It was hot, but not the kind of hot he was used to. There was no water. Anywhere. How in the world did he get himself into this kind of trouble? Running is one thing, but running in the desert is another. Jacob hadn't thought much as he made his way through the sandy landscape. There wasn't much he could do now. The fact he could possibly live forever didn't matter when he couldn't quench his thirst. He couldn't sedate his hunger with a quick hunt without some water to energize himself with.

"Trevin? Come on, it wouldn't you?" hissed soft female voice just outside of Jacob's hazy view.

"I am more worried about you, than myself…" answered a voice, sounding a bit older then the female's voice.

"My father won't hurt you, if I get hurt or killed. Pure blood is valued too much." She spoke mockingly, her voice possessing a ring of innocent laughter in light of what her companion saw as vital.

"It doesn't have anything to do with blood. I'm still not going to let you bring that thing to the ranch. The ranchers won't like it, its endangering their livestock and their families…" The man seemed to be attempting to hide his annoyed tone, but his emotions took the best of him as his voice shook as he spoke. "Just leave some water and all will be fine. Liza!"

There were a couple of quick of light footsteps making its way towards Jacob, which were soon followed by more heavy less careful steps. A small petite hand combed through his thick dusty pelt and when Jacob opened his eyes he saw something he never expected. A girl with eyes of glowing scarlet. Tension crept through Jacob's body, as he readied himself for attack. Although he didn't know which side the attack would becoming from. A growl erupted from his muzzle and immediately the hand on his neck was pulled away.

"Liza, stop it!" Trevin had the girl by her waist as well as her wrist pulling her away from the animal on the desert sand. "Its an animal, these things happen everyday. Just leave it, its how nature is."

"Then, what are we?" Liza replied. Her comment must have meant something to the man, he wasn't so quick to counter his companion this time, until she continued her comment. "You said everything doesn't revolve around blood, Trevin? To you and your kind, all there is….is blood."

"My kind, must I remind you that I am your kind?"

"Then why does everyone insist on calling me different?"

"That isn't my place to speak of." His voice was now careful, calm, nearly emotionless.

"That's right, your place is to guard me, as well as to obey me," her hushed voice was on the edge of cruel and taunting. "Obey me, unless it counteracts with my father's orders. You obey me until, I am yours to wed." As she spoke the girl's voice became more soft, more intimate and in return the man's breathing slowed. His touch became more gentle.

"Oliza, must you be so cruel to remind me you are not mine?"

"Yes, because it helps me get what I want. Are going to help me or not?"

"I'll get the truck," he huffed.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps moving farther and farther away. Practically as soon as Jacob stopped hearing Trevin's footsteps fade away, a hand found its way back on Jacob's neck, but it didn't stay there for long. Jacob opened his eyes again, but he looked beyond her striking red eyes to come to the realization that she wasn't a bloodsucker. Her hand was too warm. Her tan was too bronze. Still she was beautiful. Young, but not as young as him and not any older than Sam. Oliza, the girl, she still wasn't very human. He could sense it.

"Sleep." He heard her voice, but her lips didn't move as he watched her. What the hell was she?