Personally, I think this chapter sort of sucked. If you think so too, leave me a review and tell me why? I just can't put my finger on it. At least it worked to move to story along. The next wil be better, promise! Enjoy!

"Alison, wake up." She rolled over, opening her eyes. Quinn's smiling face was an inch from hers. She gasped slightly, surprised. "Time to go, Santa Fe is only about four hours from here. If we leave now we can be there by ten."

"What time is it?" She said, sitting up and running a hand through her hair.

"Six O'clock." She fell back down, burying her head in the pillow. Quinn laughed. "Well, five thirty. I thought you might want to take a shower."

She opened one eye. Shower. A shower sounded nice, even one at five thirty in the morning. An hour she had only seen coming home from work, an hour that she was usually going to sleep not waking up. She grudgingly rose from the bed. "I'll be out in a minute." She said, and disappeared into the bathroom. Ten minutes later she exited the shower, wrapping a clean towel around her wet form. She wasn't dirty, and all the glass was out of her hair. She pulled a hairbrush from the duffel bag and ran it though her hair, shaking it with another towel to dry it. She opened the door to let the steam out and turned to see Quinn sitting on the bed, looking into the bathroom.

"Almost finished?"

"Yeah. I just need to get dressed, brush my teeth that sort of thing."

"Alright, take your time." He said, and while she brushed her teeth, he pretended not to be staring into the bathroom every thirty seconds. Alison saw him, and attributed it to the fact that she was an attractive woman and that she was wearing nothing but her undergarments. She figured he had seen enough women in their bra's too be an adult about the situation. "Allison?" He said, she was searching through duffel bag for a sundress. She figured it would be the easiest thing to wear in the car.

"Yeah?" She said, turning around, and jumping about two inches off the ground. Quinn, once again, was a lot closer to her than she had guessed. He was leaning into the bathroom, arms holding the side of the door frame. His face was about two inches from hers. "What the- Would you stop doing that! I mean, come on, I'm practicall-" But he had grabbed her and spun her around, clamping a hand over her mouth. She attempted to wriggle free, and Quinn held her tighter.

Then she heard it.

It was a faint hiss, and then there was a knock on the door. "Housekeeping." Said the voice from the other side, in an accent she didn't recognize.

Quinn's mouth was practically on top of her ear. He was breathing heavily, from the danger or, because she was in her underwear and pressed against him so tight that the space in between them was airtight, she wasn't sure. "That's. Not. Housekeeping." He said in a strained whisper. She shook her head no. "Do not make a sound," He said, so quietly she couldn't imagine how she had actually heard him. She nodded and he released her, lifting his hand away from her mouth and trailing it down her stomach, stopping above where the lace on her underwear started. He flattened out his palm and let his lips flutter against her neck.

She gulped slightly, her brain attempting to cope with the many sensations and emotions. Lust, danger, fear, lust...

Pain. Intense pain that started in her toes and moved all the way up to the spot where Quinn kissed her neck, and then to her brain. She let out a strangled yelp and fell to the floor, She saw Quinn in a room with a man, who was wearing a cape. She couldn't see his face, but punched Quinn in the ribs, he went to shift and couldn't. Only his hands turned to paws and he sprouted whiskers. The man hit him again, it was then she noticed to chains. The tiger was shackled to the wall. He hung limp after the second blow.

And then, Alison was thrust back into her body. She could only feel the cold linoleum against her skin. Quinn was kneeling over her looking worried and furious, and scared. "Are you okay? I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" She said, sitting up and pushing her hair back out of her face.

"Well as soon as I, you..."

"It had nothing to do with that. My brain just went into overdrive, and that's what happens."

He was quiet. "We gotta get out of here, whatever was at the door was not nice. And I have a feeling it felt your magic and fled."

"My magic?"

"Well, the energy you exude when you have a vision is overwhelming. I felt it, and I'm sure any other supes around here did too."

He helped her up and she slipped on the sundress that was sitting on top of her bag. Quinn zipped it closed while she put on her sneakers, and they breezed out of the hotel like they were never even there. Quinn took the first shift driving, and Alison was thankful. Her head was pounding and she was analyzing every detail of her vision. Who was the man holding Quinn? And why couldn't he shift? The cape had reminded her of De Castro, and she wondered if he was the man in her vision. But somehow, she knew it wasn't him. She couldn't see even De Castro being full of the malice and pure joy at another's suffering she had felt from the caped man.

This was something worse than a vampire. Way worse.

"What did you see?" Quinn asked. His voice, nothing but a whisper, was full of fear though she didn't know why.

She was silent for a moment, and she looked at him. "Why do you sound so scared?"

"Because while you were thrashing, you started crying and saying my name over and over again."

She had known she was crying. Alison had felt the tears slip down past her chin while she got dressed. That had never happened during a vision, she didn't know if she had ever spoken, but she imagined that was also a first. "I saw you shackled to a wall while someone in a cape tortured you."

"A cape? Do you think..." He trailed off.

"No, not De Castro. Worse."

"Worse than a crazy, sadistic, casino loving vamp? I better watch my back." He said and broke out into a grin.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because I can take care of myself, just forget about it. Let's just take this one day at a time, Plus, I haven't warned you about Jeremy."

"Jeremy is the one you saved from the elves?"

"Yeah, he's a little... strange."

"Strange how?" Alison was getting real sick of all these 'strange' people.

"You know what larping is?"

"Yeah." Live action role playing. She had dated a kid in junior high who loved that stuff and tried to make her his princess. She had none of it, of course.

"He's one of those kids. The whole reason he needed saving from the elves is because of this game, World of witches or something, he got too involved and it just wasn't enough for him. He went looking for the real thing."

"And he found it?"

"In abundance. Anyway, he's kind of creepy around girls. He always tried to get with Frannie, but lord knows I would never let that happen."

"Are you trying to say he might offend me in some way? Quinn, I'm no southern belle. I grew up in Vegas."

He smiled. "I thought you might say something like that."

They were silent for a minute while Alison fiddled with the radio. She scraped up some courage and opened her mouth before her brain could intervene.

"Can I ask why you practically felt me up while whatever it was was at the door?"

Quinn's dark features blushed a little. "I just got... overwhelmed. You were there and so close to me, and it's uh, it's been a while."

"Oh." She said, disappointed. Though she wasn't exactly sure what she was hoping for.

They took turns driving the four hours and arrived around ten forty five. Alison followed Quinn to the front door of a small townhouse and knocked. They heard a bit if rustling, and when the door finally opened, Alison was staring at a slightly small, cute, twenty something guy. He looked normal enough. But she only got one glance before the door slammed shut again.

Quinn seemed to be expecting this. He knocked again. "Jeremy, open the door."

"Who's the girl?" Came a muffled yell from inside.

"Alison. She's a shot girl from Vegas." The door opened and he ushered them inside. His eyes took in Alison, she was too busy to notice, however, because she was glancing around the room. It seemed every inch was covered in some poster, or shelves lined with action figures. G4 was on the television and there were two computers. Two that she could see, anyway.

"What do you want, Quinn?" He asked, his voice acidic. Alison was annoyed already.

"We need a place to stay. You owe me a favor, so we're staying here."

"Oh no you're not. There is no room."

"Jeremy, I saved you from the elves merely out of pity- I'll throw you back to them without remorse."

His eyes widened, then he softened. "Stay as long as you like, just stay out of my way."

"Thanks, little buddy." Quinn said, scratching the boys head, his voice reeking with sarcasm.

"I'm not your little buddy." He said, through gritted teeth. "And your girlfriend isn't that hot, not as hot as your sister, anyway."

Quinn growled slightly. "Shutup you little twerp, now beat it."

"What do you mean, this is my house!"

"And I'm using it, go find some place to stay."

Jeremy narrowed his eyes and grabbed his car keys. "Fine, but I'm coming back tomorrow to make sure you didn't ruin anything."

He opened the door and left, Alison yelled after him. "And just for the record, I'm not his girlfriend!"