Rating: M, for language

Pairing: Franklin/Tara in later chapters.

Characters: OC, Daphna + other TB characters

Reviews: Tell me what you think!

A/N: Takes place in 2106. I break TB cannon here but hopefully you'll like it

Song: My Time - Minus the Bear

I Got Your Nights

One thing she hated was not being able to work on her music. Daphna would rather DJ than slay some vamp or crazy ass werewolf. Unfortunately, she was a natural vampire hunter. Daphna came from the most famous dhampir family. They were the first ones known to modern society. Of course dhampirs, or "dampers" as people like to call them, have been around as long as vampires have been around. Dhampirs have similar abilities to vampires such as super speed/strength and glamouring. They also lack known vampire weaknesses, are immune to silver and able to walk in daylight. A trademark feature of all dampers is wild, unruly hair. Many also have larger than normal eyes, ears, and teeth.

Sometimes, dhampirs were revered. Most of the time though, both vampires and humans reviled them for being half-breeds. When vampires were forced into hiding from humans, centuries ago, the number of dhampirs born dropped significantly. The few that were born were raised in secret and turned when they came of age. Over time, basic knowledge about dhampirs was either lost or relegated to vampire folklore. When her great-great-great grandparents married they didn't think they could have children. When she became pregnant, they were just as shocked as the rest of the world. Their twins, Owen and Emma, were two duplicates of their father: from their wavy black hair and mischievous grins, to his tall and slender frame. Their third child, Simon, had a combination of his parent's looks. His personality was more temperamental like his father. The baby of the family, Zoë, was a taller, lighter-skinned version of her mother.

Daphna is a descendant of Owen. Living in the Upper West Side enabled Daphna to live her celebutante lifestyle quietly. The anonymity New York City gave her room to hunt in relative peace. Most of her schoolmates had no clue that she was a damper, let alone a vampire hunter. All they knew was that her grandmother raised her. Daphna was happy that she got to have a girls' night out with her best friend Ricki. They just walked out of The Farm, the hottest nightclub in downtown Manhattan.

"I don't get to hang out with Ricki anymore since she got into wedding planning mode," she thought to herself.

"Hey, do you wanna go to McSorley's?" Daphna asked.

Ricki looked at her friend, pained.

"I can't. Remember I have an appointment at Klinefeld's tomorrow morning. You're still coming aren't you?"

Daphna chuckled. "Yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Have you re-considered my suggestion of going out with Aaron?"

Daphna slumped against the streetlight.

"Hell no! You know I'm too busy with work to even think about a relationship. This is the 22nd century, I really don't need a man – " she hissed.

"Good evening, Ricki," Franklin interrupted behind them.

Ricki jumped and Daphna heard her friend's heart race. "H-hi Mr. Mott. Bye Mr. Mott," she nervously chirped. Ricki hailed an oncoming air taxi heading uptown.

"I'll call you later, O.K.?" Daphna whispered. Ricki bolted to the safety of the yellow cab. She poked her head of the window, "Don't forget 10 AM sharp!"

Daphna nodded as the air taxi sped away. She stormed across the street. Franklin fell in step with her. One minute she is talking to her best friend Ricki, the next he shows up and she's gone. The two walked silently for a few moments as they approached The Tombs. She looked at him askance.

"Franklin. How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on my friends? You know Ricki is terrified of you!"

"We have to talk," Franklin said.

Daphna pushed her wavy black hair out of her eyes and frowned at him.

"Don't say that," she complained, "every time you say that, everything goes black and I end up with bloody clothes."

Franklin's eyes scanned her face. "I'm fucking serious!" he grumbled.

"So am I! I don't know who's making more money, my tailor or the dry cleaner. Not to mention having to buy multiples of everything over at Bloomies!" Daphna quickened her step, "Can't I just have a week to myself without you giving me some crazy ass assignment?"

"This isn't business – its personal," Franklin said, "your father called."

Daphna stiffened. Her large, blue eyes darkened as they filled with confusion. She spun around to face him.

"Things are getting really bad in New Orleans. He can't track down any of your aunts and uncles. All your cousins are missing too. He wanted me to make sure that you are were O.K."

"What? Not even the Bellefleurs?" she whispered.

"Haven't tracked them down yet. So far you and you father are the only ones I've been able to talk to."

Daphna noticed two men walking under the Bridge of Sighs. Both of them sensed they were vampires. The taller vamp called out to Franklin, "Hey, get away from her. She's a slayer."

Franklin sped down the street and rounded the corner.

I don't believe this is happening.

The shorter vampire feasted on her with his eyes.

"You wanna dance motherfuckers? Let's dance."

The tall vampire flashed a murderous grin.

The bounty on this bitch is too good to pass up.

Daphna quirked her eyebrow at the vampire's thought and gave him a small, crooked smirk.

The short, greasy blond sped toward her baring his fangs. She saw his fist approach her face and she grabbed him by the hair with her left hand.

Daphna spun around in time to give the taller blond vamp a roundhouse kick with her right leg to his chest, sending him to the ground.

She then gave the short one a kick to the ribs with her left leg, ripping out his hair in the process.

"Eeew…"

Daphna grimaced as she tossed the bloody hair clump to the side.

The tall vamp recovered quickly and gave her a sound kick in the back. Daphna flew over the vamp still on the ground and flipped over landing on her back.

Pain shot through her as she got to her feet.

Daphna dodged the tall one's punch.

She couldn't avoid the kick to the head from the shorter man however.

It sent her straight to the cobblestone. She landed right on her butt.

He crouched over her to see his handiwork.

Daphna gave him a kick in the face.

The tall one skidded to avoid his partner.

Daphna leapt to her feet, racing over to him.

Her palm collided with his nose.

Crunch.

"I don't feel like playing any more boys."

Daphna started giving the taller man punches to the face and head.

Blood oozed between her fingers and dripped down onto the cobblestone below.

Her knuckles began to burn.

The shorter vampire hobbled over to the sidewalk. He grabbed a wooden plank and advanced on Daphna.

She twisted to grab the plank, letting his momentum give her leverage.

Daphna used it to slam him against the Egyptian relief on the wall.

His head hit the stone with a sickening thud.

The wood splintered in half from the force.

He crumpled to the sidewalk; knocked out cold.

She glanced at Franklin at the other end of the street, lingering in the shadows.

Is this ass gonna help me or what?

The taller vamp caught her off guard and pinned her to the wall.

She gave him a head butt.

He didn't finch. She kicked him hard in the groin.

He let out a high-pitched scream.

"Biiiitch," he said, clutching his crotch for dear life.

Daphna swayed as she grabbed the wooden fragment. Leaning slightly, she hurled it into the taller one's chest.

He exploded, covering her in blood from head to toe.

Franklin sauntered over to Daphna.

"Are you O.K.?"

She glared at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Daphna groaned. "Look at this shit."

She flicked blood off her hands. "My outfit is ruined thanks to you."

He peered over at the still unconscious vampire on the ground.

"What are you going to do with him?"

"Mott interrogation 109, of course."

Franklin put his arm around her and chuckled.

"That's my girl!"