Hello, all, this is Separate Entity. I was just reading Huntress, and it occurred to me that it might be interesting from Morgead's point of view. So here it is, from the part where Jez tells Morgead she's human till the end.

Happy reading!

Jez: Wait, you forgot a part?

Me: * shifty eyes * What part?

Jez: The part where you don't own Night World.

Me: But I do! I got it at the bookstore!

Morgead: Face it; you don't own Night World.

Me: Fine. I don't own Night World. L. J. Smith does.

Flashback from chapter 16:

"Because I'm a human," Jez said.

Morgead's Point of View

I froze. Jez was a human? It was impossible. It. Was. Impossible. This was Jez, for crying out loud. I had grown up with her, hunted with her. I had seen her eyes turn silver, seen her fangs red with blood. How could she be human? Being a damned Daybreaker was one thing, but being vermin was quite another.

"But that's–that's not–" I couldn't finish. I tried again. "But that's not possible. You're a vampire." I felt like shouting.

"Only half." Jez sounded miserable, but angry, too. "The other half is human. My mother was human. Claire is my cousin, and she's human. I've been living with my uncle Jim, my mother's brother, and his family. They're all human."

I closed my eyes and tried to let her words sink in. It was all too strange. Unreal.

"Vampires and humans can't have kids. You can't be half and half." My voice was still low.

"Oh, yeah, I can," Jez said, "My father broke the laws of the Night World. He fell in love with a human, and they got married, and here I am. And then, when I was three or so, some other vampires came and tried to kill us all." Her eyes were bright and . . . wet. "They knew I was half human. They kept yelling, 'Kill the freak.' So that's what I am. A freak."

I shook my head. I couldn't accept this. Part of me was saying, maybe you're still unconscious. Another part was shocked and horrified. And a third part was recognizing that Jez was crying, and hating it. But Jez wasn't done talking.

"I'm vermin, Morgead. One of them. Prey. That's what I realized a year ago, when I left the gang. Up until then I had no idea, but that last night we hunted, I remembered the truth. And I knew that I had to go away and try to make up for all the things I'd done to humans."

I put my hand up over my eyes. This was all too much.

"I didn't just become a Daybreaker. I became a vampire hunter. I track down vampires who like to kill, who enjoy making humans suffer, and I stake them. You know why? Because they deserve to die."

I looked up. "Jez—" I started, but she cut me off.

"It's weird. I don't know about our connection" —she smiled a bitter smile— "but I felt bad lying to you. I'm almost glad to finally tell you the truth. I kind of wanted to tell you a year ago when it happened, but I knew you'd kill me, and that made me a little hesitant." She was laughing now, hysterical. But nothing she did now could shock me. I was beyond shock. "So anyway . . ." she shifted her position, settling into a defensive position, "Are you going to try and kill me now? Or is the engagement just off?"

I didn't answer. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. But then I did, as a thought struck me. "That's why you wouldn't drink my blood," I said.

"I haven't had a blood meal in over a year," Jez said, sounding as bad as I felt. "I don't need to, if I don't use my Powers."

"Well, maybe you'd better drink some of your human friends'," I said, "because whoever has us— " I broke off, snapping into an alert position, as the van turned onto a gravel driveway.

Gravel. We must be pretty far from civilization, then.

Jez was alert as well. "Look," she said as the van came to a halt, "I know you hate me now, but whoever has us hates us both. I'm not asking you to help me. I just want to get my cousin away—and I'm asking you not to stop me from doing that. Later, you can fight me or whatever. We can take care of that between the two of us. Just don't stop me from saving Claire."

Whatever. I didn't move, not even when Jez moved so she could jump out of the van as soon as the doors opened.

Her action was pointless. The doors opened to reveal five thugs, three with wooden spears and two with guns.

"If anybody tries to fight, shoot the unconscious ones in the kneecaps," a voice from the other side of the van said. The voice was vaguely familiar, as if I should know it from somewhere.

We emerged from the van into a forest of spears held by more thugs. They led us up to a small red house, surrounded by trees. The thugs then led us into the living room. The humans were dumped on the rug, and the two guns were held on them while Jez and I were tied up. Tied up with bast cord, and held completely immobile. The humans were tied up next. The boy, Hugh, woke up when they wrenched his broken arm. Jez's cousin woke up when a 'wolf slapped her. She looked around, confused. "I—where are we? What's going on, Jez?"

"It's alright, Claire," Jez said. I was surprised by her almost motherly tone of voice. "Just keep quiet, okay? We're in a little trouble, but don't tell them anything." A moment of wordless communication passed between the two of them.

"A little trouble? I don't think so." It was that voice again, but this time with a person to go with it. She was a vampire, tall, with black hair, gold eyes, and a powerful aura. She radiated evil. She looked familiar, too.

"Allow me to introduce myself," she said. "I'm Lily Redfern."

Obviously, I'm not ending where the actual chapter ends. I am breaking it up to make it more manageable.

Please review; I need your feedback. All reviewers get honorable mention in the next chapter!

Morgead: Review! Or I'll sic Azhdeha on you!

Iliana: Whose side are you on, anyway?