After Jacob had stayed with him for a whole month, Laban said to him, "Just because you are a relative of mine, should you work for me for nothing? Tell me what your wages should be."

Now Laban had two daughters; the name of the older was Leah, and the name of the younger was Rachel. Leah had weak eyes, but Rachel had a lovely figure and was beautiful. Jacob was in love with Rachel and said, "I'll work for you seven years in return for your younger daughter Rachel."

Laban said, "It's better that I give her to you than to some other man. Stay here with me." So Jacob served seven years to get Rachel, but they seemed like only a few days to him because of his love for her.

Then Jacob said to Laban, "Give me my wife. My time is completed, and I want to make love to her." So Laban brought together all the people of the place and gave a feast. But when evening came, he took his daughter Leah and brought her to Jacob, and Jacob made love to her. And Laban gave his servant Zilpah to his daughter as her attendant. When morning came, there was Leah! So Jacob said to Laban, "What is this you have done to me? I served you for Rachel, didn't I? Why have you deceived me?"

Laban replied, "It is not our custom here to give the younger daughter in marriage before the older one. Finish this daughter's bridal week; then we will give you the younger one also, in return for another seven years of work."

And Jacob did so. He finished the week with Leah, and then Laban gave him his daughter Rachel to be his wife. Laban gave his servant Bilhah to his daughter Rachel as her attendant. Jacob made love to Rachel also, and his love for Rachel was greater than his love for Leah. And he worked for Laban another seven years. When the Lord saw that Leah was not loved, he enabled her to conceive, but Rachel remained childless. Leah became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She named him Reuben, for she said, "It is because the Lord has seen my misery. Surely my husband will love me now." (Genesis 29)

Leah thought the worst was over when her child was finally in the hands of the midwife. Her eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, and she wanted nothing more than to sleep away the exhaustion stealing her awareness, but there was suddenly more commotion in the chamber than even during the birthing. Leah's mother, Abighayl, held her against her side, gently rubbing her hand over her stomach in a soothing manner, but she could sense a sudden tension in her. It was then that she realized she heard no crying.

"Ama, is it healthy? Is it a boy? My husband will not love me if it is not."

Her mother pressed her lips against her damp forehead but did not stir or answer any of her questions. When Leah moved to sit up, she put a restraining arm over her shoulders. She was too weak to fight. Fear rose, hard and strong in her soul. She desperately wanted to feel her child moving in her arms. Surely Yahweh wouldn't give her a child only to steal him away from her in his first moments outside of her womb? Panic welled up in her chest.

"Give me my baby," she demanded, holding out her arms. She was so weak that they shook like leaves during a storm, and tears gathered in her eyes. The midwife blocked her view so she could not see the babe. "Tell me what is wrong!"

"Leah, my love, do not be so distressed." Her mother's voice had a calming effect on her as tears gathered in Leah's eyes. "All will be well, I promise you. Yahweh will not abandon your child."

"The babe, ama. Is it well?" she asked, trying to keep the fear from her voice. She had failed miserably. Now her husband would never love her. He would only ever love her beautiful sister, Rachel. She was doomed to never be happy,

A sudden, shrill wail interrupted her thoughts. It was the most beautiful sound Leah had ever heard. The tears she had been struggling hold back fell then, and she laughed even as she sobbed. She looked to the opening of the tent, waiting for her husband to come and see his firstborn son, but...he would not come. Of course he wouldn't. He was busy tending to Rachel, the one he truly loved. Leah wouldn't let that keep her from this one happy moment though.

"My lady, you have a healthy young son who demands your attention," announced the midwife tenderly, coming to Leah's side bearing a swaddled bundle.

When she reached up eagerly to accept it, her arms shook more with excitement than with fear. He was so very tiny. He weighed so little that she felt as if she were holding air. She had loved this little creature since his conception, but to see him was beyond words. She felt joy, rapture and elation that he was alive.

"Oh, Yahweh, you have given me the most precious of gifts," Leah breathed, brushing the babe's cheek with her knuckle. She offered him a finger, and he clutched it tightly. "Such strength."

"He's perfect." Her mother smiled.

"What will he be called, my lady?" the midwife asked, directing her apprentice to carry out the last of the bloodied sheets.

"His name shall be called Reuben," she said softly. She looked down at her son, so innocent and helpless. "It is because Yahweh has seen my misery that I was given this child. Surely my husband will love me now."

"I've heard it all, connection lost

We're standing by, artificial light

You sell a fix for our defect

And all we find, artificial light

Doesn't break the model

I-"

Leah jerked when her phone first went off and pulled her from her dream-filled sleep. She had been sleeping in the trunk of her Hummer outside a 24 hour Walmart. She lay back down as she hit the call button, trying not to fall back to sleep while talking on the phone. She had the nasty habit of doing that. "Yes?"

"Leah? Is that you?"

"Uh huh."

"It's Sawyer. I just got a request for one of your special order bullets made from wood in brass casing."

Leah sat up. "Where?"

"Detroit. Kid just left. He said it was for a client."

"Did he leave a name?" Leah asked as she pulled on her blouse and started buttoning it hurriedly.

"Adam."

Leah grinned. She had him! After three centuries of searching, she finally had a lead. "Thanks, Sawyer. I really owe you one."

"Don't mention it."

Leah traced Ava down to Nevada where she was currently running amuck and killing aimlessly. She was an Adamite, meaning she was bitten by a vampire with the Adam strain of the Collector disease. It was very important she know this because each strain could only be killed by certain things. For the Adamites, it's wood to the heart. For the Barabbites, decapitation. Jezeblians had to be cut into pieces and fed to dogs, and Judans had to be hung with blessed rope for two days in the sun. Lilitites could only be killed with a cat-o-nine-tails dipped in holy water. However, there were some universal killers like tainted blood, the blood of Christ and dead man's blood, but those were hard to administer at the right doses during a fight.

Ava was a scrawny thing wearing a faux fur coat, a form fitting dress and heels. Her hair was permed to the point of being frizzy, and she had a thick nose. Leah was quietly watching as Ava fed on a man in a rented white and black Ford Mustang. He was an older gentleman with too much money on his hands as evidenced by the luxurious clothes. As soon as the man started to grow still and quit struggling, Leah began to unholster her two guns.

Ava was a baby compared to what Leah usually dealt with. Babies were always starving, and Ava was sloppy and arrogant which made her easy to track. Even a cop could track her down. Leah watched quietly as Ava climbed out of the car and started walking back towards the bright city lights through the cool desert night. Leah could smell the fresh blood from where she stood. Grimacing, she jumped from her perch and dashed over to the car. The back of the man's head was touching his back, and his windpipe was eaten out. He struggled too much for her to get a good bite. Leah growled and started following after Ava, syncing their footfalls so as not to be detected. Thankfully, she was also downwind, and Ava was stupid enough to think she got away with it.

Leah raised both guns, aiming before shooting to get her attention. She didn't want to kill her just yet. That would come later. First, she needed information. Leah knew for a fact that Ava and Eve were blood kin sired by an Adamite, and she also knew that Eve was Adam's current mate. She needed to find and destroy Adam, one of the Alpha vampires. The Alphas were the first of their breed. There was Adam, Barabbas, Jezebel, Judas and Lilith. If you killed the Alpha, all of their descendants would die along with them. Only one strain had ever been obliterated: the Cain strain. But that was centuries ago, and the Alphas had gotten smarter.

Ava squeaked and jumped back from where the bullets hit the ground just beside her high-heeled feet. She nearly toppled over as she turned to face Leah. Just as she turned, Leah seized her by the throat, speed making her almost blurry. Her hand curved around her throat, nails sinking into her neck. She came to a stop and threw her back against the Mustang.

Ava coughed to clear her airway. "Who the fuck are you, cunt?"

"Not important." Leah took a step forward, but suddenly her right hand was gone. She looked down at her appendage and then at Ava. She had underestimated Ava's ability to take action. She had just fed after all, so she was at her strongest. Leah looked down at her hand and watched as it liquidated. The opalescent fluid that was her life force seeped under her foot and was absorbed by her body as her hand began to mend itself.

"The fuck are you?"

"I am one of the Nistarim."

"Nistarim? Never heard of it. Fuck this shit. And fuck you! I'm leaving."

Leah was in front of her by the time she was turned around to go. "Pathetic," she snarled from behind her thick black hair.

Leah brought her hands up, both guns in each hand, and began shooting, watching how Ava dodged by speed alone. She needed to handicap her in a way that wouldn't quickly regenerate. Leah shot forward and straddled Ava's right leg. She grabbed her hip and then used her weight as a fulcrum. There was a dull pop as the joint dislocated. Ava looked at the appendage, eyes wide before screaming in either pain or rage. Before she could think, she found her mouth full of metal, and her head was exploding, blood spraying everywhere like a water balloon.

But Leah wasn't done yet. She knew this couldn't be the end of the vampire; she hadn't used the wood bullet in the cartridge on her thigh. But that was okay, she'd make sure Ava wasn't able to twitch before she took the finishing blow.

Leah turned. The body was gone. Shit.

Leah suddenly felt a pain in her back, gasping as opalescent liquid began to spill from her mouth. She looked down and saw a metal rod from the Mustang protruding from her chest. Already Leah could feel herself healing. Only two things could kill her kind, and those were a special blade and death from erosion. There were only six of the special blades in existence: the black khopesh. The black khopesh were given the blessing of Satan during the time of Noah when demons copulated with humans and created the Nephilim. The devil gave the Nephilim six khopesh to destroy the messengers of The Lord. After the Great Flood, the khopesh were lost; however, the vampires already had four of them. The second and more common cause of death was erosion. Erosion was the burning out of the body containing the spirit of the Nistarim. The body would give out, and the soul would return to Heaven.

An insane smirk formed on Leah's lips, as small bone-like blades appeared from her wrists. Her hands reached up to grab the spike, ignoring how it cut her fingers. She shoved the blade backwards, effectively removing herself and falling into the dirt with a thump. Her glasses fell from her eyes upon impact.

Ava watched in shock, her hands now shaking as the held the blade coated in her pale off-white...blood. She watched as the wounds on Leah's back slowly began to seal up with sinewy skin. Leah wouldn't get up though. She was just lying there on the ground in a heap. Ava heard mocking laughter, and it resonated deep inside her as she looked back up and saw that Leah was fully healed.

"Is that all you have? You can cut me into as many pieces as you want, I'll just come back. You see, my kind aren't easy to kill. We were, after all, made to kill you. We need to be durable."

Of course Ava was ignorant as to why she wouldn't die. She had probably never seen one of Leah's kind before. That's because they were few and far between. There used to be two thousand in total at the beginning of their mission, but their numbers were slowly dwindling. The end was nearing as their numbers continued to drop. It was only a matter of time.

Leah lunged forward, switching out cartridges as she went. She pushed Ava into the ground and put her gun to her chest. Ava seized up, likely smelling the wood bullet in amongst the gunpowder. It was time to do a little questioning.

"Where were you three days ago?"

Silence.

Leah cocked the hammer. "If I don't hear it from you, I can hear it from someone else."

"F-Fine...just...promise you won't kill me."

"I'll consider it." She quickly considered it; nope, not gonna happen.

"D-Detroit with...with my sister."

"Eve?"

She nodded shakily.

"Was Adam with her?"

Ava opened and shut her mouth. Bingo.

The next thing she did was put three rounds through Ava's pretty little chest at point-blank range. She used the fang in her wrist to impale the chest and feed off of the blood within. Nistarim weren't supposed to require feeding or drinking. After all, they were filled with the blood of Christ. Leah was an exception. She had lost her grace and many of her abilities. She could no longer hear God speak to her, she couldn't sense Heaven, she was susceptible to illness and much more. She could only feel the intense burden of every sorrow in the world. She had to feed off of what she killed to sustain her. She was like a plank floating in the ocean. She was drowning. All she could do was hope that by killing these vampires that she would be able to return to Heaven when the time came.

It was kind of nice to not have to sneak or con her way into a house for once. She usually had to use fake badges because her tips came in the forms of dead bodies. Not tonight though. To just pull up into the driveway and walk up to the front door as if she owned the place was nice. She didn't enjoy lying. The house was large and imposing like a small palace, with three stories and an attic under a broad gabled roof. Of course Adam would look for the diamond in the rough.

"Nice, huh?"

Leah jumped at the sound of Abel's voice. He was slouched against a column while she had been picking the lock. "Hebel, el ydy hdm shhbhyl 'wty," (Abel, by the Blood, you scared me) she breathed out in their native Hebrew tongue. "Mh eth 'wshh k'n?" (What are you doing here)

It was always custom in their species to greet each other in either Latin or Hebrew. It was their way of reconnecting to their past lives as humans as well as their rebirth.

Abel looked down his nose at her in distaste. "'Ny b' lhstkl el 'yk shhw' 'wshh hw' 'shwy lhywt h'wyb 'bl hw' 'dyyn h'b' shly. (I came to see where my father has been hiding all these years) Why are you trying to pick the lock?" he asked in English.

"To get in."

Abel stepped forward and grabbed the door knob, pushing it open. He stepped past her as she remained kneeling and went into the house. Leah rolled her eyes and put away her tools before stepping inside and pulling out a small flashlight. The first floor was filled with nothing but trash. Abel was busy fishing through old photos, likely looking for something with his father in it. The two floors were dark and stuffy while thick velvet curtains hid the windows from view. Every surface was covered in papers and books and wires, and the air smelled of blood.

Leah walked up the stairs and saw where the blood smell came from. There was a huge puddle of it soaked into the carpet. Leah bent and tasted it before hurriedly spitting it out in distaste. O negative. It looked like the place had been ransacked recently. Leah picked up a broken guitar and frowned. Adam would never break an instrument. If he had any code of moral conduct, breaking instruments would be sin number one. She sat it back down gently and continued looking.

"Are you looking for something specific?" she asked as Abel walked up the stairs.

"I don't need help from you."

Leah winced and looked back to her work. She supposed she could understand his hatred. She broke the covenant with God and made their jobs harder. But…

She went to the pitch black bedroom next and gagged. She could smell Adam, Eve and sex all over the room. Did they never change their sheets?! She covered her nose and started digging around for something that could lead her to their next nest. She pulled out her phone and called Detroit Metropolitan Airport?

"Hello, this is Detroit Metro Airport my name is Sadie. How may I help you?"

"Yes, I purchased two tickets for a night flight. Could you give me the time and number. I need it for reimbursement purposes with the company I work for. I was on a long business trip with a colleague of mine."

"I'll try. Name?"

"Just a moment, I have another call."

"Alright."

Leah sighed. This would be where things got difficult. Those two had enough aliases to get them through the next four centuries. She started going through the list on her phone. There were three that they hadn't used in a while. Knowing Eve, she'd go for one with literary background. There was only one set that fit that description. "Hello? I'm back. The two names are Stephen Dedalus and Daisy Buchanan."

"Let's see...oh yes, I see you here. Alright, you were on a flight to Tangier."

"Oh, excellent. Thank you. And the flight numbers? Excellent. Goodbye," she quickly hung up the phone. "I've gotcha now you slimy bastard."

Author's note: When I first saw Jarmusch's movie, I was in love, but despite that love there were a lot of plot holes that could've been filled. I'm going to try to fill those holes in a way I would've portrayed it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Only Lover's Left Alive or the canon characters. The song belongs to Demon Hunter.