Hey guys! I totally forgot about the copyright.

I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks. the Chipettes, etc. They belong to Ross Bagdasarian.

I also do not own Phelan. He is property of Winddragon Eternal.

I do, however, own the following: Ally, Tori, Harvey and any other OC (unless credited, of course).

Enjoy!

(Simon's POV)

Oddly enough, I did something I wouldn't have expected…

…I woke up.

Phelan was sitting at the table adjacent to the bed, sipping on a cup of black coffee and reading the newspaper. He only took a nervous glance at me for a second before he looked at the obituaries.

"You're taunting me," I mumbled.

He just laughed. "I happen to read the Obituary section every morning."

I sat down across from him, a bottle of water in my hand. "Did I happen to be in there by any chance?"

"No…" He made a panicked look at the front page. "…And there's good reason." He slid the front page over to me, a distressed look on his face. Ian was on the front cover, and the headline read:

"FURRY VENGENCE: New President Banning Any Talking Animal From U.S. Territory"

He didn't, I thought.

"Are you alright, Simon?" Phelan asked, his eyes somehow pleading for an answer.

Without answering him, I continued reading the short section on the front page:

LOS ANGELES, CA – Chipmunks and Chipettes everywhere better get their furry butts out. When we all thought we had all seen the last of a certain Ian Michael Hawke after two incidents of animal abuse and neglect, he's back to torture the rest of us as the new President of the United States.

Hawke signed a document into law this morning stating that any talking animal – never mind just a chipmunk – caught on U.S. territory can be executed the instant it is spotted. There are six in particular that are the only chipmunks Hawke wants alive: the Chipmunks and the Chipettes… that is, if anyone has any idea on the whereabouts of Simon Seville, who disappeared only mere moments after Hawke shot him in the chest.

I growled, not even going to bother going on with the rest of the article. "Hawke is a bastard. He's always been and he always will be."

Phelan slid another mug of coffee to me. "You look like you're going to need it."

"Thanks…" I took a huge gulp of the coffee. Suddenly, a scary thought came to me. "What if someone happens to find Jeanette and-"

"Simon, calm down," Phelan interrupted. "She'll be okay." He seemed desperate to please me, and I couldn't quite grasp as to why.

"Phelan, I have a feeling she won't be in the near future."

He nodded. "Okay, I admit it. Being anywhere in the United States right now isn't safe."

An idea suddenly popped in my head. "Well, that doesn't mean that we can't save anyone."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying we infiltrate the country as… agents, if you will… and save any of the chipmunks in hiding."

"You might want to look in the mirror first."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

"No, I mean that literally…"

I glared at him.

He took out a small mirror. "Just humor me, Si."

Si? I thought. What's up with him?

I was surprised to see a change in my appearance. My fur was at a lighter tone of beige, I had several fangs in, and instead of a definitive blue-gray, my eyes were a rich shade of gold.

That only meant one thing:

… I was a vampire.

"Well, I guess I'll need some extra disguises – and possibly some assistance – if I'm going to do this."

Phelan seemed… overly delighted. "That's a great idea! Maybe we should get some people on this." He put his hand gently on my shoulder. "And maybe we need to-"

Brushing Phelan's hand off, I turned briskly to face him. "What is going on with you, Phelan? You seem like you're trying to make a move on me…" I saw him blush awkwardly. "Are you?"

"You promise not to get mad?"

I nodded sympathetically. "I promise."

He sighed. "Then, yes, I was." I guess he could see I was a little shaky because he made a concerned face in my general direction. "You seem a little tense… Just try to sit and relax, alright?"

Well, in my defense, I didn't have much of a choice. Phelan grabbed me by the back of the shoulders and walked me back over to the chair I was sitting in before, and then for some reason, he started massaging my shoulders.

"Are you feeling any better?" Phelan asked.

I nodded, closing my eyes to relieve more of my stress. I felt Phelan lift me up and put me back on the bed. In a way, I could sense that Phelan was moving in on me, and just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder, he kissed me.

The only thing was: it felt… great.

Other than the fact that his eyes reminded me of…

…Jeanette's.

I lost it again in front of Phelan.

"Something wrong?" he asked, wiping away a tear from my eye.

I didn't bother with a response.

"You miss Jeanette, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Simon, it's okay. She'll still be around, I promise…" He kissed me again, and I felt at ease.

"What if Ian tries to find me? Or what he if does and he tries to kill me again?"

"He can't hurt you, Simon. You're immortal; nothing can hurt you…" He wiped another tear away from my eye and stroked my fur. "You're safe here, Si." He pulled a sheet over the two of us. "All I need you to do is stay here with me… There's nothing for you to worry about."

The two of us suddenly went from kissing to making out, and everything after that was a blur.