This is quickly developing loads of sub plots and red herrings... but you don't know that yet, so forget I said anything. :D

There's nothing like the brain of a beautiful girl
Where they grasp the fallacy of the world
We're in the back room, back to back
Breathing hard, reading the file on the heart they sought to defile
She Won't Follow You – Say Anything.

(You get the general theme...)

Chapter 3

Harlot, Yes; Traitor, Never.

"This is never going to work," Elliot hissed, adjusting her skirt and looking around the bar.

"Be confident, Elliot," Thane whispered in her ear, sliding his hands around her waist and down onto her hips. She grabbed his hands and removed them from her body. For a gay kid, Thane acted really promiscuous.

Well, that was Elliot's theory – Thane had to be gay, he dressed too flamboyantly to be straight. It didn't matter how many girls he slept with, it was all a big cover up.

"Now go." He said, letting go of her and striding decisively off into another part of the bar. Elliot got to work immediately; this was a Night World bar, after all. She slunk sensually to the bar, dancing around people and smiling flirtatiously at everyone that caught her eye. The second after she ordered her drink, boys and girls alike, all trying too hard to look casual already surrounded her. She didn't quite understand why she had the ability to draw people to her like moths to a flame.

(A/N; Wow she's such a MASSIVE Mary-Sue. .)

It was her job to fish for information, and it was difficult if she didn't know where to look. Fortunately, she did, and none of the people at the bar were really sticking out in her mind as suspicious past the usual amount.

"Screw it." she said under her breath. She turned to the man seated next to her, "hey you," she said overenthusiastically, "have you heard about Matt?"

The man sat next to her was painfully average for a Night Worlder, his hair – barely distinguishable as brown under the dark lighting – curled damply around his ears from sweat. His fringe stuck together oddly and Elliot watched as he played with it, not quite paying attention to her until she spoke.

He raised an eyebrow – it was obvious he wasn't actually one of her followers by the uncomfortable look on his face.

"You know, that guy trying to take down Daybreak," she covered herself in a cloak of fake innocence, biting her lip gently and seductively, "I think he sounds awesome."

"Oh yeah, him." The man said, a smile sliding onto his face, "you think he's pretty cool?"

Elliot brushed back her fringe and nodded, she could see his breathing falter as he caught her scent. Damn, being a succubus was fun. She leant in close to him.

"So, what's your name?" she asked, breathing against his neck.

"Matt." His smile turned into a grin, "and yeah, I think I'm pretty fucking awesome too."

Wow, this is a short chapter.

Also, Simon Helberg is the most beautiful person ever, I own him; he lives in my basement. I don't just love him for being in Big Bang Theory, though... He's just too sexy too not love.. 3 I also want to BONE Aaron Wolff; THAT KID IS AMAZING.

That is all.

Goodnight.