A/N: OK, I'm sorry. If anyone's confused, allow me to explain. I was at work and this scenario hit my brain. I realized that it was a great start to the story, and had to have it in there. So anyone who has read my story and is now confused as to why the first chapter reads as second and so on, I decided to mix things up a little bit. I apologize very much! The second chapter won't be long in posting either. Just consider this like a prologue.

So, again, just to say, this is a sequel to 'Cornered.' It is not necessary to read it first, but the other story does explain how the two of them got together. Also, if you like it, please review! The plot bunnies are gnawing the bars of their cages, and their favourite food is reviews! Kisses to those that already have! :) xxxxx

Again, I'm very sorry for the confusion, hope you guys don't mind!

Pairing: Peter/Charley. Slash, established relationship. Contains smut. If this sort of thing offends you, off you go.

Disc: Own nothing!

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Eve Miller glanced at her watch. When had it gotten so late? It was almost eight. She sighed, leaned back, and stretched. Her back cracked in several places as her chair tilted. She stood up, amazed that no one had come along to kick her out of the library yet. Standing, she started to slip her textbooks into her bag. That was enough for one day. If she had to look at one more sample of algae her eyes were going to fall out.

Outside the night was a bit chill. She was born and raised in Nevada, so the fifty degree temperature was cold for her. She wrapped her jacket a bit tighter about her as she walked down the steps of the library. Her shoes clicked on the concrete. Pools of white light were cast over the grounds.

The night was dark enough that she was starting to feel nervous as she walked. There wasn't anyone out this late at the university. As she walked, she thought of the rumours that had been around campus lately. People walking about too late, people disappearing. She chewed on her lip.

As she started for her bus stop, she noticed someone push away from a wall and start towards her. Eve felt her heart kick it up.

"You're being stupid," she muttered. As she tried to tell herself that, her phone rang. She jumped and gasped, then laughed as she dug it out of her bag. She flipped it on. "Hello?"

"Hey sweetie! You forget we were supposed to be meeting at Kerrigan's for a drink?" Catherine Myles's voice was on the line.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just trying to get that stupid assignment for Professor Howard done. Besides, you can't be missing me if Charley's there," she said, laughing.

Catherine was pining for a boy in her chemistry class. She'd even descended to the point where she'd written "Catherine Katie Brewster" in her notebook. It had taken a lot of latte's to get Eve to cover that up.

"Charley isn't here," she said, and Eve could hear the longing in her voice. It made her laugh. "He said he was busy tonight."

"Well, you always liked the mysterious types."

"Charley isn't that mysterious."

"He's always going off somewhere in the city," said Eve, giggling, "even though he lives in the 'burbs with his mom. He never really talks about his life, and sometimes he turns up exhausted at school, like he's always out all night, but never elaborates! I'm telling you, he must have a job as a male stripper or something."

Catherine shrieked with laugher. "Oh, stop! Come on, though, we're waiting for you here!"

"Alright, tell them all to keep their hair on. Love you, girl."

"You too, Eve. See you soon."

She hung up, smiling, and paused for a moment. From the corner of her eye she could see the person was still following. He was walking down the centre of the sidewalk, his head tilted down slightly. His long coat billowed around his legs. She swallowed. He was far enough away that he couldn't hear her.

Eve felt her mouth go dry. She started walking again, feeling her heart speed up even more.

Chewing her lip, she could see the bus stop ahead. She started to walk faster.

The steps behind her sped up.

Do not look back, do not look back, she told herself.

She stepped funny and stumbled. She hissed as she rolled her ankle and fell. She hit the sidewalk hard, pain exploding in her palms, knees, and screaming in her ankle. She knew without testing it, it was probably sprained.

"Ow!"

The man knelt down next to her. She looked up. His face was kind on the surface, attractive and smooth. Behind it she could see how amused he was, like her fear entertained him. He hauled her up and gave her a light push. Eve's ankle throbbed as she stumbled, and fell again, this time into the shadow between buildings.

He advanced, his head tilted, eyes appreciative like he was viewing a piece of art.

"Keep away!" she said, pushing herself back with her palms. Dirt and concrete bit the heels of her hands.

"Oh Eve," he whispered, following in a low crouch. Cold steel touched her back. She twisted, but she was against a dumpster. He paused, his body over her, looking down. She felt so small.

He stroked her face. His eyes were so black. "Little Eve."

She tried to push away, but his hands were strong. They clamped around her shoulders. "Stop it!" she said, trying to muster a scream, but her throat was dry. "How do you know my name?"

"Little Eve. I can see everything in your mind."

She blinked, unable to believe it, unable to see. His eyes were changing. Red, blood red, seeped in around the edges. She gasped, trying to struggle away. He drew her closer, brushing a long strand of blonde hair from her face. His fingers were so cold against her cheek. She noticed a tattoo, on the web between his index finger and his thumb - like a staring eye.

Two people approached paused in the mouth of the alleyway, casting a shadow from the white light. She turned to them. "Help me!"

They didn't move or speak. Eve blinked, taking in their strange appearance. Tourists? They were dressed skimpy, like it was ninety degrees out instead of fifty. One was a girl, tallish with blonde hair, very slim, wearing a loose fitting tank top, tight shorts and boots. The other was a man, well over six feet, with gangly arms, and a shock of red hair wearing a non-descript t-shirt and board shorts. They didn't speak, or move forward to help, simply stared.

"Please, this guy is crazy!"

The woman sighed, shaking a flick of hair from her face. She looked bored, and when she spoke it was high, and very feminine. "David, hurry up. If you don't her blood will go sour."

"Ah, but smell all that adrenaline," chuckled the man holding her.

Eve struggled again, but his hands were so hard. Vicelike. "You're insane! Let me go! I'll scream!"

"You're too scared now," said David. His teeth looked very sharp. He tilted her head back. "Don't worry, little Eve. Night is here, and you won't be afraid anymore."

"Please, God, no," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as the tears started streaming down her face.

"Sorry, Eve. But God has nothing to do with this."

His cold lips brushed her throat. Eve started to struggle, thrashing, kicking, but his body was around her. Why wasn't anyone helping? How come they were just staring?

There was a slash of pain. She stiffened, opened her mouth, but all that came out was a long, low squeak. She could taste blood in the back of her mouth, and warmth trickled around the cold points that were his lips. Something slimy moved against her, and she realized it was his tongue, caressing. Then, after another second, when the pain seemed to increase, she heard his long gulps, soft moans of pleasure.

He is drinking my blood.

Eve felt her mind break with the thought. His body, so much colder than the night, was a band of steel wrapped around her. He nuzzled, caressed, as he drank, and she felt the night get blurry. Everything was slipping away.

He pulled away from her with a soft kissing sound. Her head lolled. Unable to stop it, she heard a dull thud when it contacted the dumpster. She stared at him. His face was relatively clean, but for telltale smears of dark red by his lips. His tongue - still dark from what he had been tasting - slipped out, licking it away. He grinned.

"Delicious," he said.

Eve wanted to scream, but all she could manage was a moan. Blood was running down her side. She was in biology, knew that if he'd pierced her jugular she had maybe half a minute left. The idea was sort of peaceful. She didn't want to live with the memories.

"Here," the woman's voice, indifferent and beautiful, said.

Eve saw a flash of something, like glass, as it flew through the night. The man - David - caught it casually without looking at it. Eve blinked, her eyes tried to focus.

It was a glass flask. She blinked again. Inside was something red, like wine. David pulled the stopper out and took a sip of it. He grinned, his eyes vibrant, before he came in close again. Eve flinched back, but the movement was sluggish and forced.

He licked her cheek, and she winced at the cold, slimy feeling.

"Relax, pretty little Eve. You've all eternity ahead of you now. So many nights in which you will no longer be able to fear."

The glass was cool against her lip, and she felt so dry. He turned it up, and a drop passed her lips. It tasted strange, warm. Salty, and like metal. She gagged when she realized what it was, but she was too weak to stop him. The liquid filled her mouth, and she couldn't breathe. Instinct demanded she swallow, so she did, and as she took it in she felt herself changing. There was a little voice inside the back of her mind, cooing, welcoming. Her perspective of the night, of the shadows all around her changed. Suddenly they were welcoming, comfortable arms that embraced her, rocked her like a mother to a child. It was a safe haven. She swallowed again. The voice inside her grew, and her eyes rolled back, her body twisted like it wanted to stretch right out of her skin. The pain in her ankle, in her neck, was receding, and a new sort of sensation was appearing. She was thirsty, so thirsty, and dry dry dry, like the Nevada desert all around, stretching for billions of miles where she could roam like the ghosts. The voice was even louder now. She swallowed one last time, and the flask was taken away, empty. She had taken it all in, and she wanted more. So much more. The taste had changed. She needed it. Oh, she needed it. The voice was roaring now, and she could feel its siren's song. She didn't need to be afraid, she only needed to obey.

The girl who was Eve Miller stood, brushed her pants off, and stretched. She glanced at the other three. David was smiling at her. The other two were nonplussed, but she could see the hint of acceptance there behind their eyes.

"The Mother will be happy to make your acquaintance," said the one with the red hair. His voice was deep and smooth. She knew his name was Michael without being told. He was one of the Family.

"You must be so thirsty," said David.

His hand closed around hers. It was still cold, but not so much. Her body was changing, and she didn't care.

"Come with us, Darling. The night is yours now."

Smiling, she followed them into eternity.