So, one of you guessed what was going to happen. Am I becoming predictable? Let's see if I can fix that.

Alison woke up groggy to say the least. She glanced over and smiled when she saw that Johnny had not yet left, she traced the scars on his back for a while, but she imagined he was too asleep to feel it. She glanced at the clock and was glad to find out it was only two o'clock, she was glad to finally get to see the sun high in the sky. It had been a couple days. She looked at herself underneath the blanket and came to the conclusion that she was completely naked and had no idea where her clothes were, or what had happened to them. Thankfully, after some searching, she found her underwear and her tank top. One was stuck behind the air conditioner and the other was underneath the bed.

It had been quite the night.

Alison had had sex with shifters before, but Johnny was something else. He really was like a cat, and she was surprised at the sudden lurch between her legs when she remembered how flexible he was. She looked around the room for a little while, and almost cried out with happiness when she found her suitcase sitting in the closet. One of Felipe's guys must have brought it and she was practically bursting with joy at the thought of clean clothes. She had wrapped herself in one of the clean white towels and threw the tank top and underwear away. They were ripped anyway. She was gathering up clothes when she looked over and noticed that the cellphone was beeping every couple minutes and it was flashing.

She walked over to the table and picked it up. She had missed two calls and had two voice mails. One of from Felipe and the other, from a number she didn't know. She hit one and it dialed for her.

"You have one new message," The automated voice said. "First Message: Alison, It's Quinn. Jake is working for the fellowship again and I think Johnny is involved also. That fucking ass. I know you don't know me, and I don't know you, but Jake used to be a good guy and I can't stand back and let his little sister get wrapped up in all this mess. There is a diner on route eight, I'll be there at three o'clock with a car. If you meet me there, I can get you out of here. Don't approach Johnny, or listen to anything he says. He's a liar. He always has been. Good luck." She was staring at the sleeping shifter furiously," End Message."

She didn't have time to listen to what Felipe wanted, her only priority was to get the hell out of there and over to the diner where Quinn was. He seemed to be the only honest man in this whole convoluted ordeal. Her shower would have to wait, she just threw on a pair of sweat pants and a green tank top, grabbed her suitcase and the cellphone and got as far away from that goddamn hotel room as she possibly could. She went to the front desk and asked them if they knew about a diner on route eight.

"Yeah, Marie's. You checking out?"

"No. No I am not, the man I was staying with is still staying in the room. Can you do me a favor and not tell him where I went?"

The man standing behind the counter gave her a strange look, but a woman poked her head out of the back room and waved her hand. "Don't you worry hunny, his lips are sealed."

She smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

She waited for the cab to pull up, and it did, just as she noticed the door to her former room opening. She hastily made her way into the back and told the cab driver where to go, and to make it fast. She found an envelope with some money tucked into her purse which was inside her suitcase. There was a note,

Just in case.

Felipe.

She smiled despite herself, and handed the cab driver the money as she glanced at the time. Two fifty nine. Hopefully Quinn didn't mean on the dot. The cab pulled into the parking lot and she stepped out into the sunlight, locating Quinn almost at once. He was hard to miss, after all. He made his way over to her, picking up the suitcase and beckoning her forward.

"You're sure lucky I am such a nice guy, Doll." He said, popping the trunk of his car open and tossing the bag inside. "Get in the back." She followed his instructions and climbed into the back seat, she assumed that the girl asleep in the front was his sister, Frannie. He started the car and drove towards the highway.

"Where are we going?" She whispered, so as not to wake the sleeping girl.

"I haven't really got to that part yet, but Eric told me I am not allowed in his area without fucking permission. He thinks he can keep Sookie on a goddamn leash."

She recognized the name from the night before. This Sookie woman seemed to get around.

"Who the hell is Sookie?"

"My girl- Ex- girlfriend. Eric, the tall blonde, he has a blood bond with her. He wants her for himself."

"Can he really just exile you like that?"

"Well, yeah. But not for long, if he thinks things with Sookie and I are over, he's got another thing coming."

She smiled slightly. "Give him hell, I don't like that vamp. He seems pompous."

"You don't even know the half of it." They sat in silence for a while until Quinn glanced into the backseat eyeing her strangely. "So, your Jake's sister, huh?"

"Yeah, I used to be. Not so much anymore."

"It was crazy of you to risk so much for someone you barely know anymore. But I admire it."

"Well, He's my family. My mom is still alive, but she's off her rock and my uncle just wants to use me for my vampire, uh, allure. I guess you could call it that?"

"Use you?"

"He owns Bloodlust, the bar in vegas. I work there, I'm the shot girl."

"You the one walking around with the tray of shots for sale, right?"

"Yeah."

"I recognized you from the pits." She could feel disdain shooting off of him. The Pits was obviously not his favorite subject.

"Yeah, you too." She said. "I always knew you would get out of there. You're a brilliant fighter."

He smiled despite himself and nodded. "Thanks, you looked good in that leather miniskirt. I would be lying if I said you didn't distract me a few times."

She blushed. "What a strange world we live in."

He laughed heartily glancing back at her as he took an exit. "I'm right there with you, Ally." She glanced down at her hands, smiling. "And I'm sorry about Johnny. I can tell you, uh, slept with him. You haven't taken a shower, have you?"

She blushed deeper and wished she would have checked her messages after a shower. "Yeah, it was a spur of the moment type of thing. He took advantage of me, I was upset about Jake and he just... jumped on the opportunity, I guess." Quinn's mouth tightened, and she imagined he was gritting his teeth. She imagined that his over protectiveness of his sister made it hard for him to watch women being used. She liked him a lot more for it. "How did you figure out that he was working with the fellowship?"

"Well, he met me yesterday and while I was telling about what happened with Sookie he kept darting his eyes back and forth, like he was looking for someone. And then he started ranting about how all those vamps were gonna get what they deserved, and how he couldn't understand how a nice girl like you got mixed up with a bunch of vamps, but he was going to help you out it. He also seemed to know more than his fair share about Jake, and it just, occurred to me. I tried to call you last night but I guess you were, consumed with other activities."

Her blush deepened and nearly jumped out of her skin when she remembered the other voicemail from Felipe. "Oh shit!"

Quinn looked into the backseat slightly panicked. "What? What's wrong?"

"Felipe called me last night also, I forot to check the voice mail." She pulled the phone out of her pocket where she had stowed it when she found the money and pressed one.

"One new message," The recording said. "First unheard Message: Alison, I am sad to inform you that your brother has, once again, been convicted of being involved with the fellowship of the sun. Seeing as our only bargaining chip to keep you with us was your brother, I assume we will have to work something else out. Please call Victor to set up a meeting, I hope you are well and stay out of trouble. I took the liberty of shipping your suitcase, it is in the hotel room along with some money for your trouble." And then there was a click, and he hung up.

"What was it about?"

"Well, the vamps were saying I had to work for them so they wouldn't kill my brother, but seeing as he's a dirty rotten scumbag, he assumes we have to make other arrangements. I think he likes me."

"Who?"

"Felipe. He seems oddly... accommodating."

"Johnny told me your a psychic."

"Not really, I just, have visions sometimes."

"Thats a psychic. Felipe likes that kind of thing, You and Sookie have a lot in common, maybe it's just a sixth sense thing."

"How do you mean?"

"Sookie is a telepath and she attracts vamps like flies to shit."

"Oh, lucky me."

"What, you don't like the dead guys? I have heard they're great in bed." He flashed her a brilliant smile.

"No, I grew up in a werewolf pack, I have no interest in deaders."

He smiled despite himself and looked like he would have been happy to banter some more when his sister made a small noise and awoke. "Quinn?"

"I'm here, Frannie. Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Who's the girl?"

"You remember Jake Purifoy? This is his sister, Alison."

She briefly glanced into the back. "Hi." She looked annoyed that her and her brother weren't alone. "Where are we?"

"Louisiana still, I have to get out of Area Five. Eric is trying to keep me away from Sookie."

"Good." She looked embarrassed. "I mean, I'm sorry that your girlfriend likes a big viking vampire better than you."

Alison watched Quinn's reaction and briefly wished that Frannie would have stayed asleep. "Where are we going?" She asked from the backseat, Quinn glanced back at her briefly.

"Dallas, I know some people there who owe me a favor. We can stay with them while things get straightened out."

"Why'd your bring her along?" Frannie said, motioning towards the back. "If her brother and Johnny are both in the fellowship, how do we know she's not in on it too?"

"Because she's trustworthy, Jake comes from a good family, he just lost it because he got turned."

"Besides," Alison added. "The fellowship are bunch of fucking wackadoodles."

The car was silent for a moment and Quinn burst into laughter. "Wackadoodles, huh?"

"Yeah. Have you seen their commercials? 'Reflections of light' and inter-species this and that. It's ridiculous, there a bunch of goddamn wackjobs."

"So, you like vampires?" Frannie asked, turning to face Alison.

"I'm not saying I'm ready to cozy up to 'em like there cuddly little teddy bears, but I have no serious problem with them. They pay well and if you play your cards right, mostly stay out of your hair."

"So I take it your playing your cards very wrong then?" Quinn said, flashing her another smile.

"Oh yeah, I got a shit hand."

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