Yo, sorry this chappie took so long to write. I was a bit in a mess, having to rethink the whole shebang to get my facts straight. Anyway, enjoy yourselves and REVIEW!

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I wake up with Grandma's usual phone call and a nagging thought at the back of my head.

RING RING

I had wanted to ask something to her…what was it?

RING RING

"Yeah, yeah, what?"

"Good morning hon, got any vamps lately?

AH YES! THE question!

"Grandma? Aren't vampires supposed to, like, really hate sunlight? Creature-of-the-night-Dracular-ish?" I ask this hopefully and at the same time kind of dreading the answer.

"Didn't I tell you this already? It used to be like that in the old days but ever since technology started picking up, they've found ways to by-pass that fault in their genetic structure. The UV rays used to decimate them, now it's just a mild irritation and special contact lenses can protect their eyes from the sun. (A/N: Hehe, here it is PJ/Verea!) Stupid younglings find it a thrill to hunt in daylight when they know there is a new Hunter but it still hurts them a little. You'll notice that they are a lot more active at night."

Yeah, that's right. I've been hunting vampires while I should be having my beauty sleep!

"Oh…okay…thanks…see you later."

We say our goodbyes and hang up.

All my 'vampire' cases coming from Rangeman, I have to go over there to get my checks…I don't really like it though.

These guys are 1-Hot; 2-REALLY good at their jobs and 3-they eat health food! Creeps.

I sight, thinking back to the young vampire I missed yesterday and sigh again.

Now they know what I look like. It'll be easier for them to find me.

I go out after a quick shower, dress in my usual black, tight jeans and stretchy T then go to the car. Hell. I have to get paid.

I put the music full volume and cross my fingers, sincerely hoping to go in and out in less than two minutes.

I stop the car in front of the building and go out, taking a deep breath.

Tank and Lester…I guess its Lester…it could be Bobby…come out and when they spot me they wave.

Just as I wave back I feel my spidey sense scream and duck. Not fast enough though.

My car blows up behind me, making me fly forward into the pavement, a piece of metal graze my shoulder and hit my head. Damn…I liked that car.

Tank and Lester come in my line of slowly fading vision. Their lips move but I can't hear what they're saying. Weird.

I loose consciousness soon after that and wake up a warm, cozy bed, white walls towering around me.

Great. I HATE hospitals and I HATE getting bombed. Again…except this time it wasn't Dan. That at least is an assurance…kind of.

The familiar tingling comes and the hair at the back of my neck rise, my heart beating twice its normal speed, the machine going crazy. Like me.

"Its me babe."

I sight in relief as Ranger comes out of the shadows.

"Bad." I scowl at him, breathing deeply.

He chuckles and presses his knuckles to my cheek.

"Any idea who did this to you?"

I shrug, take his hand and kiss his palm.

"Missed you." I tell him, smiling happily to know him near me again.

"Me too." He whispers, brushing my cheek with his thumb.

I smile at him.

"How long have I been out?"

"Two days. You can leave later on."

The police interrogate me a few hours later when the nurse tells me I can go and I have to stay at the station half an hour before being released.

As soon as I step out I take a deep breath and sight.

Strong arms encircle me and I wriggle into Ranger's warm and firm chest.

His smell surrounds me and I feel liquid fire burn its way down.

Ranger chuckles and presses me harder against him.

He guides us to his black 4x4 and drives in silence.

I take the time to look at him. God…no wonder women hit walls when he comes in.

"You're staring." He smirks, momentarily detaching his eyes from the road to look at me.

"Its normal. You're the hottest guy in town. I missed you."

I moan when I realize what I just said.

Ranger laughs and I bang my head against the window.

We stop in front of the Rangeman building and when I lift an eyebrow at Ranger he smiles a 200-watt smile.

"Uh oh." I breathe.

His eyes darken considerably. Oooooh…melting…melted chocolate…mocha skin…

I bend over and kiss him lightly on the lips.

He wastes no time, bringing his hand up behind my head and kissing my thoroughly, gently prying my lips open.

Then he pulls away and hops out the truck, opening the door for me. If I listen to myself, I could say Ranger was damn near loosing control. That's good to know.

I slip out, still dazed and smile weakly at him.

I suddenly feel tired and sway as I yawn, Ranger's arm sneaking around my waist and steadying me.

The ride to whatever apartment is a complete blur to me and I soon crash in a VERY warm, VERY big and VERY nice smelling bed.

My eyes flutter close and I fall asleep immediately.

My dream isn't pleasant. Joe kidnaps Steph and he bites her, making her a vampire. Yeek!

I wake up, shaking and cursing, Ranger soothingly rubbing my back and holding me to him.

I have to go help Steph!

I struggle out of his arms and dress at top speed, Ranger looking at me, confused.

"Get dressed! We have to go save Steph!" I screech, effectively making him spring out of bed and dress.

In less than a few minutes, we are out of the apartment and Ranger leads us to the elevator, looking at me blankly.

"Don't ask." I tell him, taking a deep breath.

Tank meets us at the control room.

"Have you heard from Steph?" I ask him without so much as a hello.

He frowns. "Not since this afternoon. Why?"

I walk out again, both men following me, wondering whether or not to lock me up in a psychiatric hospital.

I stop, my heart beating faster and faster. Without thinking, I run to the car, Ranger and Tank in just in time to not be thrown out as I zoom out.

"God Nell!" Ranger yelps as I bounce in between cars, barely missing accidents every minute or so.

I don't even know where I'm going! What am I doing? STOP!

I hit the brakes so hard Tank almost flies through the window and I shoot out, running into an old, abandoned looking hotel.

Ranger stops me just as I reach the door and he and Tank set themselves either side of the door, listening before opening it, guns drawn, special vampire bullets. Holy Bullets.

If it weren't for the seriousness of the situation, I would have laughed.

A strangled yelp makes Tank rush in and we soon follow, finding Steph tied to a dirty bed, Morelli twisting on the floor, apparently having been hit in the private parts.

I rush over and free her while Tank bends over, picks Morelli up and punches him in the stomach. Ouch. That's gotta hurt. Looks like it too, Joe groans and tries desperately to escape Tank's steel grip. Futile efforts.

After a few minutes of Tank beating him up, Ranger steps in and takes over.

Steph only looks, still in shock.

"Steph." I whisper.

I lead her over to Joe who's curled into a ball on the ground, blood dripping from his broken nose.

Her face turns angry and she suddenly starts kicking him, yelling at him, telling all the things that had been plaguing her heart and in the end, spitting in his face.

Joe only groans, knocked out.

We all watch her, mesmerized.

"You guys have explaining to do." She tells us, calmer but accusing.

I nod dumbly, take her arm and lead her out.

Tank and Ranger stay behind, Tank already on the phone.

Steph slumps, the adrenaline creeping away and leaving a very tired woman barely standing on her feet.

A while later, we pack into the truck, Steph falling asleep half way and me absent mindedly brushing her hair, singing softly, eyes staring unseeingly out the window to the blurry world outside.

I blink as the door opens and Tank gently eases Steph off my lap and carries her away while Ranger takes me in much the same way.

"I can walk." I laugh, still snuggling into his warm chest and sighting.

"How did you know?" His voice rumbles above me.

"I dreamt about it." I yawn.

"Did it happen before?"

What ever happened to Mr. Chatty? Hmm…maybe I should get him to loosen up more often.

"No. Good night." I mutter, feeling myself slip into the peaceful bliss of sleep.

When I wake up, I'm in Ranger's bed, tired as hell but at least not sick. YES! Well…me being sick in the morning only happened once. I must admit. Maybe…twice?

I slip out of bed and as soon as my feet hit the floor, a wave of dizziness grabs me and I rush to the bathroom, barely making it in time to heave.

Heaving is not a good experience, when your stomach is half empty, it's even worse.

Once I have control over myself once again, I shower, furiously brush my teeth, pull my hair back into a ponytail and look at myself. It'll have to do.

I walk out, Tank, Steph and Ranger eating quietly at the table, a smell of Boston Crème and coffee reaching my nostrils.

"I'll have to teach you how to do coffee." I mutter, sipping the Italian drink. Even if it IS quite good, it's nothing like the Xtra-strong, Xtra-sweet coffee I make I the morning to wake up. Ok, I took a shower but a girl's got priorities!

"Thanks Nell. Tank and Ranger told me what happened last night."

I frown, remembering the dream and bend over to her, pulling down her shirt a little and looking at her neck. Thank god. No marks, just a few bruises and cuts but that's all.

"I'm just glad I didn't loose another friend." I hug her tight then get up and go change.

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Well here it is! PJ, I must, absolutely MUST thank you, I had totally forgotten Morelli in the whole scenario! You're right; two heads are better than one, especially if I keep forgetting things! (I'm unfortunately a bakka…hehe.) Anyway, hope you had fun and oyosumi!