Dallas had fallen asleep and when she woke up, there was a sandwich, a glass of water, and a single cigarette by the bed. It wasn't the best meal in the world but she was hungry and really wanted a cigarette. She ate her food and lit her cigarette. She sat on the bed, thinking about everything that was happening. Well, Dallas, she thought to herself, you've done it again. You've gotten yourself in some shit that you can't get out of. Smooth move. She also thought about Blade and how much he looked like their father. It was uncanny. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her brother. She had no idea that he was a vampire hunter, either. She had figured out a few things while she was locked in the room. When Deacon had walked in when she first woke up, she noticed when he was holding her by her throat that he was a vampire. Then, she figured that if Blade was trying to kill him, he must be a vampire hunter. She learned to pay attention to detail a long time ago and now it was really coming in handy. She looked around the room to see if she could figure a way out of her restraints. She knew the lighter on the table beside the bed wasn't powerful enough to melt the chain and there was nothing laying around in her reach for her to pick the lock with. So she decided that there was only two ways out of the restraints, break the chain or wait for Deacon to come unlock her again and then try to run. She knew she was taking a risk either way but she figured she had more of a chance if she broke the chain and tried to sneak out.

While she was contemplating all of this, Deacon entered the room. "You ate."

"Surprised?"

"Kind of, yeah."

"Why?"

"A sandwich and water seems a little low class for you."

"You should see the way I eat on a regular basis. Besides, it's better than sucking someone lifeless."

"Yeah, well, it keeps me alive so I don't mind it. You get used to it real quick."

"Well, I'll keep that in mind, if you ever get the chance to turn me."

"You think I won't."

"You're not the only one in this room with the strength of a vampire."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"How you figure?"

"My mom's grandfather was a vampire. My grandmother was a daywalker and her strength and enhanced senses were passed from her to my mother to me."

"You and Blade have more in common than you think." He said under his breath.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what Blade's mother was bitten by when she was pregnant?"

"Not a..."

Deacon smiled evilly.

"You're what bit Eric's mom? You're a monster. You bit a pregnant woman."

"You gotta do what you gotta do. Get over it. I came in here to see if you needed anything."

"Yeah, I need to go home."

"Sorry, honey, can't do that."

"Well, then can you at least send somebody to feed Fang and take him to Leon?"

"Fang?"

"My pit bull. He's just a baby and he's probably really hungry."

"I'll see what I can do. Anything else?"

"No."

Deacon walked out of the room without saying another word. "Quinn."

"Yeah, Deac." Quinn said.

"Get someone over to her apartment to feed her dog. After he's fed, bring him back here."

"Okay." Quinn exited the room.

Deacon sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. He chuckled at himself. He couldn't believe he was actually being nice to Blade's sister. Then he started thinking about what she said. She was part vampire, too. Her grandmother was a daywalker and she inherited her strength. This was very interesting.