Sloth: sorry everyone for the long wait. I went on vacation and then I had to get ready for school, then work game into the picture, and well...I lost track. That and I lost the next two chapters to the story. Stupid computer. So I had to rewrite them. Or, in the process of rewriting them. Not to mention my brain is in the process of writing a new fic for Percy Jackson and after watching an all day marathon of Power Ranger Time Force on NickToons, I kind of want to write a fic there. Anywhoo, let's get back to the chapter shall we?

I no own My Baby Sitters a Vampire

Summery: After being mauled by a strange dog, Ethan begins to act weird. Now with only a few hours until the full moon, Rory poisoned by a werewolve bite, and the return of an old foe, the Nerd Squad are in for some trouble. Can they get back together in time to stop the all out war of the beasts?

Welcome Back Duskers

Ethan was hoping that he could stop the spread of werewolf venom by using his torn sleeve to cut off circulation to Rory's wound. It helped a little. Rory still lashes out as he touched the blond, but the pain looked like he had lessened. He had to drag Rory into the hidden room and barricaded the door with the chair. It was a small, pathetic attempt to stop anyone from finishing off Rory, but so long as he was with the blond, no one was coming in.

"How you doing, Rory?" he asked. Rory was perched against the wall.

"Hurts. Hungry. Need. Pizza."

At least Rory was well enough to be funny. They could use the humor. Ethan himself was getting hungry. When was the last time he had any meat in him.

When did Rory start packing weight? He looks like he's gain a few…no! Bad Ethan! I can't possibly be thinking of eating Rory. Urgh, I still feel sick from eating Kurt.

Shaking his head, Ethan checked his phone again. "Still no signal," he mumbled. He growled, slamming his closed fist into the wall behind him. The stone wall crumbled against his fist, leaving a nice little impression of his hand. He looked at it sheepishly.

"Dude…that…is awesome," Rory commented.

Leave it to Rory to make Ethan feel better during times of stress.

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Benny was resting peacefully in his bed, Rory and Ethan were still missing, and Erica and Sarah were helping Benny's grandma take care of things around the house while trying to come up with some logical explanation as to why they were skipping school and why Ethan hadn't been home. All and all, they were not having a good time.

"Ok, so Ethan's parents are still under that weird spell," Sarah said as she walked into the attic. Erica was standing next to Benny's grandma, who was double checking the cage that was keeping Jesse prisoner.

"I still say we should kill him," Erica said as they stood in front of his cage. "Make our lives so much easier."

"You know, violence isn't always the answer," Mrs. Weir said. "No matter," she looked at Jesse, "how much you want to stake an undeserving being in the chest until it stops kicking."

Both of the girls looked warily at the aging Earth Priestess and took a step away from her. They still recalled the incident earlier today when Benny dragged an unconscious Jesse into the house. They didn't know what was shocking: Benny having managed to beat Jesse or the fact that Benny asked Erica to suck his neck. Granted Benny had tried before to get her to make out with him, but that was beside the point. He had been bitten by Jesse and it was amazing Erica managed to get the poison out in time.

But it was when Benny's grandma came into the scene that things got…hectic. She practically single handed dragged/threw Jesse into the attic and into the cage. And that was without magic. She then grabbed Benny by the back of his pants and…well Sarah now knew that that Benny wasn't joking about being spanked by lightning.

"Is Benny going to be alright?"

"Well, you managed to get the poison out of him in time," she replied. "His butt on the other hand is going to be sore into next week. Honestly, what could have gotten into that boy's head to risk turning into a vampire? If he hadn't taken that potion you wouldn't have been able to save him."

The girls nodded. Erica then stepped up and pointed to Jesse. "So, how long are we going to wait until we question him?"

"And will this be able to hold him?" Sarah asked.

"The cage's made of pure silver," Mrs. Weir answered. "It's surrounded by salt and I've got crystals all around the attic. Even if he does somehow manage to get out the cage, the crystals will vaporize him."

"Good to know," the girls chorused.

"Now, how about we find out exactly what's going on in this town?" She held a water gun full of holy water to the girls. Erica was more than happy to take it from the Earth Priestess and sprayed the vampire with it. He reacted, coming out of his mini coma as the water sizzled his skin.

"Argh! Son of a…" he took note of his situation and decided to play innocent. "Sarah. Erica. Aren't I happy to see –"

Erica fired holy water right in his face, bringing out a scream and shutting him up. "I like this. Any chance I can get one of these?"

"Erica, focus," Sarah said. "We need to know why the werewolves want Jesse."

"Werewolves?" Jesse asked. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, Whitechapel sure has downgraded hasn't it?"

The women glared at the vampire. They weren't in the mood for his snark. Erica fired some more holy water at him, smiling satisfied at his scream of pain. She was kind of getting a sick pleasure from this. Sarah stepped forward and crossed her arms.

"What do you know about werewolves?" she asked.

"Besides being self-centered, overrated dogs?" Jesse asked. "Nothing."

"Really?" Erica asked, "then why does a pack of werewolves want you to meet them at the bowling ally tonight?"

"Well, I'm a popular guy. Who doesn't want me?"

The girls scoffed at his hidden words and Erica hit him again. Sarah had to stop her friend before she wasted all the water. "Don't play dumb, Jesse. We know about you and Ethan's grandfather."

"And we know this pack obviously has some kind of grudge against you," Erica added. "So why don't you just give us a straight answer? I mean, we can do this all day."

Jesse smirked. "Ah, but you won't, will you?" At the women's confused looks, Jesse's smirk grew wider. He casually took a step closer, going as far as he could without touching the bars. "You said it yourself, they want me tonight. And if your little spell master went to the trouble of finding me, that means they must have captured someone."

He looked between them. "It was Rory wasn't? I'm surprised the little dip-stick was even worth considering for a hostage."

At the insult, Erica showed her fangs and hissed, stepping forward. Sarah and Mrs. Weir had to grab her and hold her back before she broke the salt line or touched the silver bars. They managed to restrain her and glare at Jesse. "You're going to have to try better than that to get us," Mrs. Weir said.

"So are you going to tell us, or are we going to have to keep interrogating you?" Sarah asked.

"Are you willing to join me?"

"You're still on that?" Sarah asked offended. "After what you almost turned Ethan into a fledging?"

"Well a man's got to try everything he can right?" he shrugged and winked. "Come on Sarah, you know you can't resist me."

Frustrated, Sarah wrestled the water gun from Erica's hand and started to take target practice until the gun was empty. Benny's grandma had to remove the gun from the sitter's hands and started to refill it with her magic. "Let's see if he's start talking if we add some salt."

"Oh come on, are you girls really going to do this all day?"

This time, it was Benny's grandma who attacked him with the water gun. Her aim was a lot better than the girls and she managed to hit Jesse in both eyes and in the crotch. As he screeched in pain, she aimed her finger and a small bolt of lightning hit home and sent Jesse reeling to the floor.

"Go Benny's grandma," Sarah cheered, impressed.

"Back in my day, Benny's grandfather and I would spend hours at the beach just playing with these," she told the girls casually, ignoring Jesse's string of curses. "The trick is to pump first and then aim and you'll always hit home."

No one knew if that was supposed to be an innuendo or not.

"Now, you're going to tell us what we want to know or…" she let the threat hang, casually aiming at Jesse's sensitive spot once more.

"Alright! Just stop!" Jesse growled. "You're worse than your grandmother."

"You knew Benny's grandma's grandmother?" Erica asked.

"I knew everyone's great-great-whatever," Jesse growled at the blond. He got up shakingly and snarled at the women. "I founded this town. I even knew your ancestors, Erica."

"Well, aren't you the cradle robber," Erica shot back.

"We're digressing," Mrs. Weir said. "Now why are you on these werewolves' most wanted list?"

"Hell if I know. I crossed a lot of werewolves in my time."

"Well try to think of any you pissed off in the last week," Sarah suggested.

"Well, it might have something to do with the turf war."

"Turf war?"

"Well, as you said, you know all about Ethan's great-great-grandfather. The man helped me found this town. And a lot of werewolves think they have as much right to hunt here as we vamps do."

"So it's like fighting over the last blouse?" Erica asked, drawing looks from everyone. Jesse shrugged.

"I don't know. If we really want to get specific, my flock ran into a werewolf the other day and we taught him not to trespass."

"In other words you killed him," Sarah stated with disgust, to which Jesse nodded.

"If you were attacked by werewolves, it was most likely because of that," he said. Erica growled and stepped forward. Her right foot grazed the salt line.

"You bastard. Because of you, they've got Rory hostage."

"Well, knowing werewolves, it'll be a miracle if he's still alive. Werewolves are nothing but savage mongrels that just love to kill vampires for fun. In fact, I believe they captured another vampire earlier this week. Kurt was it?" Jesse smirked. "Not a part of my flock, but news still goes around. You really think it's going to make a difference who gets who?"

"So that's it?" Sarah asked, pulling Erica away from the cage. "You kill them, they kill you, and it just keeps going?"

"Since the day I killed Ethan's great-grandpappy."

"You were the one to kill Dante Morgan?" Mrs. Weir asked in shock. "I thought it had been the town."

"Close. I framed his pack and got some townsmen to attack members of his pack. As payback, he managed to convince the town that my flock were the cause of the attacks and they cornered my flock and burned them alive. So, I did what any responsible Reverend would do. I kidnapped his whore and used her to get to the Sheriff and killed him," he said. The women were horrified by his answer and the casualness of his voice. It was like it didn't bother him at all. "If only I could have killed her too. Except a member of Dante's pack was able to survive the hunts and rescue her."

"Wait, so you didn't kill everyone in the pack?" Sarah asked. Jesse shook his head sadly.

"No. No one actually expected the librarian to be a member of Dante's pack. The guy was such a dweep. I mean, thick glasses, a funny accent, goofy hairdo," Jesse chuckled. "Honestly, I didn't even know he was even related to Dante until he showed up to rescue Vanessa."

Sarah and Erica looked at each other. It would make sense if a member of the pack Jesse killed would want revenge, but not why they would want it now. Why did they wait for so long? Sarah turned to Mrs. Weir and asked her, "Mrs. Weir, you said Vanessa Morgan was a Seer, right? Is it possible for that power to be passed on onto her children?"

"Of course it's possible. Although sometimes it skips generations, but it's possible. It's how I knew Ethan was a Seer."

"Sarah, you thinking what I'm thinking?" Erica asked.

"That the guy who saved Vanessa Morgan was waiting until one of her ancestor got her second sight so they could hunt down future vampires?" Sarah asked. When the blond nodded, Sarah turned to Erica. "Tell us everything you know about the person who rescued Vanessa."

"You didn't say please," Jesse teased. Mrs. Weir fired water right into his mouth and he choked. "Alright. Urgh. I taste salt. Look, he was just this scrawny werewolf who used to hang out with one of my flock members. Hell, he even tried to date her until I found out. It's why I started the hunts."

"You started a werewolf hunt because some werewolf nerd fell in love with a member of your flock?" Erica asked in disgust. "You obviously have no sense of romance."

"And yet I managed to get in bed with you."

There was an awkward silence as Erica flushed red. Sarah turned to her friend horrified. "Erica!"

"What? I was just turned and under his influence! I would have had sex with anyone!"

"Ew!" Sarah made a face at the thought. "That's just gross."

"Now Sarah, I'm offended," Jesse pouted.

"Don't make me stake you," Sarah growled. "Look, this isn't getting us anywhere. Just us who this guy was."

"I dunno, I think his name was…Mason. Yeah that's it. He was Dante's younger brother. Last I heard he was dating a witch named Alex in 1987."

"Well that's helpful," Erica said sarcastically. "Got a picture or anything?"

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Rory was feeling better, but not one hundred percent. The light that filtered into the hidden room had to be to be blocked out the minute that its rays hit the blond. Having been around Sarah and Rory countless times, he had never seen the sunlight leave such a nasty burn mark on either of them before. Rory's arm looked like it had been stuck into a fire and roasted for a good five minutes.

Of course, not wanting to use his own shirt or use the jacket protecting Rory's sensitive skin, Ethan had decided to sneak out and hijacked one of Derek's shirts to block out the sun. How, his ears picked up the tell-tale sounds of someone snoring. Sneaking a peak, he saw Derek's shaggy hair sticking out from under the blanket on the mattress. He nearly gulped.

Looking back at Rory, who pressed against the shadowy corner of the hidden room, Ethan held a finger to his lips. "I'll be back in a second, Rory. If I don't come back…"

"Hide?" the blond asked. Ethan made a face but nodded.

Ethan took a careful step out of the room. His bare feet gently shuffled against the concrete floor. He thanked whatever deity out there that he wasn't walking on a wooden floorboard. He spotted a pile of dirty laundry and grabbed what he could.

"What are you doing?"

He froze. Turning around, he saw a female figure with long, slightly disheveled brown hair. She wore only a loose t-shirt and he could see pink Hello-Kitty panties. She had a smoothie in her hands and a questioning look on her face.

A moan came from the bed as Derek turned over.

"Casey, come back to bed."

Ethan took the distraction and ran for the door. He could hear Casey shouting something at him in Latin and felt the hairs on his neck rise as the air shifted. There was a scorching pain against his back. And then he knew no more.

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The last time Benny slept this long, he and Ethan had spent the 48 hours playing in an online HALO contest with some kids from China. But at the moment he wished this moment could last for a bit longer. But as sunlight filtered into his room, he couldn't help but stir and wake up. He saw a pair of lovely eyes.

"Morning beautiful."

"Ew, Benny!"

"Sarah?" he woke up completely, sitting up in his bed. "What are you doing in my room?"

The fledgeling couldn't help but giggle. "Checking up on you. After your stunt, we thought we'd be welcoming you to Club Undead."

Flashbacks of his battle with Jesse ran through Benny's mind. He traced a finger over the spot where he recalled being bitten and felt the tell-tale sensation of gauze. He frantically started checking for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt one.

"Don't worry. Erica managed to suck the poison out, but it did knock you out for bit. You've been out for the since then."

"What time is it?"

"A little after 2," she replied. "We spent most of the day trying to find a lead on where Ethan and Rory are."

"Any luck?"

"No," she answered pitifully. "Your grandma says that someone really powerful is blocking any scrying she can do."

"Great."

"On the bright side, we just need to get the blood of an alpha and we've got ourselves a cure."

Benny perked up. They'd have their Ethan back. Their smart, nerdy, computer geek Ethan and not some…some werewolf greaser. Looking up, Benny noticed the look on Sarah's face. She looked lost, her eyes looking at anything other than Benny. It was then that he realized that, for the first time ever, he had a girl in his room. A girl other than his grandmother. He didn't know whether to be excited or embarrassed.

"Uhh…"

"So…"

"The sexual tension in here is thick enough to drink."

The teens jumped a little and turned to see Erica leaning against the threshold. Benny noticed that she looked a lot better. She didn't look she had been crying, but rather like she was ready to go out and kick some butt.

"Listen, we might have a lead," Erica said as she pushed herself off the door frame and made her way towards Benny's bed. Benny suddenly felt very uncomfortable and instinctively piled some of the blankets around him. Sarah on the other hand looked a little more excited at the news.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Remember those werewolves I told you guys about?" They nodded. "Well they mentioned something about a bowling alley. A, let's say friend, of mine mentioned seeing a girl with a silver chain with a whole lot of other people who smelled like, get this, wet dog."

"Wet dog?" Benny questioned. "Is that like a thing with werewolves?"

"Maybe. I mean vampires smell like vanilla and death so why can't werewolves smell like wet dog?"

"Well great," Benny smiled. "What are we waiting for?"

"Benny don't you think you're moving a little fast?" Sarah asked. "You should still be resting."

Benny made a face. "And let you two take on an entire pack of werewolves on your own?"

Both girls made faces, neither willing to admit that, while stronger than Benny, they couldn't handle a whole pack of wolves on their own. They would need help. Hell, not even the three of them could take on so many at once. They would need help. Lots of it.

"Guys. I'd hate to say this," Sarah started, "but if we're going into the wolves' den, we'll need more help. Someone who's had experience fighting werewolves."

Erica gave Sarah a look that made it seem like she smelled something bad. "Sarah, where are you getting at?"

"I'm saying…we might need Jesse's help.