A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*

The ringing of the phone stirred her from her slumber. She groaned and grabbed the obscene device, growling when her eyes focused on the number.

"What?"

"Is that any way to greet me?"

"Don't you have anything better to do at…" she glanced up at the clock and exhaled irritably, "Six in the morning?"

"Did you find anything out?"

"No," she dragged her body upright.

"You do realize the importance of this don't you?"

"Yep," she replied impatiently.

"That thing you call an ugly paperweight cannot fall into certain hands!"

"Well if it had we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?"

"I'm serious Brooklyn! You of all people should understand the dire circumstances and the repercussions if…."

"Don't be so melodramatic; it's such a turn off," she didn't hold back on the sarcasm.

"Find him and see if he knows where it is! If not our deal is off!"

"Keep your panties on I found his address."

"That's more like it…."

Brooklyn hung up and collapsed back on the bed, feeling her irritation beginning to subside. For being a vampire hunter, he acted more like a five year old sometimes. But then again he could easily make her life a living hell. Her hand drifted down and around the bottom right of her abs, feeling the raised scar that rested beneath the white tank top.

Shaking off the insecurities that were knocking, Brooklyn pulled herself out of bed and towards the shower.

"Hey Mason where are you headed off to so early?"

Brady yawned and stretched. Surprisingly he wasn't hung over despite the copious amount of whiskey he consumed the night before.

"Supposed to be hot today and I wanna get my run in early," he wasn't completely lying. Mason was going out on a run but only as a cover to go back to her place.

"Yeah it is a bit warm out," Brady nodded sleepily then went about making coffee.

"Be back in a bit," Mason hastily retreated for the rapidly warming outdoors.

His heart was racing as his feet thundered down the steps. He hoped she was there as he charged down the boardwalk and towards the neat row of bungalows. Her scent was long since gone, washed away by sea and sand like every other that is left behind. Mason spied the house as it crept over the sandy horizon, like a beacon in a storm.

Already tourists were slipping out from their hotels and beach houses, ready for another day of sun and surf. Mason ignored them as his focus was trained on the house which was a pale blue in color now that the sun was rising over the sky. His hearing picked up the sounds of water running as the shower was on full blast.

Good she's home….

He couldn't but help to let the smile grow on his lips as he slowed his run down to a medium jog. Mason didn't want to look desperate but he didn't want the chance to slip through his fingers either. He slipped between houses as to avoid curious stares from local and visitor alike. The people next door were gone for which Mason was silently grateful for. He heard the curtain being drawn back and decided it was time to make his move.

Brooklyn tucked the flap neatly between her skin and the rest of the towel. The unexpected phone call had put her in a foul mood.

He must have no life

She thought silently while gathering her clothing. Brooklyn had finished pulling the shirt over head when she heard the rapping on the door.

"Oh don't tell me that SOB came down here," she grabbed her weapon and slipped it in the back of her jeans.

With gun in hand she peered through the window to see someone totally different standing there.

"Damn tourists," she relaxed then opened the door. Her mouth dropped open at what awaited her on the other side.

"Uh hi," Mason rubbed the back of his neck. He was at a loss for words. She was beautiful! Coppery hair damp and plastered to her neck, shining deep ginger in the sun as her eyes sparkled like two slate rings. She smelled like vanilla and earth, with hints of sandalwood thrown in.

"Can I help you?" Brooklyn found herself gawking at the brown haired hottie standing on the porch. His skin was lightly kissed by the sun or rather the parts that weren't covered by clothing. But from what she could see there was no tan line anywhere…..anywhere….

"Yeah, my dog, he ran away and I'm hoping you saw him?"

"Well do you have a picture?" Brooklyn asked carefully. Her hunter's instincts kicked in as suspicion crept up.

"Yeah," Mason fished out a picture and passed it over to Brooklyn. Their fingers slid along the other, sending tiny sparks across their skin. Mason knew exactly what it was while Brooklyn was in the dark. His heart fluttered and stomach twisted as his craved for more.

Brooklyn shook her head and took a look at the tiny photo. A German Shepherd with a red collar sat poised with ears perked up.

"Beautiful dog," she passed the photo back.

"Thanks," Mason smiled. Brooklyn couldn't but help to notice the perfect rows of white that brought out the rich cerulean in his eyes.

Okay…This boy is smoking HOT!

"Well if I see your dog I will let you know. Oh what's your dog's name?"

"Bailey," Mason spat out.

"Well if I see Bailey I'll let you know," Brooklyn started to turn away but stopped. "You know I didn't even get your name or where you live or at least your number."

"It's Mason," he stuck out a hand, "Mason Lockwood."

Mason heard her heart temporarily stop as her eyebrows arched in surprise.

"Is there something wrong?" Mason's smile faltered slightly.

"No," Brooklyn snapped out of her fleeting trance, "I'm sorry I don't know what got over me."

"I get that sometimes," his hand stayed extended. Brooklyn saw the strong toned arm out in offering to her and she clutched in hers. Mason felt how warm and soft her hand was against his. He could feel her pulse slightly pick up as the same tiny shocks popped between them.

"That's strange," Brooklyn wiggled her fingers and nervously laughed it off.

No….no it wasn't…..It was….perfect….

Mason felt the desire rising to the surface again. It was the wolf scratching in the depths of his body. It knew. It was her.

"Well if I see your dog…."

"Oh right," Mason laughed, "Can I come in?"

"Uh sure," she wasn't sure why she quickly answered like that but Mason stepped inside. He saw the small house was neat but not overly decorated. A TV sat in the corner with a couch and love seat to the left and right. The kitchen was off of the living room; tiny but well supplied. But it was her scent that lulled Mason into a trance.

"What's your number and I'll put it in my phone," Brooklyn appeared with her phone in hand.

"Here," Mason gently took it from her and punched his number in.

"Thanks," Brooklyn slipped her phone back in her pocket.

"Not a problem," Mason's smiled returned. Brooklyn looked away and bit her lip.

I shouldn't want him like this…..But I do!

"So I was wondering….." Mason started to say but lost his voice.

"Wondering what?" Brooklyn tilted her head but knew what he was thinking.

"I was kind of hoping….Well…."

"If I've had breakfast yet," Brooklyn watched as his cheeks turned red. It was so cute watching a grown man blush like a teenager. "Are you trying to ask me out?"

"No," Mason shook his head. "No, yes, no, what I mean is…."

"I'll grab my shoes," she nodded. Brooklyn hoped Mason knew where it was. He seemed like a nice guy but she knew what he was when the moon was full in the sky. She didn't hold it against him but he didn't care about feelings or emotions. The only thing that mattered was that fucking moonstone! She told herself to keep her heart wrapped in stone, to not get close to him. But something was stirring in the pit of her being, something that refused to be silenced. It was like the moment she laid eyes on the blue eyed man her heard had stopped and her head was spinning.

Shaking it off she slipped her shoes on and ignored the waiting text.

Mason waited in the entry way, patiently waiting for Brooklyn. His mind raced with so many thoughts and dreams it was making his head start to spin. Mason knew that he would have to tell her eventually about the sparks and the deep seated desires. Of how she was meant for him and he was meant for her.

Would she understand? Or would she run? What if she doesn't want to be like me?

"Mason," Brooklyn reappeared. "You ready?"

She flashed a lop sided grin as he opened the door and offered his hand to her. The hunter slipped it in his and together they stepped out onto the boardwalk.

I'll be covering more of the mate issue so don't worry! And our mystery man is Sebastian Roche's character that is yet to be named! Would be nice if they gave him a name...

Again thanks everyone! I hope everyone who is reading is liking it so far. I know it's a bit slow now but when things heat up they will HEAT UP! I promise!