So, It took me a long time to put this chapter up. I was a bridesmaid in a wedding and didn't have any time to write. So, if this seems rushed a little it's only because I wanted to get it up ASAP. Thanks for all the reviews, they are greatly appreciated!

Enjoy!

Alison fell asleep and woke up an hour later when Quinn pulled up to a suburban looking house. She had ever been to Dallas, nor had she ever been to texas. She was stunned into silence by the overall niceness of the neighborhood. There were suburban areas in Vegas, and some were really nice, but she had never lived in anything but a sleazy apartment and an old ranch house on the north side with her parents. Quinn smiled slightly when he saw she was awake and opened the back door for her.

"Come on, we are going inside."

"Who's house is this?" She said groggily, stepping out of the car.

"A friend of mine, in fact, they might've known your family. I know their son was friends with Jake when he was alive."

"Oh. So, they're not going to double cross any of us?"

"Well, anything is possible, but I don't think it's very likely."

She nodded and followed him forward. "Alright, good enough."

Quinn knocked on the door and a older man with greying hair and yellowish eyes opened the door. He was a were, Alison could just tell. He shook Quinn's hand and beckoned them inside. Frannie was dragging slightly behind Alison, but moved next to her brother once they entered the foyer. Quinn explained his situation and the man told him that he could stay with him as long as he liked. They made small talk for a couple minutes before the mans eyes shifted to Alison.

"Quinn, this woman looks very familiar to me."

"That's Jake Purifoy's sister." He said and the man's face fell slightly.

"I m very sorry for your loss, Alison, is it?"

"Yes. How did you...?"

"Jake talked about you often. Our son, Gregory, grew very close too him before the, uh, incident. My name is Michael Cross." He held his hand out, and she shook it. "You can follow Frannie upstairs if you like, I have a few things to discuss with Quinn in the front room." He said, and he left Frannie and Alison standing awkwardly across from one another.

"Do you know Sookie Stackhouse?"

"No."

"Okay good, follow me."

"How do you know where to go?"

"We've stayed here before, last time my mom got us in trouble." Alison was quiet after that and followed Frannie up the stairs and down the hall to a pretty room on the right. Frannie collapsed into a chair on the far right and Alison opted for standing by the window, glancing out at the sun which was dipping lower and lower below the horizon. She watched it for a while until Frannie woke her from her reverie.

"Did you really sleep with Johnny?"

Alison had never been a modest girl, but blushed slightly. "Yes."

"Was he any good?"

"What!?" She said, inclining her head forward. Hadn't anyone ever taught this girl boundaries.

"I always thought Johnny was the cutest of all Quinn's friends, and now that he's a traitor I am never going to get to find out for myself."

"Well then to answer your question, yes, he was amazing."

"What are we talking about?" Quinn said as he entered the room, giving his sister a glare.

"Nothing. "They both said at the same time

Over the next couple of days, Alison didn't hear anything from any of the Vegas vampires and she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't relieved. The less she got involved in their convoluted mess, the better. Quinn was gone most of the time, and Michael tended to keep too himself. Alison was learing to enjoy Frannie's company, even thought girl was blunt and quite annoying at times. She didn't understand how Frannie could be Quinn's sister; they looked nothing alike.

Frannie and Alison were sitting in the living room watching the large television. Wheel of fortune was on and they were laughing about Vana Whit's floor length peacock inspired dress, Michael had gone too bed a little while before, and though neither of the admitted it, Quinn should have been home hours ago and they were worried.

The door flew open half way through the program and the tiger hobbled in. Frannie was first to jump and run to her brother, though Alison wasn't too far behind.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I got in a fight with a vampire."

"On of the Dallas crew?" Frannie said, confused. She stared at her brother, attempting to hold him up but obviously not helping much. She was about half his size.

"Not exactly."

Oh hell, Quinn!"

"What? We had some unfinished business."

"What is going on?" Alison said, she was too busy staring at the large bruise through Quinn's t-shirt, which had been ripped open.

"This asshole went back to Sookie's house and got his ass beat by that vikin-"

"No, the other one. Bill."

"Bill? The small broody one?"

"Shutup Frannie, I got a broken Rib and my jaw is pretty fucked. I can feel it healing a little bit, but that son of a bitch got me pretty good."

"You know what, Alison? He's all yours. You take care of him if you want. He deserves what he got!" Quinn was glaring at his sister. "What!? You know you deserved it. She is not worth it, not even a little bit. Plus, she's bonded to Eric, who could kill you. So I don't want to hear it." She said when he opened his mouth to protest. "Goodnight."

And Alison watched Frannie stomp up the stairs, leaving a bleeding and broken Quinn and a very confused girl in her wake. They stood in silence for a little while, Alison was trying to piece together even a little bit of the story line in her head, but with no such luck. It was Quinn who spoke first.

"She can be a such a bitch sometimes."

"Who, your sister?"

"Yeah. Can you help me get over to the couch?"

She nodded and let him throw a hand around her shoulder. She nearly collapsed under the weight of it all, but managed to keep herself standing until they got over to the couch and Quinn plopped down, breathing a sigh of relief. Alison sat o the arm of the chair on his right, staring down at him.

"Are you going to be alright?"

"Oh yeah, I'll be fine. You should've seen him." He flashed a grin, but it quickly turned into a grimace as he shifted and one of the pillows grazed the bruise on his ribcage. Alison reached down, holding her fingers inches from the ripped t-shirt.

"Can I?" He nodded and she pushed the material back, revealing a nasty bruise which a small cut in the middle. it looked like some dirt or gravel had gotten into the wound. "You need to clean that. Shifter or not, being a tiger isn't going to save you from some nasty infection."

He chuckled. "Fine doctor, go ahead and get me cleaned up."

"You wait right here, I am going to go find some alcohol." She stood and walked across the room into the bathroom on the far side of the hallway. After some searching she found some alcohol swabs, an Ace bandage, some cotton swabs and a couple of Band aids. She carried all of her supplies back into the living room and propped herself back onto the armchair, dumping the items onto the small table that separated the chair and the ouch. "I think this is going to hurt. And you should probably remove your shirt."

She helped him get his shirt off and it could tell it was a painful process by the way he bit his lips. She hadn't noticed his lips before now, they were dark and full, and- Well, they were nice. It took every ounce of her self control not to stare at the scar that ran along the right side of his chest. She knew what is was from, it was during on of his fights. Whatever he was fighting has slashed him, ad thrown him against the chain link wall that separated the fight from the crowd. It was lucky that she had already seen his chest, otherwise she couldn't have helped gaping. Quinn was an attractive man, no one could deny that.

"Don't you worry about hurting me. I'm sure I can take it."

She nodded and braced herself, hoping he wouldn't react when the alcohol came in contact with the wound. She lowered the pad and placed it softly about an inch from the cut, cleaning the are around it. It looked much less menacing once it was a little cleaner. She hesitated slightly before pressing a clean pad onto the actual gash, and Quinn gasped a little. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just burns a little."

She pulled the pad off and stuck a band aid over it. "Do you want to put the bandage over it?"

"Ah, no. My bones will heal faster than that nasty cut. My jaw is already setting back into place."

"He got you good didn't he."

"Oh yeah, don't tell my sister though. I will never hear the end of it." Alison was about to tell him exactly what she thought of his sister when there was a knock on the door. Alison glanced at the clock, it one thirty. "Who the hell...?"

Alison could hear movement upstairs and not a second later Michael came barreling down the staircase. He glanced through the peephole and sighed. He pulled open the door and said, "Fine, fine yes. Just come in."

A vampire entered with short black hair, he had asian features and Alison recognized him at once. He was with the Las Vegas vampires, and if she remembered correctly, his name was Jonathan. He glanced around the house, turning to Michael. "Thank you, now if you don't mind I need some time alone with the Tiger and the woman."

"Fine, but you just remember, I will be in earshot. No one is to come to harm under my roof."

The vampire nodded. "Fair enough." And Michael turned and left, leaving the three of them alone. Jonathan entered the small living room and stared down at Quinn. "Did you honestly think we wouldn't find you hear."

"No, but I thought it was worth a try."

"You cannot just waltz into vampire territory and not expect consequences," Alison glanced back and forth between the two supes. She could sense something terrible was going to happen, very very soon. "And you cannot take what belongs to the King. This woman is his."

"I am nobodys!" She piped up, and Quinn gave her a warning look. She ignored it and walked toward Jonathan. She looked him square in the eye and was surprised to see his eyes drop as if he was sleeping. Almost instinctively, she knew what to do. "Now, you're going to waltz right out of here and forget you saw us. Tell the Eric that Michael said we were here, but Quinn went back to Memphis with his sister and I am on my way back to Vegas."

Michael had been listening at the top of the stairs and ran down once he heard what she had said. "I rescind you invitation."

Jonathan, still i his daze, back out of the room and out the front door. Seconds later they heard what sounded like a motorcycle, and then quiet.

Alison gulped, unsure of what had just happened. But Quinn was gaping at her, and Michael was nearly mimicking his expression.

"What the hell was that?" She said, turning to Quinn.

"Girlie, I believe you just glamoured a vampire."

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit is right," Michael said. "You two better get out of here. I'll take care of Frannie until thing settle down. It's not safe for you two here anymore, not once the other vampires realize what she can do."

Alison nodded, and Quinn grabbed her by the arm.

"Go upstairs and grab your bag."

"Do you have a plan?"

"No, but I know someone who will help us."