So I read through the first chapter, and just to clear up any confusion. I didn't have a name for my main girl, Alison, so I just used Kate. I missed a few sentences where I called her Kate, but her name IS Alison. I'm just to lazy to change it. Thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad you all like it. Feel free to PM me if the storyline gets a little convoluted.

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He wasn't lying, when she stepped out of the lavish casino, a Lincoln was waiting for her. She slid into the backseat, and the aging man turned around to address her.

"You are Alison Purifoy?"

"Yes. What about my car?"

"It is being taken care of. Where to?"

"1134 Decateur. "

He turned back around and drove away. Alison watched the casino's fly by, the whole time, a pit in her stomach at the thought of what had happened to her brother. Jake had moved to Louisiana as soon as their mother had been taken back to the hospital the second time. He told his sister that he couldn't watch his family fall apart, and gave her a number he could always be reached at. The last time she called it, a woman had picked up and told her she didn't know anyone named Jake. The last time she had seen him she was sixteen, and now at twenty two, she had changed very much. In fact, she had dated a werewolf. It hadn't worked out for the fact that she was a normal human, and she hung around too many vampires.

She broke her trance by looking up and seeing the small driveway that led up to her building.

"I'll be right down."

"Take you time, Ma'am." He said, pulling out a newspaper.

So she did. She brought nearly everything she owned, which wasn't very much. She called her uncle and explained the circumstances, he agreed to take her cat and told her to be careful. she threw away any food that was perishable, and did the last of her dishes. She made her bed and changed into a more comfortable cotton mini dress and sneakers. She grabbed her suitcase, said goodbye to her cat and shut off all the lights. Her uncle had her key, so there was nothing left to do but leave.

The drive got out of the car and helped her put her suitcase in the trunk and she got back into the car. "I don't know who you are, but you must be special."

"We'll see." She said, and stared out the window again. She fell asleep within twenty minutes and only woke up when the car stopped. "Where are we?" She asked the man driving.

"34 catalinas drive. This is Mr. Castro's house. I will drive you up to the front door and then Roger will help you."

"Roger?"

"The kings secretary." She nodded and he drove through the large gate towards the large house. It looked as if it should be in Beverly Hills, not Las vegas. He stopped the car in between two large pillars that led up to the main entrance of the house. "Good luck." She nodded.

"Thanks." And exited the car. He got out of the car and got her suitcase out of the trunk. Tipping his hat too her, he got back into his car and drove away, leaving Alison to stare up at the front door expectantly. How did she get here? Two hours ago she was just a normal girl, living in a tiny apartment and now, she was going on a road trip with a bunch of fucking vampires.

"Hello Alison." She looked up to see a pleasant looking man- vampire staring down at her. "I see the king has wonderful taste in women, as always. If you'll follow me, I'll take that." He picked up her suitcase with ease and carried it into the house, she followed. The house was even lovelier inside then it was out, everything was either white or red and it was clear that Felipe De Castro had wonderful taste. She followed Roger up the stairs and down a long hall. She peered into a door that was open and was surprised to see another human, this one a young man. He caught her eye and looked almost alarmed for a moment. Roger led her into the room beside where she had seen the man and set her suitcase down.

"You will want to get some sleep. We leave tomorrow night. Breakfast will be waiting for you in the morning, feel free to take advantage of the pool and any other amenities. The King has told all of his human employees that you will be staying here. Goodnight." He smiled, and she could see his fangs were out. She smiled back and he left the room.

Not even five minutes after Roger had left, Alison heard a knock on the door. "Come in." She said, turning awkwardly towards the door and closing her suitcase. When he entered she was surprised by how handsome he was. Tall, sandy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes. He looked nearly frantic, and she couldn't help but wonder why. The only thing she could think to do is advance forward with her hand extended.

"I'm Alison."

He smiled shakily and took her hand. "You can call me Johnny."

"It's nice too meet you Johnny. Now, if you don't mind me asking, is there a reason you look so alarmed."

"You're a plain old human."

"Yes. I am aware."

"I mean, you're not a supe or anything. Now, if you don't mind me asking, what is a pretty human girl doin' in a house full of vampires?"

For the first time since she had met him, she realized that his voice was faintly southern. She didn't have a lick of an accent, maybe a little bit of a west coast pronunciation, but not an accent by any means.

"I am here because Felipe De Castro asked me to be, and because he knows where my brother is. Why he wants me here, or why he is trusting me with information, I do not know. And you?" It was common knowledge in the supernatural world that Vampires and Shifters did not get along. It was obvious from the way this man presented himself that he was a supe, what kind, she didn't know yet. Probably a shifter, she was guessing. He didn't seem confident to be a were and sure as hell was no vampire. Not cute enough to be a fairy, but just rugged enough to have some animal in him.

"They have a friend of mind in their possession, and I am just returning a favor by backing him up. If the Vegas vampires have even the slightest chance of taking over, they need all the help they can get. They are off killing Louisiana's queen already, I'm sure."

She tried to ignore that last fact, she didn't want to think of Sophie Anne being killed, she had seen her only once at Bloodlust for a meeting, but had looked not a day over sixteen. "Who's your friend?"

"Quinn, he's a weretiger. One of the last left."

"I have heard of him. What exactly are you?"

"I am a true shifter, but I prefer the form of a lion."

"Lion and tigers and bears, oh my." She said, he chuckled slightly.

"I have answered your questions, now will you answer one of mine?"

"Sure."

"Who is your brother?"

"Jake Purifoy."

"Oh," He said, glancing at the floor. She stared at him confused.

"Do you know him?"

"I know of him."

"What do you know?" She said, her voice catching in her throat. Her heart was beating faster and the shifter was staring at her with an unwanted sense of sympathy.

"Your brother was a were," She nodded, signifying she knew. "And he got mixed up with some vamps, and through some events that I can't repeat mostly because I'm not entirely sure, became one of 'em. He was in Rhodes at that Giza hotel when it was bombed. I don't know if Mr. Felipe is telling the truth about him being alive, but most of us were under the impression he was dead."

Alison had known about the bombing in Rhodes, who hadn't? It hadn't even occurred to her that her brother might be involved, he was a were and what could a were possibly be doing at a vampire hotel. He hand had moved up to her mouth and she could feel tears coming, though she swallowed them. Lowering her hand, the shifter was staring at her with sadness.

"So you think he is lying to me?"

"I don't know, but it seems likely."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. You should be careful, don't let them you know anything."

She nodded and he smiled and left her alone. She was confused, and curious and angry. This entire situation was shaping up to make no sense whatsoever. Why had Felipe De Castro, the king of Nevada, let her hear secret vampire business and tricked her into accompanying him to Louisiana to chase her estranged brother who was most likely dead? He was eccentric, but she was sure he wasn't crazy. After all, she was just a plain old human. Not a shifter, a psychic, a witch, a fairy, nothing.

She put all of these thoughts aside and undressed, crawling into the lavish bed before her. She was glad that Johnny was in the room next to her, she didn't know him well at all, but he seemed trustworthy. She would ask him more question tomorrow, but for now, she needed sleep.

She drifted off, thoughts of the attractive shifter next door and the crazy king of Nevada stinging her thoughts.

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