AN: ..I know.. I'm a bad updater.. but I honestly DO have a pretty reasonable explanation.. that's right.. not excuse.. explanation.. see.. I've been stressing over a lot.. have homework almost every day, skating started, if I get close with one of my friends, I tear apart from the other, this stupid idiot goes out of his way to ruin my day at all times, I've been exhausted all the time.. and on top of all that.. another one of my friends (a really, really close one..) is getting a heart transplant.. and I'm super worried about her.. so yeah..

Anywho.. I'm back.. Not for long most likely, but I am back. Thanks to Twilight Cat 64 for reviewing not that long ago, and for requesting this one-shot. Hope I do it justice! :) It's all in Izzy's POV, and I'm really tired right now, so it won't be checked for spelling either. Sorry.. One more thing, this takes place between TDI and TDA, at the Playa Des Losers.

Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but stress..

Izzy's POV

"Attention fellow ex-campers!" I announce on the intercom. "Do not panic. But we are in the presence." I pause, being dramatic. "Of vampires." I finish. "Now, these are not your typical Twilight-y vampires. They are very, very dangerous. But never fear! Izzy is here! Ha, I just made a poem." I let go of the button, push my goggles back over my eyes, and pick up my garlic filled gun, not filled with bullets only because Chris and Chef wouldn't let me. I was completely dressed in black, and my hair was tied back into a ponytail. Giving my signature crazy grin, I turned all the power off in the hotel, and begin my hunt.

"This is it, Izzy. Your big chance to prove yourself. Time, to hunt." I let out a silent, slightly crazy, diabolical laugh. No vampire was going to get past Izzy. I hear a shuffle, and stand up straight, pressing myself to the wall. I hear the shuffle again and smirk. Time to show those vampires who's the boss.

"Giranimo!" I screech at the figure, shooting garlic at it left and right.

"Ow! Izzy, ow, stop, ow. Izzy!" The figure screams at me. I cease fire, and realize it's just Tyler, who's shielding a terrified looking Lindsay.

"Oh. Sorry guys. I thought you were vampires." They both look at me confused.

"What's a vampire? Oh! Is it like that Eddy Colon guy in that book Twilish?" Lindsay exclaims. I stare at her.

"Yes Lindsay. Only more dangerous." I look around evily, restock my gun, then run off, leaving the two in the hallway more confused then ever.

"Alright Izzy. You can't make another mistake. This time, no more mister nice Izzy." I smirk, watching a well built character running away from a smaller character, one shouting, one laughing. I aim my gun and shoot.

"What the- Izzy!" I hear an angry Duncan shout. I sheepishly look at the angry delinquent laying on the floor rubbing his head. An amused Courtney is standing behind him holding back giggles.

"Oops. Sorry. No vampires here!" I say, then dash off before either of them can get ahold of me, leaving behind a lot of my precious garlic.

"Izzy. This is your last shot. You have two more garlics, that should be just enough to stun them enough so you can run back and get more. Besides, your already at the kitchen, it'll be a piece of cake. Now foucs. We can't afford to make another mistake." I whisper to myself. I hear a weird noise, then a light floods the room. It looks like a light from the fridge. Perfect. I won't even have to blink. I creep silently over, until I'm behind the huge vampire. Then I shoot. The vampire laughs, and turns around. My face drops when I see that it's Owen. I've wasted my last two garlic. It's game over. Darn, and I thought I was so close.

"Oh, hey Izzy!" Owen exclaims, and I can't help but smile at my Big-O. "What are you doing here?"

"Hunting vampires." I say, shrugging my shoulders. His face lights up.

"That's so cool! Did you catch any?" I shake my head sadly.

"No. And now I have nothing to shoot with." Owen looks at me, then smiles.

"Can I help? I can sit on them for you." I smile. Why didn't I think of that? That's pure genius!

"Sure Big-O! That'd be awesome!" I exclaim. I hear an angry Duncan still storming the halls looking for me. "But, maybe we should wait until tomorrow. Something tells me all these non-vamps aren't too pleased." With that, Owen gets some food, and we walk out of the kitchen, side by side, discussing plans, and talking about how we'll rid the playa of these pesky vampires, once and for all.