Sorry it took a couple more days then usual. I got a really bad paper cut and I seriously, could not type. It sucked. But I got it done. Thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate them, and I am so glad you guys like it. Aside from a few continuity errors and some spelling mistakes, I think I'm doing pretty good!

They drove in silence until she felt Jake staring at her.

"What?"

"You've grown up alot."

"It's been six years, Jake. I'm not sixteen anymore."

"What did you mean when you said you sacrificed something to find me?" He seemed to be a feeling a lot better now that he was reclined in his car and sipping on a trublood.

"Well, Felipe told me that he knew where you were and tricked me into going and staying at his house and then coming here. I probably don't have a job anymore, and I work for the King of Nevada. He thinks I'm valuable."

"Because of the psychic thing?"

"I guess, yeah. But you know how finicky it is. Remember how dad used to try and get me to have them all the time? Like, if something bad was going to happen to the pack, or when was Mom was going to have another relapse?"

He winced slightly at the word Rehab. "Yeah. How is she?"

"Who, Mom?"

"Yeah."

"In the Hospital again. After dad died she just went A wall. You know how it is out West, drugs are too easily accessible. She hopped from drinking to pills to, everything else."

"I'm so sorry I left, Ally. If I hadn't of left-"

"Then you would have been just as miserable as I was. At least you made a life for yourself out here."

"Yeah, and got mixed up with the wrong people and got myself turned into a fucking vampire."

"It can't be all that bad. I mean, you'll be handsome forever, you can get any girl you want! You have always been a night person."

He chuckled. "Sis, you don't get it. I had to give up everything I knew, my entire culture, everything. I was a were, and now, I don't even know what I am."

"Do you still...?"

"No."

And she knew not to ask anything else.

Jake had always prized himself on being a good were, learning everything he could about the politics, the history, he loved it. He loved being part animal, he loved shifting. Alison could only imagine how painful it had been for him to have to give that up, and become something he had despised so much. Well, not despised, but it was common knowledge that weres and vamps weren't the best of friends, and Jake had never been a huge fan of the bloodsuckers. It was nearly 3 in the morning when they pulled into the parking lot that housed Fangtasia. She wasn't surprised to see that the lights were off, with the exception of the employees entrance security light. She swung the door open and went to help Jake out. Most of the minor cuts had healed, but the substantial gash on his right calf would take a couple more days. She helped him hobble over to the door, and stood for a second, confused as to what to do.

So she knocked.

She could hear an impatient yell inside and a blonde vampire, the one from her vision, pushed the door open. She was showing fang and obviously more then a little pissed. Thankfully Jake spoke first.

"Pam, I need to speak with Eric."

"Who the hell are you?" She said, taking a threatening step forward.

"Jake. I worked for the Queen in Area 4, I have news of her... uh... demise."

She softened considerably though she was still sneering, another voice yelled 'let them in'. She pushed the door open and Alison helped her brother pass the angry vampiress, making sure not to bump into her. They followed the long hallway until they were standing in front of an office, where a beautiful blonde vampire sat behind a mahogany desk. He looked angry, to say the least. There were several other vampires scattered around the room, and she didn't recognize any of them.

Jake and the blonde vampire, Eric, began a conversation, Jake answered each question promptly until Eric thrust a hand towards Alison, inquiring as to who she was. Jake paused, and Eric stared at him intently, then switching his gaze to Alison, who nearly crumbled under the intensity of it.

"My sister. She works at Bloodlust, the club in Las Vegas. She got wind of the attack and came to warn me."

Eric seemed less than convinced, but obviously didn't have the time to dwell on why Alison was there, nor did he care. She began to back out of the room, only to be stopped right outside the door by the blonde vampiress.

"And where do you think you're going?" She said, inclining her head towards the girl.

"I, uh, back out to the car. I have no business being here for such private vampire affairs."

Pam laughed. "Fine. Go." And Alison did, practically running towards the door at the end of the hallway. She had had more than enough vampire interaction for one night. She was shaking by the time she got to the car, and felt as if her head was going to explode. She got into the car and laid her head on the steering wheel, nearly jumping out of her skin when she heard a tap on the window.

"Alison!" Johnny said, pulling open the passenger side door and sliding inside. He had a serious gash across his right eyebrow, and a fat lip. He lurched forward, enveloping her in an awkward hug. "I was worried about you."

"What happened to you?" She said, running a finger across his cheek and staring up at the cut on his eyebrow. If he was in his lion form, he probably would have purred.

"The blonde one got a hold of me just as Victor called us off, and Eric told her to back down. It was a good thing too, she is a feisty one." He said, and cracked a grin.

"What happened to Quinn?"

Johnny's face grew a little darker. "Well, he went a little apeshit when he heard his sister screaming, and growled and broke his girlfriends door down. But he's alright, I don't think he's in too much trouble with the vamps, and his score is settled." She frowned and nodded a little. She was really glad that Quinn was alright, he seemed like a real good guy helping out his mom and his sister like that. Johnny had told her all about the circumstances on the plane in hushed voices, and Alison's heart had really gone out too him. "How's your brother?"

"I think he's going to be alright, he's inside."

"Does he still want to be your brother?"

"It's complicated. You hungry?" She asked, starting the car.

His face lit up that prospect of food. "Starving."

She drove until she found a 24 hour diner. They got a couple of strange looks from waitresses, but were too enveloped in their own little world to care. Alison wasn't that hungry, so she just ordered coffee and toast. Johnny got a cheeseburger and an extra side of fries. He recounted the nights events up until when he watched her help her brother inside. By the time they were done eating, the sun had begun to rise above the horizon, and Alison was tired. It had been one long night. Johnny was nice enough to let her sleep in his hotel room. She hoped her brother was alright, that he was safely asleep somewhere dark where the sun wouldn't touch him.

There was only one queen bed in the room, but she was so tired she didn't mind sleeping next to the shifter she had just met. And she had to admit, that when he snuggled close to her, she felt safe for the first time in years.

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