So I started writing this when I started 'Fall Down Then Get Back Up,' and it ended up falling into a pile of unknown stories. I came across it today, and I thought 'Why not try it?' So, my trusty readers, tell me how you like it.

Summary: Jasmine and Michelle grew up on the road with their dad after their mom left. But when one of the Taylor sisters gets into a fight with good-old dad, the 22- and the 26-year-old sisters are hunting on their own for the first time. Well, only until they meet some new friends…

Setting: Somewhere in Season 2 (haven't figured that out yet)

Two Months Ago…

"I can make my own decisions, Dad!" shouted a brunette girl with green eyes. "I'm 26, for God's sake!"

"While you're still living under my roof, you'll live by my rules!" yelled back an older man with brown and gray hair and brown eyes.

"What roof? We live out of our cars!" Looking around the empty parking lot, the girl's eyes landed on a red '66 Mustang Fastback and a black '69 Buick LeSabre Convertible. "I don't see a house anywhere!"

"You better watch your tongue-"

With a horrible smirk on her face, the woman sneered. "You watch this leave. Come on, Mitch!" Grabbing her sister by the arm, who hadn't said one word, the two girls walked off toward the Buick, leaving their father in the empty parking lot.

"An old warehouse. Well, this place seems like a lot of fun," mumbled Michelle, who was sitting on a dusty, concrete floor while leaning against a stack of crates. Above her stood Jasmine, her older sister, and both of them were holding machetes. "Can they ever find a place not so… I don't know, gross?"

"Shh," the older of the two hissed, her brunette hair flying around her face as she quickly looked down at her sister before her gaze went back to looking overtop of the crates.

"Me 'shh!' You 'shh!'" replied the younger as she pushed a strand of her own brunette hair out of her eye and back into the bun. "And since when do we sit on our asses and wait for the vampires to come to us? This is-"

"Michelle!" the Jasmine hissed as she stomped her foot. "If you don't shut up, the vampires will come to us when we're not ready and then-" Before she could stop what she was saying, a loud bang echoed throughout the abandoned building just as something caught the woman in the shoulder, sending her flying backwards.

"Jasmine!" Michelle shouted as she frantically crawled to her sister's side. Jasmine's left shoulder was bleeding, and fire burned in the emerald-green eyes of the hunter. "What the hell happened? Since when do vampires use guns?"

"It's not a vampire, you idiot!" Jazz replied in a harsh voice. "It's some stupid-ass hunter who doesn't know what the hell they're doing!" As Michelle placed pressure right into Jasmine's gunshot wound, Jasmine searched over her younger sister's shoulder for anyone who might be coming from behind. "Keep you eyes open. The vamps definitely know that we're here and now they can smell the blood-"

"What the hell were you thinking, getting in the way like that?" yelled a husky voice as two men came to a skidding halt behind the stack of crates. "Now you just outed us. Thanks."

"At least I wasn't the one who shot somebody!" Jasmine shouted, the fire burning even brighter in her usually calm eyes.

"Sammy, do you hear this? This amateur-"

"'Amateur'?" Jazz shouted, trying to sit up against Michelle's hand. "I'm not the one trying to kill a nest of vampires with a gun like some sort of-"

"Jazz, I need to get you out of here," Michelle interrupted as she pulled her sister's attention back. "And if we don't leave now, then you can be sure you'll be dead in a few moments."

As if on cue, the stack of crates that was serving its purpose as a wall came crashing down, revealing that the four hunters were surrounded by vampires. Even though she was hurt, Jazz still managed to push her younger sister out of the way and stagger to her feet, clutching her shoulder tightly. There were five vampires, all of whom were staring directly at Jazz's injured arm.

"Shit," Jazz sighed under her breath as she moved the hilt of her machete into a better position just as the five vamps started to attack.

It didn't take long till the vampires were lying in a headless heap on the ground, but it took enough energy out of Jazz that she could barely stand on her feet. "Ok, Mitch," Jazz huffed as her knees buckled out from under her and she slid down the wall. "You can take me to the hospital now."

"Damn straight, you're going," Michelle stated as she tried to help her sister up off the floor. "And you'll be sure I'm calling Dad."

"Like hell you will," Jazz fought back as she steadied her feet under her enough to lean against her younger sister. "I swear, you say one word to that man, you'll be the one with a worse bullet hole." The McArthur sisters walked out of the warehouse, leaving the two boys alone in the building to clean up the mess.

"Stop doing that, Jazz," Mitch stated as she picked up a french-fry and popped it into her mouth, the whole time looking at the computer screen. "You heard the doctor, and I think rolling your shoulder counts as moving it."

The bullet didn't hit anything important in Jazz's shoulder, and the doctor stitched her up and told her to keep her shoulder immobilized for three weeks. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, and she couldn't sit still. "This doesn't really count as moving it," Jazz whined as she took a sip of her black coffee. "I'm just… Ok, fine, I'm moving it. But you try not to move your shoulder all night long and see how stiff you are in the morning!"

The two sisters were on edge after what happened the night before, and Jazz hadn't slept all night. It was Michelle who decided to stop driving and get some lunch, but Jazz only had half a burger, and three cups of black coffee.

"I wonder what ever happened to those two guys," Jazz thought aloud, taking a sip of her coffee. "They were kinda hot."

"First you're bitching about them, and now you think they're hot?" Mitch asked as she glared over the top of her glasses. She only wore them when she was on the computer or reading, but with them on, she somehow looked more dangerous. "What kind of pain medicine are you on, and can I have some?"

"The fun kind, and no," Jazz mumbled with a smile as she slyly looked over the top of her coffee cup. "So, little sis, where to now? The beach? Vegas? You know, you're birthday is in two weeks."

Michelle turned her laptop around so that her older sister can see the screen. "Montana. Two people are dead, cows are cut open and bled dry. Seems like a job."

In return, Jazz crunched her eyebrows together and pushed away the computer. "You really don't understand the point of having a good time, don't you?"