*Hi, everyone, thanx for the reviews, I'm glad people like this, its actually the first story I wrote for anything. I promise from now on the chapters will be a little longer too. As for Prowler having any shape shifting abilities, I don't think it fits her personality and I never met any shape shifters in Brooklyn before. *

Shots rang out and sirens wailed. Night had fallen and Prowler was heading to her moms apartment. A pain throbbed through her head and her body shivered. She sat on the gritty and dirty sidewalk and placed her hands together as if she was going to pray. In this life, all she had was her faith. She wasn't religious but she needed something to believe. To believe someone was high above taking care of her mother, her fallen comrades and soon her. Prowler got up and started off down the block again. Waste and random druggies lined the street that led up to an old apartment building.

Inside her mom's apartment building, sheets covered the furniture, the windows were boarded up and a full teakettle sat on the stove. It was cold and drafty but that was normal. The landlord was a dead beat who was now in jail for tax evasion. Never once when she was growing up she came into a warm home. She and her siblings had to go to bed with winter coats on and there were times when they had no winter coats. A jasmine and rose scent floated through the air, her moms perfume.

"There you are"

Prowler turned around at the sound of the voice. Sitting like he owned the place in her moms tattered burgundy chair was Nathaniel. He looked charming and very handsome compared to the filth and trash of her home. But business was business. He wasn't her type anyway. She was raised to be weary of strangers, especially one who seem to be a demon. He smiled for a moment, amused maybe, and as if he heard her last thought.

"Hello Mr. Stevens", she greeted.

"Hello Miss Fiaro, excuse my rude intrusion but I believe we have a business deal at hand?"

"Yes, yes we do", replied Prowler trying to put her game face on. She was stunned by how quick to the point he was. He narrowed his eyes and sat back. Prowler pulled up a chair to him and sat down face to face with him. His eyes were so black. There were feelings stirring in her. But it was not love. Was it hate? How could she hate him? She just met this man. The uneasiness in her, made her feel weak. She hated being weak.

"Miss. Fiaro, a client of mine has been having some difficulties in his empire. Property of his and others have been vanishing or being murdered by others not of our kind " Prowler just looked at him blankly as he continued on. " When I say our kind, I mean vampires Prowler. Do you know what vampires are? Of course not, our kind is banned from being near you. He's so god damn protective of you." He paused for a moment. "It is know that you have unique abilities that can aid in finding out what exactly is going on. My client wants you to be bait"

Prowler still looked at him blankly. Bait? He wants her to be bait for some serial killer? Vampires? and her abilities. How does he know about that? She hadn't used them in years.

"... Mr. Stevens? Are you a drug user of any sort? Vampires? Cocaine right?" she said slowly. No wonder he looked so pale. Nathaniel Stevens was a crack head. He inched closer to her till his face was a few centimeters away. His eyes met her. They seemed angry.

"You...are...being.... difficult"

"Well, you being an asshole"

Nathaniel sat back. He closed his eyes. His hands were balled up in to a fist. He got up quickly in one swift movement. The angered man headed to the door and simply asked "Are you hungry?"

He drove her to Manhattan, a real bad part of Manhattan. Sadly she was familiar with the area. He tried to speak to her during the ride. He asked her questions about school, her family, her friends and her life. He was calmer now to Prowlers relief. Soon they pulled up to a little teahouse. It was cozy looking. Inside the tables were low to the floor. Nathaniel began to babble as he sat down " Usually I would go to my favorite Chinese restaurant but its too far away at the moment luckily this tea house has what I want also. Do you like tea Prowler?"

A short woman came over. Nathaniel got up and spoke to her. He came back and looked Prowler over. "Your beautiful you know" he whispered. Prowler didn't say anything. She just ignored him. The short women returned with some tea and something that reminded her of meat but wasn't sure what exactly it was. She cursed under her breath disgusted at the meat and turned her attention to the tea and began to drink. It tasted sweet and felt strangely cool as it went down her throat. As Nathaniel took small bites of whatever the hell was in front of them, she helped herself to several more cups of tea.

"Drink up, its good for you" he commented. She looked up at him for a moment. He looked happy, too happy.

"How do you know about my abilities?" she questioned. She was becoming nervous. Nathaniel just looked up at her. From the look of his eyes he didn't want to answer her. " Well can you at least tell me anything else I should know?" She was getting pissed now, he didn't answer her. " Can I at least have some kind of weaponry?"

"No" he said quietly. " More tea?" It was official. When she was done working for him, she and her homeboys and home girls were going to kill this guy and dump his body somewhere in the tunnels.

She was sick of this. She shook her head and began to drink her tea. She closed her eyes for a moment but she was too tired to open them. Nathaniel smiled as she fell asleep. He gathered her in his arms and headed to the car. " Time to go home Prowler".

* Hmm, so far I think the story is coming out right, if you think other wise I need to know I should have the next chapter up in a few days*