do except make a strange whimpering noise.

"What the hell kind of hello is that? Get up princess!" the man extended his hand and helped Jack up.

" You bastard! I thought-never mind what I though… Where have you been? And what's your problem?! You scared the crap out of me," babbled Jack. "What's with the creepy mask?"

Snake pulled off the rubber Saddam Hussein mask, picked up the dropped cigarettes, and lit one. " I saw you in the crowd and thought I'd see how sharp your skills were. Pretty blunt if you ask me." Snake looked directly at Jack and caught him blushing hot red. "That's a pretty bad sunburn, Jack," he sniggered.

"Shut up! That's not even fair, I thought you were trying to kill me! I-I-I got nervous is all…", he stammered. Jack reached up and felt his face. Damn my stupid face and stupid emotions! " You still haven't answered me, what are you doing he here?" As the last word rolled off his lips, a shot sparked off the brick wall and his leg.

"Aaaaah! I'm hit! I'm hit!", screamed Jack. Snake had already rolled away and was crouching at the other end of the alley, gun and knife drawn. The man on the roof of the building opposite him was about to dart away when Snake shot him twice, once in the head and once in the chest. The man's heavy body rolled off the roof and landed in front of Jack. Snake stood up and approached the body wearily, paying absolutely no attention to his distressed friend. The shooter had long black hair, facial hair, full eyelashes. Quite exotic looking. Snake leaned in a little closer to the fallen man's face when he pulled back abruptly.

"He's got fangs? What kind of Halloween fairies do you associate with that they end up stalking you?", he said.

Jack's face was paler than the moon. He tried to stand up and hobble away. "Snake you better run, he's not human. I'm serious! Hurry or he'll get up soon!", Jack was already on the sidewalk bleeding everywhere and panting. Snake sighed and was about to retort some smart ass remark when a hand gripped around his ankle. He looked down in surprise. The man's face was contorted in a grimace, like he'd just woken up with a hang over. Snake finally reacted and shot him twice in the chest. The man's eyelashes fluttered and he grinned hungrily.

" Feisty one aren't you?", said Vamp is his strange accent. He stood up in a flash and pinioned his arm behind him. "Mmmm, you smell delicious," he smelled Snake deeply. Snakes eyes flashed and his face was twisted in disgust. Jack stared at them horrified, then turned and fled as fast as he could. "You see that?," he licked Snake's neck, then continued, "You saved the little fairy's life and this is how he repays you. I would never treat you like that…" Vamp opened his mouth and was about to bite Snake, when he stomped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach.

" What are you?!", he shot him again for good measure and ran after Jack. Stupid fat ass, you think I can't find you with this bloody trail!, thought Snake. Vamp rubbed his jaw and grinned, " I still have your knife Snake…", he said to no one in particular, then he giggled madly.