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When Alison's eyes finally popped open, the light that shone through the window was that of mid afternoon. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, she was alarmed to see that it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. She had slept for nearly 12 hours. She was only half surprised, after all, she had been up very late and been under alot of emotional stress in the hours before she went to sleep.

As soon as she sat up, memories from the conversation with the shifter all flooded back.

What if her brother was dead? Would Felipe know? Or was he under the assumption that the were/vampire was living in Louisiana. Was her brother working for the queen? Would he be harmed (If he was still alive, that was)? She was so confused by the Kings actions, that she couldn't keep her facts straight. She didn't know why she believed Johnny the shifter so adamantly. Or maybe it wasn't that she believed him over Felipe, maybe she just assumed Felipe would lie to her. But why? He was the vampire king of nevada and she was a cocktail waitress at a nightclub.

Something was not adding up.

She pushed the cover off of her bare legs and stretched her arms. She felt that groggy, layered feeling you get when you sleep to late for too long. Hurrying over to her suitcase, she pulled on a pair of worn out jean shorts and an orange tank top. She slipped on the same pair of sneakers she had worn the night before, and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. She wouldn't bother applying any make up, she only wore it for work anyway. She sat on the bed and wondered what she should do next. This wasn't her house, she couldn't very very well just walk downstairs. What if she wandered into some sort of secret vampire bat cave.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She stood up and practically ran to open it. Johnny was standing awkwardly in the doorway, and she was relieved to see a familiar face, even if she had only seen it once before.

"Good morning." He said, even though it was clearly the late afternoon. "I came by around twelve, but I think you were probably still asleep. Are you hungry?"

It seemed as if his question had awoken some sort of beast in her stomach that hadn't been there before and she nodded. "Yeah. Do you know where the kitchen is?"

"Yes." He said, and nodded his head down the hallway, signifying he should follow her. She did. "You know, I thought about you a lot last night. After our conversation." He blushed slightly, obviously expecting her to take the statement the wrong way. "I don't mean-"

"I know what you mean." she said, smiling slightly.

"You remind me so much of someone, I just can't put my finger on it."

"I actually get that a lot. I think I just have one of those faces." She attempted to smile once more, but a searing pain shot through her fore head and into the back of her head. She instantly raised her hand to her head and stopped walking, clamping her eyes shut. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Johnny said, his eyes full of concern by the time she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her head was throbbing, and she was cursing the gods for giving her one of her headaches at such an inopportune time.

"I just get these really bad headaches sometimes. There really painful and just, I guess I can tell you about it, after all you change into a lion when the full moon comes." He looked intrigued. Very intrigued. She didn't like it- there was a reason she pretended to have migraines and ignore what usually came with them. She didn't believe in Psychics, which was strange, because she had grown up in a home full of werewolves. "I can tell when things are going to happen. Bad things. Only when it's something that is going to personally effect me, and half of the time, it just a flash of a picture or a face. Like, once, I got a really bad headache while I was driving, and I saw this mans face. The next thing I knew another car t-boned my passenger side. The man who;s face I saw was the one driving."

"Have you ever thought that maybe this extra ability of your is why Mr. Castro is so interested in you."

"But why? I mean, I can't make it happen, and it almost never does."

"Isn't it happening right now."

"It doesn't happen every time I get a headache." He looked disappointed, and before he could spit out another word, Alison had slumped against the nearby wall, her head pounding as images flashed before her eyes. There was a man, the back of him at least, and he was smoking a cigarette and conversing with another man. When he turned around he looked fearful an began to plead. She couldn't make out his face until the last second. It was her brother. It was Jake.

When she came too she was sitting on the floor and Johnny was hovering over her. "What? What did you see?"

"I saw my brother." She said, tears streaming down her face. She was suddenly flooded with emotion. She was filled to the brim with sadness and wondering why her 'power' had chose now to present itself so potently. After all, she could count all the times it had happened on one hand. Johnny stuck his hands under her armpits and lifted her up. "How did he make this happen?" She said, and Johnny stared down at her confused.

"Who?"

"Felipe," She said, staring at him as if he was the stupidest man she had ever laid eyes on. "I know this happened because of him. He obviously could, sense or smell or something that I have this power and he figured out a way to bring it out."

"Witches, maybe?" Johnny offered, and Alison stared at him for a moment, considering it.

"Maybe, but how would a vampire get a bunch of witches to work for him? He is charming, and no doubt persuasive."

"And he has Victor." Johnny said, a sneer crossing his rugged features.

"Who is Victor?"

"The Kings lieutenant. He takes care of the dirty work, so to say. He is attractive and has many things to offer I imagine, he could have bribed some witches."

"But why? I am not that special."

"Maybe Felipe thinks you are. After all, a psychic isn't a bad thing to have on your side, especially if he can train you to use your ability with ease. Perhaps he wants to turn you."

"That would be an awful lot of trouble for a situation so full of holes. I don't want to be a vampire."

"Maybe he won't give you that choice. A sire has the ability to control their fledgling, maybe not control, but certainly keep them close if they so wish too."

"So let me get this straight. Felipe bribed me with the prospect of finding my brother, though he plans on killing him if he is not already dead. I happen to think my vision means he survived, but who knows. But the real reason he wanted me to come along was so that I could see what was going to happen before it happened so I could warn him of the worst. And after this is all over, if all goes well and they gain control of Louisiana then he plans to turn me into a vampire so that I can be his psychic vampire bitch lady? Oh hell no." She said, suddenly her headache was gone and she was thinking very clearly. It was nearly six o'clock and she wondered how two hours had gone by so quickly. "I'm getting the hell out of here."

"You can't just leave- they'll find you. We don't even know if were guessing correctly."

"Maybe is good enough for me. I don't know what I was thinking coming along anyway. I don't even know my brother anymore, if he is a vampire now, then he won't want to know me."

"I know someone who can help you. Just stay and wait for dark, I promise you will get out of this- maybe by the skin on your ass. But you'll get out of this. Just help the Vegas vamps and then we'll see where it goes."

"Who's going to help me?"

"Quinn."

"Why? He doesn't even know who I am, and from the sound of it, he has enough on his plate."

"Because he hates to see a beautiful women in a bad circumstance. Plus, He doesn't like the vegas vamps and I'm sure he would love to take something that Felipe wants so much."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but fine. I'll stay." They were both silent for a moment and Johnny looked at her sideways.

"You still hungry."

"Yeah."

"Come on."

They went to the kitchen and Johnny sat still while Alison fixed herself some toast and a bowl of cereal. She scarfed the food down a lot faster then she would have under other circumstances. The sun was starting to fall below the horizon and every time Alison noticed it move down, her stomach lurched. She prayed that her power would work when she needed it too, and that Felipe just wanted to be friends. Yeah. Alright. She still couldn't understand how Felipe had known. She sat their thinking about it over and over until it finally hit her. And then the only thing she couldn't understand how she could have been so stupid.

Johnny obviously noticed her sudden revelation. "What?"

"My uncle must have told Felipe, maybe trying to impress him or something. The bastard!" She said, practically tossing the empty bowl in front of her into the sink. The sun had sunk completely below the horizon now and she imagined that the vampires would rise soon. That she would soon get to meet Quinn in person. For some reason, the presence o fthe shifters made her feel much safer then would have otherwise. She was thankful Johnny was sitting there with her. She had also seen Quinn fight in the pits a couple of times- her Uncle had pawned her off too some vamp for the night to hand out Trublood and Beer to the supes. She doubted Quinn had seen her, but she had seen him. After all, it was hard to too. He truly was beautiful, and strong, and... wow.

"You really think so?" He asked, standing and leading her out of the kitchen. He obviously realized that the vamps would be awake soon and that they shouldn't be waiting for them in the lavish kitchen.

"I know so. He is always trying to get ahead in the vamp world, if he wasn't married and so scared, he would be a fucking fangbanger himself."

"You're not....?" He asked, stopping in the hall with a look on his face that said he was sorry for not asking sooner.

"Oh god no! I prefer those of the animal and human variety if you catch my drift."

He looked relieved, maybe even a little hopeful. "Good. Come on, they will be up soon and we should be waiting. They'll want to leave soon. Quinn is going to need all the help he can get once they realize he sent Frannie ahead."

"Who's Frannie?"

"His sister. He sent her ahead to warn his sort of girlfriend and her vamp consort."

"Consort?"

"Yeah, she's got a few of 'em." He said, laughing slightly. She didn't have time to laugh because as soon as they entered the hall, Felipe was there surrounded by more than a couple vamps and Quinn. She caught his eye and was surprised o see him glance at Johnny alarmed. He just shrugged, and smiled with a wink. Quinn rolled his eyes and focused back on the King who was giving the other vamps some sort of pep talk. She noticed the woman, Delilah, and Victor Madden and that was all. The rest were just random faces.

The vamps exited when he finished speaking and then it was only the two shifters, Alison and The King.

"Alison. Did you sleep well?" He said, laying on the charm thickly. He stared her in the eyes and then seemed alarmed when she looked down at her feet. She supposed he had tried to glamour her, and was surprised like many vamps before him, that it didn't work.

"Yes, thankyou. I had a vision."

He looked intrigued. "What of, my dear?"

"One of your vamps killing my brother."

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