AN: Hi again :P

Well, let's start with the usual rant :p

A while ago I read a story on this site (it's in my favorites, "A Tracy Secret") that involved the Tracy's being werewolves, and Alan becoming one. I had sort of an idea, (or more like had a rabid plot bunny chewing on my leg :S) and I wanted to write out another supernatural species to meet the Tracys. Why this species? On the birthday of my best friend, I had a lot to drink (and I mean a lot, I couldn't see straight at one point :s But oh what the hell, she turned 18, so reason for a big party ;) I don't drink often believe me..) After waking up at six, falling back asleep at seven (tossing and turning for a nauseating hour :S) I had a weird dream involving me kicking one of this species asses because I ate garlic and broccoli. Call me weird I know :P No drinks for me for a loooooong time.. Felt sick for two days after... :

Not really canon. But as close as can be ;) Like their rounds at Tracy Enterprises, is a bit fanon, I'm not sure if they did parttime work at the family company in the series or the movie (I don't think so,) but that's my take on it :P

I fixed it a little different, so it's a bit dirty now :P You can skip that part if you want, it's not graphic or anything, but you never know who might take offense, right:p

Anyway, this is it :)

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Juud18

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One minute, he was cleaning up after a rescue, and the next, he was grabbed hard by the back of his uniform, flipped over, and down on the ground on his back, a hand pressed firmly against his throat. It all took five seconds, before he realized he couldn't breathe properly anymore.

Looking up, he found a young woman standing over him. Her hair was short and as black as her lips and clothes. She was pretty to say the least, but there was an ominous air about her. Like she was trouble...

After the shock of the attack passed, he started clawing at her restraining hands. He was desperate for air that was slowly being stolen from him, even if it was just a little bit...

Instead of letting go, she laughed, and dug her thumb deeper against her throat, robbing him of his breath even further.

He struggled and writhed on the ground, but she refused to let go. White spots danced in his vision and he started to feel lightheaded. He coughed and made a choking sound as her hold tightened even more. She was a lot stronger then she looked. She looked like she a billionaire's pretty daughter. She looked too lithe and small to do so much damage..

He could only stare at her as her eyes went from exotic green to red in the darkness. The moon illuminated her from behind him, and he could've sworn he saw something glitter in her mouth as she grinned and straddled his waist. He gasped as she scooted a little lower, and ground her hips against his.

His mind went blank, and she laughed. He felt her do it again, and he groaned as she let out a soft moan. This was not what he had expected her to do.. He had expected her to slap him, punch him, choke him, or worst of all, crush his larynx, -since she seemed to be strong enough to do so-.

But he didn't expect this... Again she ground against him, and he growled out a moan as he squeezed his eyes shut. The hand on his throat had loosened a little, but it was still tight enough to keep him in place.. He didn't feel like fighting anymore anyway. The air deprivation had weakened him severely, and what she was doing down there with him didn't leave him cold either...

He heard her moans get louder while he felt a paralyzing heat rush up his spine. He growled a few colorful,loud and ragged curse words, as he threw his head back.

Milliseconds later, he had wished he hadn't left himself vulnerable like that...

Leaning down so fast, she was like a black and red blur, she latched on to him, putting her teeth in his throat. He was able to hear her leather clothes crack as she pretty much pounced on him.

There was a five second delay, before he realized what she had done. He was quiet in those seconds, trying to make sense of things. Why she was straddling him still, why he was on his back on the ground, how she had managed to get him there, how she had moved so fast, and what she had just done to him and herself using him.

When his brain finally caught up, he felt a paralyzing pain run through him. His moan turned into a growl of pain, which gave way to a loud scream into the dark night sky. He knew no one was going to hear him, since he was in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere. He wished he hadn't told his brothers to go home and clean up instead of waiting for him. The last five hours, the brothers had painstakingly put out a raging forest fire heading straight at a busy city in New Zealand, getting scratches, bruises and dirt on their skin in the process..

He nearly choked on his scream, when she loosened her hold, and then bit down harder then before. He felt his voice give out with lack of oxygen, but still, his mouth was opened in a silent scream. It must've been a weird sight, a woman straddling him, him gasping for air like a fish on dry land, while she was biting down on his throat.

With every second she was latched on to him, he felt his energy drain from him. Seeping out of him like he was bleeding out. His eyes fluttered shut without his consent, and he moaned in frustration. He felt so tired.. Fighting her was becoming harder with every second..

He struggled for a few seconds more, until going deathly still. His hands slipped away from hers, and his head lolled to one side.

The late twenty-something woman straddling him, sat up again, and licked the blood off her lips. She was panting with the effort of drinking and the grinding, but a grin was gracing her pretty features.

Looking down on her victim, now so still and pale, she dragged one of her canines over her wrist, splitting the skin. It was a waste to let such a fine specimen die...

She moved to his left side, and lifted his upper body off the ground, supporting it as she pressed her bleeding wrist against his slack mouth.

Though feeling cold, and death warmed over, he still was aware of something pressing against his lips..

A few precious drops of blood from the woman's wrist leaked onto his bottom lip. Opening his eyes to tiny slits, he tried to make sense of all the blurriness. The big red and black blob in front of him.

The glassy blue orbs, that were supposed to make him see, tried to focus, while his brain tried to make sense of things. His tongue snaked out over his bottom lip out of reflex, and found the drops of blood. Licking the coppery substance off, his eyes snapped open, awareness unwrapping the veil that had fallen over him.

Subdued, he licked the cut, and then drank from the woman's wrist. It felt so normal.. Even though it wasn't. His mind was to far gone to realize wrong and right.

The woman encouraged him with soft, soothing tones to drink some more. He couldn't think at that point. Didn't want to think.. He had no idea what he was doing, it seemed as if he ran on automatic...

At some point, he felt an almost electric jolt run throughout his entire body.. He felt as if with every swallow of blood he claimed, life force seemed to drain from the woman, and seep into him. Similar to what she had done to him not too long ago.

Another jolt ran through his body, again, and again, drumming like it was a heartbeat. He felt it everywhere in his weak body, except his chest.

"Enough.." The woman commanded, and pulled away.

He felt a warm trail of blood run down the corner of his mouth.

He watched the woman stand up, and licked away the cold blood running down his chin. The woman purred at him, and he smiled.

A howl sounded from the distance.

Scott Carpenter Tracy awoke with a shock.

The Tracy heir had nightmares about failed missions a lot, (who of the Tracy family hadn't?), but never about some vampire lady before.. He couldn't get her out of his thoughts. Especially the red eyes. So bright and eery..

Scott's eyes snapped open, and he bolted out of bed.

Just a dream... He told himself, as he ran for the bathroom and turned on the tap to splash cold water on his face.

"This is crazy.." He muttered. Looking in the mirror, he sighed. He was as pale as a ghost, and his hair was all mussed up from tossing and turning so much.

Maybe it's time I stopped trying to handle this on my own... He thought. It had been so long since he had been in contact with anyone. He wasn't able too. He was only up at night. He had things to do at night.

Scott hadn't seen his brothers in a long time either. It was time he paid them a visit. He hadn't seen them, or his father in a looong time..

After grabbing a hot, relaxing shower, dressing and grabbing breakfast, he exited the hotel he had been staying in, and stepped into the dark night. He was going to visit the brother closest to his own age first.

He thought it would be best to go to Virgil first though. He felt that if anyone should know first that he was coming back, it was Virgil..

He felt closest to him. It was always him Scott confided in if he needed to. The second oldest Tracy was always there for him, he knew what to do with Scott if he broke down.

The eldest remembered with heavy heart the day he had crumbled under the emotional weight of the death of the little girl. Alan, Gordon and John probably had no clue how to deal with him if he ever had such an episode in front of them. He was still glad his father had heard him when he had smashed those glasses in front of Virgil and not one of the boys.

Virg was the one who had come to him when he had slipped away from the dinner table that night, determined to get the problem out of him.

Scott owed it to Virgil to come to him first, after all Virg had done for him.

He knew the brother with the musician's and artist's soul was due for his two weeks of working at Tracy Enterprises. None of them did it with pleasure, but it was necessary to keep up appearances. People would ask questions if they knew they just hung around on the island every day. They were expected to be at Tracy Enterprises, to run the place along with their father, since one of them was going to inherit it some day.

Scott felt sorry for letting his brothers slip out of his sight.. He loved them all dearly, and had missed them a lot. He just hadn't been able to get himself to visit them..

Today he was going to set his mistake straight, even if it killed him...

Again...

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Well, that was it, for now ;) Let me know what you think, and if I made any goofs, let me know too :) Don't kill me if you don't like it :x //hides in corner//

Oh, and I'm sorry if you didn't like the little dreamscene, how she was able to bite him ;) I was just so... (fill in the blanks ;-)) The scene kinda fits on the other hand, it's the ultimate way to bite the victim :P He doesn't suspect a thing and gets a bit of a kick out of it anyway ;)

You know what's funny? Try translating this in your own language if you're not English. Hilarious. I translated it in Dutch, god that was funny :D

Check my profile for a spoilerish Scotty picture, or my photobucket for more Scotty goodies :p (Can someone tell me how to post URL's in the story? Fanfiction is being a b-tch about it :S Can't seem to get it to work :S)

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Juud18