A/N: Even though he wasn't supposed to be mentioned in the story just yet, Heath Slater graces us with his presence—and what a monster he is...read and enjoy!

Chapter 1- Vampires In Durban

Intro: Durban, 2446

As the young woman began to dress for a night out, two dark figures watched at her in the darkness that surrounded them.

Martine de Wees had been planning to meet up with some old schoolmates that she hadn't seen in years on this particular evening.

She was preparing to leave her apartment in Chatsworth to meet them at a nightclub in Cape Town and then to another in Pietermaritzburg—until her phone rang.

"Hey, chica," her friend Jennifer called from her car. "Are you coming down?"

"Coming now," Martine said. "Give me a minute to get down there. Hold your horses, Jen."

"Okay," Jennifer said, hanging up her cell phone.

Neither Martine nor Jennifer realized that someone was watching them.

From their perch in a nearby tree, Paul Lloyd Jr, also known as Justin Gabriel, and Heath Miller, who was known as Heath Slater, watched Martine as she got ready for her fun-filled evening.

I wonder what you taste like, Justin thought. Maybe I should taste the both of you and see which one's better.

They both look good. God, let's tag team and take them both, Heath murmured.

"God," Jennifer muttered. "I can't believe she is taking this long."

"Sure you can," two voices said.

Jennifer whirled around. "Who said that?"

"We did," both Heath and Justin replied.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Jennifer asked.

"No, but you will," came the reply.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing. Just trying to be friendly."

Jennifer was getting angry. "Get out of my car."

"Nope. I'm going to let you out of your car," Justin growled, baring his fangs at the frightened girl.

"What he said," Heath added.

"No!" she shouted.

"Oh, yes," Justin said. "Look into my eyes, pretty girl. I'm hungry, and you have what I need."

"Please don't kill me," the girl begged. "Please."

"I don't know," Justin murmured. "What do you think, Heath?"

"Well," Heath began. "I think we should kill her. And then go after her friend. But let them go to wherever they're planning on going first."

"Hmph," Justin muttered. "I don't like that idea. I'd rather kill her and her friend now. Then we could assume their identities and worry about their bodies being found later."

Heath grimaced at the thought of shifting. "I haven't shifted in years. I dunno bout that."

"Neither have I," Justin said. "But we can try."

"Well, here goes," Heath said. "Let's see, maybe I can do it."

"Wow," Justin said. "That's insane. My turn."

Heath let out a sigh. "What were we freaking out over? We look fabulous."

They shifted back into their rightful forms.

Jennifer, who was completely freaked out, stared at them. "That was scary. Are you demons or something?"

"More like something," Heath replied.

"I don't care. Get out of my car. And take your American friend," Jennifer hissed. "Martine's coming down now."

"Okay, okay," Justin said. "We're leaving. Come on, Heath."

"How did you know I was American?" Heath asked.

"I just know," Jennifer replied. "See you in hell, bastards."

"Hell," Heath complained, climbing out of the car. "And it was just getting to the good part."

"Don't worry," Justin said. "We'll get them."

Meanwhile, Martine got into the car. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Let's go meet up with the others."

"Perfect."

Justin and Heath looked at the car as it drove off. Exchanging glances, they got into their own car and headed for Cape Town.

About an hour later, Martine and Jennifer arrived in Cape Town. Driving down the main road, they finally arrived at the nightclub where they met the others.

"My God," Luisa moaned. "It's about time you two got here."

"Don't know why you're complaining, Lu," Martine said. "Not all of us live in Johannesburg and drive like maniacs to Cape Town on a Friday night."

Luisa laughed. "You are a gem, Jen. How was the drive from Morningside to Chatsworth, all 20 minutes of it?"

"LONG," Jennifer complained. "She takes forever to get ready."

"I didn't know what to wear," Martine grumbled.

"Sheesh," Angeline said. "What you have on is awesome."

"Thanks, just something I threw on," Martine said.

"Not a problem," Angeline said.

"Anyway," Jennifer said. "Let's get some drinks."

They called a waiter over to order their drinks. "Ready to order?"

"Yes," Jennifer replied, looking up at the waiter. "We'll have a round of—."

"Why'd you stop ordering?" Luisa asked.

"Nothing," Jennifer replied. "We'll have a bottle of Malibu and six glasses, please."

I think she recognized me, Justin murmured.

I wouldn't be so surprised, Heath replied.

Doesn't matter, Justin hissed. We said we would get her—and her friend too.

Yeah, but now there are four others, Heath reminded him.

It's fine, Justin said. We don't need them. I have to take their drink order. You can start making them.

Got it.

They closed off the connection and continued their watch on the girls.

"What the hell?" Angeline asked. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"I think I did," Jennifer replied.

"Do you know the waiter?" Luisa asked.

"I thought I did," Jennifer said.

"Anyway," Martine sighed. "We came to have a fun-filled evening. Let's do that."

Heath was still muttering under his breath as Justin walked up to him.

"Here," he said. "Take their drinks. We've got to get Martine away from them."

"Don't worry yourself so," Justin said. "We'll figure it out. Let them have their fun."

Two hours later, the girls headed into their cars and were off for even more fun in Pietermaritzburg.

They had no idea they were being followed.