A/N: Hi. Just have a short update for you all because of personal chaos going on with my life. I'm sorry for the late update and the short style that it's in. I've got a lot on my plate at the moment and none of it is easing up on me.

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Jessi laughed as she drove Paul's motorcycle through the night with Paul's arms wrapped around her middle. The wild Lost Boy was laughing in her ear as she drove down the streets of Santa Carla, going faster than she thought she ever would on a motorcycle. But Marko kept calling out that she drove like a grandma and Paul called back that if she was a grandma that she was a hot grandma.

"I ain't nobody's grandma!" Jessi shouted over the purrs of four engines. "I am younger than all of you assholes by decades!"

"Hey!" the Lost Girls protested with smiles on their faces as they clung to their men.

"Except you," Jessi said, smiling back at them.

David drove up next to Jessi and Paul. His blue eyes caught hers and Jessi hated the way that he smirked at her. There was always something dangerous about him that she didn't like.

"You need to get home, Blondie," he said with a serious tone. "Adalyn sensed something."

Jessi glanced back at Faith and saw that the redhead was looking away from all of them, her eyes distant as if she was seeing something that they all couldn't see. Jessi's eyes returned to David's.

"What about you, bozos?" she asked.

"We'll be around," he promised with a smirk. "You're one of us now, Lost Girl."

Dwayne and Marko howled as they veered off down another path and David followed suit, soon taking the lead, Jessi continued the way that she had been heading with Paul holding onto her.

"Do you think my brother's in trouble?" Jessi asked, turning her head slightly.

"Not a chance," Paul said, bouncing in his seat. "Jack knows how to take care of himself."

"But with Lester claiming that I'm his mate and all that jazz…"

"You're not his mate, Jessi. You're a free agent and able to choose whoever you want. Lester can fly up some whore's ass for all we care and get herpes and die. We won't let you or your brother get hurt by him and his crew."

"But…"

"Nope. Not gonna happen." He squeezed his hands over hers and rested his chin lightly on her shoulder. "We're going to find your brother happy and healthy in bed. And then we're going to go to your bed and make it rock and roll all night long. How about that?"

Color flooded Jessi's cheeks and she bumped him off of her shoulder. "I think you're way too into my body and rocking and rolling it for your own good."

Paul howled. "Never, Beautiful! Never!"

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Paul smelled Lester's stink when he and Jessi pulled up to the house that his family had helped the brother and sister duo move into. The rest of Lester's crew's stink also lingered around the house which was not good. Paul put his hand on Jessi's hip and pulled her to the side, playing the boyfriend to the tee, but really meaning to be ready to move her to safety should any shit be about to go down.

Yo, bros. The fuckers were here and they were creeping hard.

Make sure that they're not still around and that Jack is, dumbass.

So polite…

Paul fished out his spare key and helped himself and Jessi into the house, scenting the air casually. Lester's was the only odd scent in the house. Besides some buxom blonde's that Paul had teased Jessi about her brother hooking up with. But as far as Paul could tell, she had had her fun and left a long time before Lester had shown up.

"Jack!" Jessi called, tossing down her bag. "Jack, I'm home!"

"We're home!" Paul shouted, banging his fist on the wall. "Jack, your hot sister and her hotter boyfriend are home!"

Jessi elbowed him and he smirked at her. But Jack didn't come out. Paul didn't sense any other heartbeats other than Jessi's in that house.

"Maybe he went out for a gig or something?" Jessi mumbled, heading farther into the house.

That's when Paul smelled it. Blood. Blood heavy in the air.

"Jessi, wait!"

He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms just as she saw the body lying on the ground. The buxom blonde hadn't gone home after all. She hadn't had the chance.

Written on the wall in her blood was a simple message: WE HAVE JACK. YOU WANT HIM? GIVE US THE GIRL.

"Fuck," Paul whispered, clutching Jessi tighter.

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A/N: Thank you for reading. Blessed be and have a happy holiday season. -Scarlet