I have been slacking with this story, but fret not my pretties, It's not over. I LOVE Alison, and I'm not ready to give up on her just yet. So, keep reviewing, and your words of encouragement will help me write more. Thanks for sticking with me!

They went almost two days believing that they had outrun the vampires, but on the third night, they were proven very, very wrong.

There was a faint knock on the door and Quinn turned off the television, Alison was staring wide eyed at the door. "Who's there?" He said, looking through the peep hole.

"Just open the door Tiger, I don't have time for games."

Victor. Shit.

He turned to Alison and motioned to the back room mouthing, 'go.' She nodded no and he clenched his jaw and pointed his finger. 'go and climb out the window.' She sighed and moved slowly towards the back room, pulling the window open, she climbed out and looked to the left too see Victors car waiting, she inched around the side of the of the townhouse and onto the street. Alison imagined that Victor would probably realize she wasn't there at the moment, but had been. He would probably catch her before she got to the car, but it was worth a try, right?

She pulled the keys from the carabiner on her jeans and unlocked the car, sliding in she started it and put it in drive.

"Alison, turn off the car." Said a heavily accented voice from the backseat, Alison nearly jumped out of her skin.

"You scared me half to death, Mr. De Castro."

"Please, Call me Felipe. I am not here to hurt you, just to inquire about your... talents."

"I don't know what your talking about."

"Yes, you do. Now let's go back inside, get your Tiger friend and we will go find more suitable accommodations for you."

"I don't need your, accommodations. I'm fine where I am."

"Oh, I see you have become attached to him. How unfortunate."

"Why is that unfortunate?" She asked, turning her whole body around in the seat. He was staring at her with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye, and Alison stared at him a little too long, and then she felt drowsy.

Look down, Alison, She told herself. She took a deep breath and, with great effort, dragged her eyes down to stare at the black interior of the car. She traced the crack in the leather that ran from the drivers side all the way to the middle. It was there from too many make out sessions, all of Jake's dates wanting to scoot closer to him. "Well, that is impressive." Felipe said, and she stole a glance at his face too see him smiling widely. "You know, we always knew there would be ones who were different. Humans that were more than just bags of blood. You are a very interesting specimen, and I am intrigued by your power," He paused, and Alison looked up again. "There is a difference between you and Ms. Stackhouse, but I can't put my finger on it. She cannot be glamoured at all, while you... you seem to be able to resist it."

"A witch, it's just a block."

"No, it's more than that, I can feel it." He sighed. "If only I could taste you," And at that, he leaned forward until the hair on her neck was standing up. She was breathing heavily, but not for the obvious reason. Something about this vampire just, made her weak in the knees. She was disgusted by him, sure, but... he just seemed, different. She stared out the back window as he leaned closer, and closer, and when she felt his fangs graze her neck, there was a bang on the window, and then someone grabbed her arm and was pulling her from the car.

It was Quinn, and he looked pissed. He threw her down onto the patch of grass and before Alison could blink, Felipe was out of the car and standing in front of Quinn, who from what Alison could see, was seething. "Listen, De Castro, I won't let you have her."

The vampire laughed. "I don't think thats up too you."

"Quinn, calm down." Alison said, standing and wiping off her jeans. She didn't exactly take kindly too being thrown around like a rag doll. "Nobody is letting anyone have me. I am not an object. Felipe, I appreciate the offer but I am fine staying with Quinn for now. I don't believe my services are relevant to any problem you are having, mostly because you don't know what services I offer. If you don't mind, I would like to go home, back to Vegas. And I want too take Quinn with me."

The tiger turned around and looked at her surprised. "Well, It's not like you have any where else to go. Right?"

"Well, I mean, I could go-"

Felipe cut him off. "That sounds about right. That way, we would be able to keep an eye on the cat. Good thinking, Miss Purifoy."

"Thats not exactly why," She stopped. "Nevermind. Now, please, just leave me alone."

"I am afraid that just cannot be. I am sorry, but you just know too much. Now, if you don't mind, I must be on my way. Miss Purifoy, I will send a representative of mine to your apartment within the week to make sure you have everything you need, and that you arrived unharmed. Quinn, you are not to leave the confines of Nevada. I will find you, you know that." He smiled. His fangs were out, and Alison shuddered slightly. "Good evening."

And then he was gone.

Quinn looked behind him, sending Alison a dark look, and then stalked off towards the house.

Shit.

She followed him, running slightly to keep up with his brisk pace. "Quinn, what's wrong? I didn't do anything. I don't even know what is going on, or what I know, or why he is so obsesse-"

Quinn turned around, and she stopped talking. "Stop it, Alison. You are not stupid, so stop playing the whole 'I dont know why I'm so special' thing. You sound like an idiot. Did you ever think that maybe I had a life to go back to? And I can't just follow you back to Vegas to play house?"

Tears stung her eyes, and she gritted her teeth. She was about to open her mouth and retort when they both heard a clunker of a car pull into the drive way. Jeremy. God, this kid was just one fucking nuisance after another.

"Hey Quinn. How are things?" He said, in a mock friendly voice. He gave Alison the once over and smiled appreciatively. Quinn looked towards him and slapped him across the head.

"Get in the house."

"But I have-"

"Just get in the goddamn house, Jeremy." He followed instructions and walked to the house, pushing the door open. Quinn followed, but Alison stayed put. "Come on." He said softly, turning around in the doorway.

"Okay, but only to get my things."

"What?"

"I'm leaving. You don't have to come with me, you know you can run from Felipe, or make a deal. I can't. I'm stuck. So I'm going home, back to my job, back to Vegas. Have fun playing cowboys and indians with the fucking vampires."

And she stormed past him into the house, down the hallway and into the back room. She collected her things and shoved them into her duffel bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she sauntered out of the house. Quinn followed her all the way to the car. "Alison, it's a ten hour drive. Just wait, I'll drive back with you an-"

"Don't waste your breathe. I'll stop in Flagstaff. Call your sister, I'm sure she's worried." She threw the duffel bag into the backseat through the open window and opened the passenger side door, sliding over. "See you around, Quinn."

And she turned the keys in the ignition, slammed her foot on the gas, and peeled away from the small townhouse.

Five hours and many Carly Simon songs later, Alison pulled up to a small motel on the outskirts of Flagstaff. It was around midnight, and there was only an old man in the office, he was watching MASH reruns on an ancient television set. Slapping it every few minutes because of the shitty reception.

"Can I have a room for the night."

"Sure, Darling. Where are you headed?"

"Home."

He smiled, handing her the key to room nine. "Well, that's nice. There is a diner next door if you wanna get something for breakfast. Sleep well."

"Thanks." She said, and pushed the glass door open, walking back to her car. She drove around the the back of the long building, and found room nine within a few seconds. Pulling her bag from the back, she hauled it to the door and unlocked it with the key. She closed the door and locked both locks, just for good measure. Throwing the bag on the bed, she walked straight to the bathroom for a shower.

When she finally exited the bathroom, she felt a thousand times better. Tomorrow, she would be home and safe in her own bed, she could call her mom and feed her cat and get back into the normal swing of things. There was a loud knock on the door.

Or not.

She pulled on her sweatpants and a pullover sweatshirt and pulled the door open. Oh shit.

Johnny.

He grabbed her by her hair and flung her across the room. She slammed into the nightstand hard, and felt all the blood rush to her face. He was pacing back and forth nervously, and she could see he had a bandage above his right eye. "You stupid, stupid bitch. You know you Can't just work for them, right? And your brother. He really needs to make up his mind." He stopped to stare at her. She had her hand over her eye, which was bleeding quite profusely. "And Quinn, who knew, right? I mean, how was I supposed to kno-"

"Shut the fuck up." Alison said softly, though he kept talking. So she opted for screaming. "SHUT UP YOU FUCKING PSYCHO." He stopped and turned to stare at her. "What happened to my brother?"

"He ran off." Johnny said with a shrug. And then someone bust through the door and Johnny was on the floor, and then he was shifting into a magnificent Lion. Alison wondered how she would explain all the damage to the old man. And then she passed out.