Suddenly they all jumped and Monty hollered, again, as her cell phone rang and vibrated in his front pocket. Adako couldn't help but laugh. Monty recovered and pulled the offending thing out of his pocket and flipped it open, reading the caller ID.

"Mom?" he glanced at her. "So they're gonna start looking for you now, huh?"

"Duh," Adako smacked her forehead, silently calling him a retard. Luke laughed, Landon just shook his head and looked to Monty, who turned back to the phone and pulled his beanie further down over his eyes. He silenced the call. He fiddled with the phone for a few minutes, looking over her contact list and stuff before he returned to the main screen. The phone was now almost dead, and there were only two bars for service. The time displayed was five forty-five- in fifteen minutes the sun would rise. Monty noticed this and his face paled.

"Landon!" he breathed."We have fifteen minutes! The sun! Hurry!"

"Crap!" yelled Landon, realization dawning on his face. With a quick glance in the rear view mirror, he spun the car around, doing a complete one eighty and throwing Adako into Luke's lap.

"What the heck?" she asked, extracting herself.

"It's Monty, " Luke offered. "He's...alergic to the sun." He smirked.

"Luke, " Landon warned.

"Allergic to the sun?" Adako leaned inbetween the seats to get a better view of Monty. "Wow. Kinda like a vampire, huh?" Luke and Landon both suppressed a laugh. Monty just glared at her.

"Kinda." he mimicked her.

"I've always wished I could be a vampire," she mused. This time all three of them hooted with laughter. She scowled.

"Everybody does that," she said, her chin resting on her hand. She sighed. "I always wished I could be a deathdealer like Selene on the underworld, and way I could really tell if werewolves are really as bad as people say they are." The threesome tuned in here, listening intently.

"'Cause I mean, if vampires were real then werewolves would have to be, right?"

Monty nodded with a half-grin, then looked over at Landon who was watching the roadside up ahead.

"Dude, Landon, hurry up."

Landon glanced anxiously at Monty, who put his hand over his eyes, a grimace gorwing on his face. Luke even budged. Wow, he even looked a little worried, scanning the lightening sky. Adako herself was starting to get worried. She sat back in the seat and tapped Lukes' shoulder.

"What exactly happens when he gets in the sun?" she asked.

"Well..." he mumbled absently.

Landon had the car topped out at one-twenty, and kept casting worried glances at Monty, who was starting to sweat, and his breathing was shallowing.

"Landon," Monty dragged out in a tortured voice.

"Hold on, Monty. The warehouse is right there. Only two more seconds."

Monty was starting to writhe in his seat, clutching the door handle for support. He turned his gaze to Adako. His eyes were so bloodshot that they were almost pure red, and their normal denim blue irises were saphire. His face was flushed. Adako grabbed his hand and held it until he spoke, his voice more a growl than anything.

"Help me," he pleaded.

Adako jerked her hand out of his iron grip and heaved a breath, forcing her own mouth closed so she wouldn't scream.

Just as the first hint of sun was peeking over the horizon, Landon realised that he couldn't wait a moment more, especialy not to open some warehouse door.

"Luke!" he yelled. "Open that door!"

A split second of surprise crossed his features then determination took control. He squeezed his eyes shut and his face contorted with might.

"Luke!" Landon said. They had slowed to 60 MPH but they were still headed straight for the huge warehouse door. Adako braced herself for impact.

"Luke!" Adako squeeked. Just as it looked like they were going to ram it, the door flew open and Landonspun a 360 to stop the car. The door immediately slammed down. This time it was Luke who ended up in Adako's lap. They all stayed put and everything was quiet, and they could smell the hot brakes. The headlights were still on, and they shone against a blank wall and a few old crates.

That door...how did it do that? Luke couldn't have done that, could he have? She shook it off.

There was an image that was racing through Adako's head...Monty...maybe she had imagined it. She shoved Luke off her lap and reached up and switched the car light on, crawled up front and sat in the middle. She turned Monty's face towards her. His skin was hot to the touch. He opened his eyes and pulled away but she turned his face to hers again, gently, and slid her thumb between his lips and along his teeth line. She immediately pulled back, leaning against the dash, and looked at her thumb. There was a small cut and it was bleeding. Her thoughts had been confirmed- he had fangs.

Adako just sat there, too shocked to say anything, until Monty reached for her hand. Adako started to pull back but he held her there, until she gave in, slowly, and he brought her hand to his mouth. He sucked off the small amount of blood that had seeped out and then held it away and looked at it, running his thumb over it the he let her hand go.

She looked at it, then up at him in confusion. It was healed!

"It's my gift," he said.