The smoke of The Dollhouse did little to disway the men from watching the beautiful women known as the Baby Dolls. Women between 18- 30 who were considered the most beautiful of Texas. Any flavor for any man that was their slogan. And on the stage was the newest of all the dolls. Her waist length platinum blond hair cupped her 16 inch rock hard waist. Her abs tight enough to flip a quarter off it. She swung around the pole to the music of Trace Adkins' Rough and Ready. Her black Stetson matching both her black leather chaps and bikini top. The only things of color were her red string thong that match her cherry red lips. This was the girl known only as Baby Jezebel, her green eyes scanned the crowd looking for someone, anyone who might peek her interest. Suddenly she saw him. Too pale to be here, too slick to be human. " This is gonna cost me this job." Jezebel muttered to herself. " That's okay princess, we're done after this one. " a male voice said threw the tiny earpiece in her right ear, " Course I am gonna miss watchen you every night." " Bite me. " she muttered. She'd hated this assignment since it had been given to her. Pulling the silver dagger from her boot she flicked her wrist the dagger landing in the middle of his chest. Screams were heard from where the man had been sitting in the V.I.P. room as he burst into flames. " Vamp down. " she heard her male counterpart say to someone. " Let's go home darlen. " Jezebel jumped from the stage finding the closes exit she ran to the black van as her manager came out behind her yelling. " YOUR FIRED JEZEBEL! " " Too bad I was having fun. " she mutter getting in as the van peeled out of the parking lot.
Abigail Whistler opened her bleary eyes. She looked at her white bland ceiling and smiled. Another night, she'd made it threw another night with out nightmares, panic attacks, or being attacked, that made it six months: nine months since Blade had destroyed Dracula and all the rest of the vampire race with the Daystar virus. Abigail stretched in her bed. Her bed, a gold plated canopy gift from her best friend. It reflected the sun as it shown in threw her bay windows. When they; she. her best friend, and the child they both carried for, Zoë, had moved to the three story flat her best friend had insisted she take the room with a view to die for. Abigail stopped and listened for the normal morning sounds, cars going down the street, coffee brewing in the kitchen, Zoë watching her cartoons, and the sound of flesh meeting vinyl as her best friend Hannibal King got in her morning workout. Everything was there except for Hannibal's sound. " King? " she called. Her door opened as a brown haired child with chocolate eyes and porcelain sin came in. " Abby? " the girl questioned. Lifting her comforter and sheets up Abigail smiled, "Come her princess." Zoë ran across the room and climbed in Abigail's bed. Abby pulled the blanket's over their heads. "Hey princess." Abigail whispered. "Hey Abby." Zoë smiled. "You ready to go to your Aunt Kelly's?" Zoë nodded. "Remember everything we talked about. No vampires, no more scary monsters, and especially no more Knome King." Abigail said using the name Zoë had given Dracula. "And what about the mean lady?" Zoë whispered. "Mean lady?" Abigail asked. "The one that told King she was gonna bite him and then feed me to him." Zoë whispered. "Oh baby. We didn't know you heard that." Abigail hugged Zoë close to her. "King was so upset about it. I thought he'd be mad if he knew I heard her." Zoë said. "He would've but not at you. But I can guarantee you she'd dead. King watched it" Abigail reassured her. " Yup, roasty toasty." A male voice said pulling off the comforter from them.
Hannibal King looked down on two of the three most important women in his life. "King!" Zoë squealed and giggled jumping up hugging the neck of the 6'3" spiked dirty blond ex-Nightstalker. Still lean in muscle he wore only sweatpants and twinkle in his eye that was patented by him, Abby was convinced. Laying down on the bed he put Zoë in between Abby and himself then hiding all three under the comforter. "I'm sorry your heard Danica tell me that but know I'd die before I'd ever hurt you Zoë." Hannibal would do anything to reassure Zoë. "I know King but you were so upset and I didn't want you more upset." Zoë said. Zoë Sommerfield was forced to grow up way to early as far as King was concerned. At age 3 she and her mother had come to the Nightstalkers, At five she'd had to learn that the monster you had to worry about weren't the ones in your closet or under your bed. And at seven she was forced to listen as her mother was murdered and then literally crucified, then become a prisoner of the monster or all monsters, Dracula. Hannibal King had made it his life goal that Zoë have a normal childhood for the rest of it. When it was suggested that Zoë stay with her aunt. King understood and agreed with the logic even though ever fiber in his body screamed out to keep his little girl with him. "You listen to me angel. I will never be so upset that I'll stop loving you. You never have to worry about it." King said. Zoë threw her arms around King's neck burying her face in the crook of his neck. Wrapping his arms around her waist and cupping her head he made eye contact with Abigail as he kissed Zoë's head making the same silent promise to Abby. "I love you King." she said. "I love you too munchkin." he replied back. " Hey what about me?" Abigail said tickling Zoë. "I love you too Abby." Zoë said blowing a kiss towards Abigail. "Good. Now are you all packed for your plane tonight?" Abby said. Zoë jumped up running across the bed and jumping to the floor. She ran down the hall yelling, "I'm almost done." " She hasn't gotten anything packed." King and Abigail laughed. Each moving toward the center of the bed Hannibal wrapped his arms around Abby pulling her towards him. Laying her head on his bare chest she sighed listening to his heart's steady beat. "I can't believe it's really over." Abby whispered. "Yup. No more hunting." King said stroking her head. "Do you miss it?" Abby asked. "I miss us, I miss Sommerfield, Hedges, and Dex. But do I miss the vamps. No, I like having my cheerios before saving the world." The two lay there just enjoying each other. Nothing had happened but they both knew it was just a matter of time. No one would ever know them as well as they knew each other. "Are you ready?" Abby asked. "Don't really know. Eight years since I've seen my family Abby. Having to explain exactly what happened to me was hard enough over the phone to my mother. Now I have a whole new batch of questions." Hannibal sighed. Hannibal King had finally caved to Abby's pestering about calling his family to set up a reunion when the vampires had all died. "Tell me about them King." Abby whispered.
" I was born in October, the 31 if you want to laugh at irony. I was born a twin. My oldest brother is Julian Mackenzie he's a cardiologist. He's nearly 35 now, he's married to Sandy and they have three kids, Jackson, Kimber, and Luke. Then there's my older sister Elizabeth Anne who's 33. She's a pediatrician and married to her high school sweetheart Brendan and last time I saw them they had a daughter named Mary Christine. Then my brother Austin Samuel who's the third oldest at 31 who was engaged to the girl next door and the star of many of my high school fantasies, Paradise Reyes. And yes her name was really Paradise. The there's me, and finally my twin sister who's the baby of the family by five minutes Annabelle Dreama King." King smiled thinking of Annie. She was the third most important woman in his life. It perplexed him that she never called him unlike the rest of his family. When he had went to study medicine at U.C.L.A. she'd been a little distant but nothing like this. He'd figured she was busy finishing her doctrine or medical school. "Isn't all your family doctors." Abby asked laughing. " Yup. Dad's a nerve doctor. Mom's got the women, Julian's the heart doctor, Liz was with the kids, Austin was a tumor doctor, and I was gonna be the male reproductive doctor." King said proudly. "What about your twin? What was she gonna be?" Abby asked. "I don't know. When she went into college she really didn't know what she wanted to be. We all assumed she'd become a doctor of some type. I haven't talked to her since the night I went out and Danica picked him up." King sighed. That had been eight years ago. He'd never had a chance to go to medical school. "Did I ever tell you that was the reason I was out that night. Not to pick up women. But three of my bodies and I had just received our letters from the variable med schools we wanted to go to. I'd gotten into John Hopkins. I was so excited. But that night changed everything for the four of us, Scott, Chris, and David were all dinner for Danica and her boys, and I became her little cabana boy." King said bitterly. "That's over now King. You'll never be anyone's prisoner again." Abby said. King looked at the clock, "We gotta get up. Our flight leaves in five hours and it's gonna take us two to get to the gate." The two got out of bed. Abby set off down the hall to help Zoë get her bags packed. King looked out the window. He was going home to Dallas, he was finally gonna get to see his family again.