Title: (If you can think of one let me know lol)

Disclaimer: Not mine...well the haracters are but the Nightworld and such belong to L.J.Smith

A/N: Well throwing another part out...Dot know when the next update will be as Im kinda swamped with A Level stuff...eek exams start in 4 days! Please let me know what you think. HIT THE BUTTON!


Part 3

Parker stirred slightly, her head throbbed painfully and her neck ached as if she had slept awkwardly. As the darkness receded slightly, she started to hear movement in the room and slowly, struggling slightly to push away the warm soft darkness that threatened to trap her again, she opened her eyes. Her vision blurred from sleep, she wondered if it was Libby or Stephanie that was up. Slowly her gaze cleared and settled on the back of a straw blond head. Not Libby or Stephanie. Memories from the night before rushed back causing her head to pound sharply. The club, the guy…no…the vampire!

"Oh my God!" She gasped, struggling to sit up. The guy finally looked over to her.

"Good morning to you too," he said watching her carefully, debating internally what she was going to do. Scream or run. He looked surprised when she did neither, but instead just watched him.

"Don't you know that it's rude to stare?" He said, even though he was used to it.

"Sorry." Parker blushed but still didn't look away. "Your not the guy who attacked me last night." Statement, not question as she finally managed to look away. Parker gently touched her neck where she ad been bitten. Afresh flash of pain made her gasp.

"No, I'm not. I wouldn't do that id I were you. It'll take a few days to completely heal. I'm Ryan by the way, female babysitter extraordinaire." His smile was charming and slightly little boy cute too.

"Parker. Why am I here?" Parker asked turning from looking at the room she was in, plain white walls, green carpet, a television set, bookcase and forest green settee, to look back at him. Ryan turned fully from whatever he had been doing in the adjoining kitchen and look at her. Parker had to stop herself from gasping aloud. His eyes startled her; she'd never seen that colour in a person's eye before. They were the colour of the sky just before pure darkness hit. Not quite dark but then still not exactly light blue either. His straw blond hair fell in a styled mess, that just got up look. He was gorgeous without a doubt, about 5.9 and naturally muscled, but something about him put her on edge. Maybe it was just the fact that he was keeping her hostage or whatever he was doing keeping her here. Babysitting. That reminded her of her question. "Why am I here?" she asked again.

Ryan couldn't answer her. Hell he didn't actually know himself. " As far as just pissing Maz off I haven't a clue," he answered honestly. " Normally he gives us a reason for the hits we have but he hasn't told me anything about you. If he has got a reason then I don't know it." He watched her as what little information she had been given sank in.

"Are you a vampire? I mean that guy last night was, wasn't he." She asked more out of curiosity then true fear. He smiled at her again.

"Yeah he was and yeah I'm Lamia." She looked confused when he had said 'Lamia'. "I'm taking it then you don't know about the Nightworld." Parker shook her head.

"So what doe Lamia mean then?" She asked.

"Umm, born vampire. The ones that can grow old, have kids. A bit like humans, but not." Ryan was confused, usually their hits were Nightworlders or humans who told or knew too much but Ryan was sure that she didn't know anything about the Nightworld, either that or she was the best damn actress he'd ever seen. 'So why is she here then?' he asked himself. He watched her as she slowly tried to move, trying to work out why she was suddenly so special that she had become a hit.

"If you don't know why I'm ment to be here, why are you keeping me here?" she asked almost as if she was responding to his own silent question.

"I was told to babysit so I am, it's my job. Now do you want the rules and guidelines, 'coz if you don't, well that's just tough luck. You can go anywhere in the house, but that's it. I'll know if you try and leave and I really don't want to kill you, it's messy, so please don't try and run. The bathroom is upstairs on the right. Get cleaned up, Maz said he'd be here soon. There are clothes on the bed in the first bedroom." Parker listened but at Maz's name fear flickered in her pale blue eyes. Ryan noticed.

" Maz. He was the one that…" Parker trailed off as she touched the side of her neck again.

"Yeah." Parker closed her eyes against the memories. Then, finally managing to untangle herself from the cream throw that had covered her, she stood up, trued from Ryan and headed towards the stairs. Before Ryan could stop himself he had called her name. Parker stopped and turned back to him, fear still him her eyes.

"Just a word of warning, I wouldn't piss Maz off again. He may need you for the fat pay check but to most Nightworlders you're still classed as vermin, a few knocks and bruises no one will worry about." Parker just turned and continued up the stairs.


So what do ya think of Ryan? Or the fic? Anything...EVERYTHING..Let me know lol :P