FYI, I was listening to TOO much 3OH!3 when I wrote this, k? So I was in that punky-sexual mood. Lol!

God, I want a boyfriend.

Anyhow, read on.

Beginning of Midnight Alley

I laughed my freakin head off when I saw the news paper article.

Oliver, who was waiting for Amelie, glared at me. "What's so funny?"

"This dude is a flipping idiot," I cracked in between laughs. I started to read the article, "Michael Glass, once a rising musical star with too much talent for this twisted town, has fallen to the Dark Side," I laughed again, and continued, "Details are sketchy, but Glass, who's been keeping to himself for the past year, has definitely joined the Fang Gang. Nobody knows how or where it happened, and I doubt Glass will be talking, but we should all be worried: does this mean more vamps, fewer humans? After all, he is the first newly risen undead in generations."

Oliver snatched the paper right out of my hands. "Beware, boys and girls: Glass may look like an angel, but he's got a demon inside now. Memorize the face, kibbles," Oliver smiled slightly, "He's the newest addition to the Better-Off-Dead club? And Captain Obvious strikes again."

"Captain Obvious?" I asked, wiping a stray tear from laughing so hard.

"He's an underground idiot with a big ego and a small brain," Oliver growled, still smiling.

"You are way too happy for your own good," I said absently, "Who's Michael Glass?"

Oliver lost his smile, opened his mouth and shut it again. He paused and got his story straight. "He's one of Amelie's fledglings."

"I didn't know Amelie was a sire."

"Well, it's none of your business."

I rolled my eyes. "You ever met him?"

"Yes, I've heard some of his music."

"He's a singer?"

"Yes. And plays guitar."

Whoa. He's hot, he can sing, play guitar, do all the stuff vampires do… Can he fly?

And that's when the door creaked open. I expected to see Amelie, but Miren- No. Myrnin. Yeah, Myrnin. Myrnin stuck his puppy head in. His looked around with big brown eyes. "Is Amelie in here?"

"What do you think, you idiot?" Oliver snarled.

"Well," Myrnin mused, "I can't imagine you with long blonde hair, but I think white would look good on you." He smiled brightly as if someone was going to take his picture for the cover of a magazine- yeah. His teeth were that good. Which is weird considering he's a serial killer. Who knew murderers could be so cute? Hell, I didn't. Whoa. I just called an older dude cute. I need a shower now.

Oliver interrupted my thoughts with a low growl. "Whoooa," I breathed, "Down boy." His red eyes flicked to me, and back to Miren. Crap! Myrnin. You know what? Miren is a cuter name! Wait. I don't want to be attracted to this goof. Never mind.

I pulled out my iPod from the desk when Myrnin walked in. It was a touch, lucky me. I got it for my birthday before I came to this hell hole. Er, town.

I honestly didn't want to listen to their husband and wife bickering.

They didn't even notice as I jammed the Skullcandy earphones in my head and turned it on. Touchin On My by 3OH!3 came blasting through. I'm so going to be deaf when I'm older.

I mouthed the lyrics as the two fought.

Girl I gotta know, how ya dance like that

D-d-d-dance like that, you dance like that.

Cuz you're putting on a show

Can I take you back? Take you back.

It was funny, cause it looked like they were saying it. Oliver shoved Myrnin right as Sean said If you wanna- me I won't say no.

I laughed.

Both looked over. Oliver said something, I took out a head phone. "Sorry, what?"

"What are you listening to?" Oliver said, listening to the song, "It sounds like the music equal of porn."

I laughed again. "No, no. If it was that, there'd be more," I made that kind of noise and grinned. Myrnin raised an eyebrow. Oliver rolled his eyes and said something to Myrnin in some language.

Since I'm a Latina, my grandmother made sure I was fluent in Spanish before I even bothered to leave the house. If you go over to her house, you better know Spanish, cause that's what she speaks 96.7% of the time.

As Déjà vu by 3OH!3 came on, I said, "Just kiss him you greasy old man," in Spanish. Both of them gave me a confused look. My mouth dropped. "You guys don't know Spanish?"

Oliver got an annoyed look. "What's the point? Why would any of us want to go to Mexico? It's all sun, all the time."

"So is this place!" I gasped.

"I know many a language, but not Spanish," Myrnin gave me a flirtatious smile, "I would be grateful if you would teach me."

I almost choked. Is that who I attract? Crazy murderers? Might as well throw myself off a building. Oliver shoved his shoulder. "Don't infatuate yourself with the help."

"Please," Myrnin mused, glaring at Oliver, "She's far too young for my taste. I like a woman with… experience."

"Okay!" I interrupted, "This conversation just went down south."

Choke Chain came on.

"But I love this song," I added quickly, "I love 3OH!3 in general, but whatever. Oh, and Myrnin, first lesson. Say yo nunca voto a coquetear con usted nunca más."

Myrnin repeated it and I nodded. "What did I just say?" he asked, still smiling.

"You vowed never to flirt with me ever again," I said, smiling back.

He lowered his eyelids. "Aw."

I narrowed my eyes. "Freak."

"Gatito."

"I'm a kitten? And I thought you didn't know Spanish."

"Eh, I picked a few things up."

Oliver had leaned against the wall, looking bored. "Will you two stop, already? It's making me sick."

Finally my boss walked in. Amelie nodded to Oliver and paused before walking into her office. She looked to me. "What on Earth are you listening to?"

I smiled. "3OH!3. It's a band," I pointed to Myrnin, "And he's been hitting on me."

Amelie gave Myrnin a funny look. Myrnin scowled. "I have not."

"Amelie, I have been waiting for hours. Can we just-?" He made his way to the door.

"Of course. Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to talk to Claire."

"Who?" Myrnin asked.

"I called you down here to talk to you as well, but I need to discuss something with Oliver too."

Oliver walked into the office and Amelie followed.

Myrnin shot me a look. "I wasn't hitting on you."

I smiled and nodded. "Uh huh," I struck a pose, "You can't resist this. I get it."

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall.

I waved him off. "I'm just messing with you, man."