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A/N: Sorry for how short that last chapter was. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you guys like the twistedness. Oh and one more thing; I LOVE MARILYN MANSON….. Just wanted to put that out there.

"Oh shit." Don moaned

"Oh shit indeed Agent Epps."

Rose started taking the pictures down from the board. She stopped suddenly and looked toward one of the wall length windows at her left.

"I realize that this all seems unreal and far-fetched. I realize that none of you believe half of what I've told you. I can see it on your faces. There's only one more thing I can show you to prove that this isn't completely crazy."

None of them said anything. Not at first anyway. Charlie had been watching her the whole time with sense of fascination and wonder. He knew that by this time she should have been yelling like crazy trying to get them to believe. But not Rose. She was calm, almost sad.

"What's that?"

Everyone looked to Charlie. It was the first thing he'd said the whole night.

"Simple." They turned back to Rose. She was just pointing to the window.

"What the fuck?"

They were six stories up and yet there he was. Jonathan. Just floating in mid air, hands behind his back watching them. He smirked at them and bowed. He was in all black, black pants, black shirt, black boots, and a black trench coat. He tapped the glass playfully as if testing it then seemed to go into thought.

"How long has he been there?" Don asked.

"Knowing him the whole time. He probably has heard everything we've said. If he hasn't it doesn't matter, he'll just draw it out of our minds. Even a newborn vampire can do that."

"What's he doing now?" It was Charlie again.

"Testing your reactions. Vampires hear hearts. The tune it out most of the time but it's how they fight with other species, they listen to the heart to know when their opponent is preparing for an attack, of for when the opponent is getting tired the heart beats faster so they attack harder. I want you guys to try to be as calm as possible. He enjoys fear. He can tell by your heart if you fear him."

Jonathan's smirk turned into a grin. He shook his head as if to say that it wouldn't work. His grin quickly turned into a frown as the FBI agents began to calm down from the initial shock of seeing him floating six stories high. Jonathan glanced around at the agents before settling on one in the back corner of the room. The frown became a grin again only this time deadlier. He came closer to the glass.

Rose turned toward the agent who seemed to be trying to get as far away from the window as possible.

"Calm down."

The agent looked at her. His eyes kept glancing from her to the window.

"What if he gets in here? You said he was strong right. He could probably kill us all in one blow." His voice was panicky and cracking.

"Just calm down. Fear is making your mind weak. He's getting into your mind. He can't get in here. He can try all he wants to, but he can't okay."

"How do you know? He could probably break the glass with one finger."

"That's true but even if he did he can't get in. Trust me. Now just clear your mind. Think of a fond memory."

The agent closed his eyes and seemed to calm down. Suddenly everyone heard glass cracking. They turned toward the window to see that it had cracked diagonally from the top right corner to the bottom left corner. Jonathan was glaring at them. He pulled his fist back as if to shatter the glass completely but stopped. He looked at Rose and smiled. She glared back. He blew her a kiss and she returned it with the middle finger. His smile grew into the same evil smile from the picture. Then he was gone.

The agents just kept staring at the window. Rose however went back to putting her pictures away.

"Now that you believe me, I can tell you how to kill him, but that's a long and not very interesting lecture for tomorrow. It's late and I need to find a hotel."

Don was the first of the agents to recover.

"Hold on a second Ms. Anguis. Everyone; you are not to speak a word of this to anyone outside this room. Like they'd believe you anyway but it's protocol. Terry, have someone up here tomorrow to fix that window. You are all to meet here tomorrow at eight o-clock sharp! No exceptions!"

Don turned to Charlie and waved him over.

"Ms. Anguis-

"Rose."

"Rose. I would feel more comfortable if you were somewhere a bit safer than a hotel."

"I'll be fine Agent Epps. I've dealt with Jonathan before."

"Be that as it may. You're helping us. I don't want you to suddenly turn up missing or worse."

"I told you, I'll be fine."

"She can stay with me."

They both turned to Charlie.

"Rose this is my younger brother Charlie."

"Nice to meet you. You parents must be thrilled to have two sons as FBI agents."

"Actually I consult for Don. I'm a math professor at CalSci."

"What Charlie's to modest to say, is that he's a math genius."

"Right. Well thanks for the offer but I don't want to be a burden."

"Don't worry you can stay in Don's old room. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Wait you mean he used to live with you?"

"I bought the hose we grew up in."

"Yeah so it'd sound less pathetic when you told people you still lived with dad."

Rose glanced back and forth between the two, before cracking up.

"Okay. I'll stay with you if you promise that I get to see more fights like this."

Don and Charlie just smiled and laughed.

"So is that the only bag you've got?"

"No, the other's are down in the lobby. They wouldn't let me bring the rest up."

"Okay"

Rose and Charlie started to leave when she stopped and turned to Don.

"Agent Epps?"

"Yeah"

"There's one more thing."

"What?"

"The killings are going to change."

"How do you know that? Why are they going to change?"

"I know because he told me. They're going to change because the game has changed. You have an advantage now."

"Oh yeah what?"

"Me."