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"Well Blaise Harman," he mocked her. "If you aren't committed to helping us, then why did you come?"

"I wouldn't have," she shot back. "But unfortunately my cousin—sympathetic beyond reason—wanted me to. It seems she got herself caught in with the little group that went exploring in dangerous waters, and begged me to help out you two. So I did. End of story."

Delos found himself wanting to say something not quite nice to her, so instead he turned to the last of their little group. He had auburn colored hair and brown eyes…he looked startlingly familiar, and it only took Delos a second to place him.

"Miles Neely, nice to see you again."

Jez's Point of View

Jez Redfern paced up and down her room, her body full of pent up energy that she longed to ward away, preferably with either a motorcycle or a good long fight…

"Morgead!" She called out at the top of her lungs, her voice turning a little shrill towards the end. His room was right next to hers, and the walls weren't completely sound proof. It took him exactly 2.7 seconds to come—his eyes were wide with concern and his shirt looked crumpled and crooked. It almost made Jez want to kiss him instead of fight him, but then there was time for that later.

"What's the matter? You're not hurt…" he said, looking confused, and then comprehension dawned. "Aww, not again. What do you want this time?"

"Nothing much," she said innocently. "Let's fight."

"What, now?"

"Yes, now." She insisted; they hadn't had a serious fight in what seemed like forever, and she missed that. As much as she hated to admit it, Morgead was good. Really good. It took concentration and power to beat him, something that couldn't be said for most vampires that went up against her.

"But Jez," Morgead complained slowly. "It's four o clock in the morning. I was actually kind of doing something at the moment—it's called sleeping. You should try it sometime."

She scowled and didn't even justify his whining with a reply. Instead, she threw him his favorite fighting stick from her customized wall and took one down for herself. And then she rushed him. Morgead was expecting it, of course, and swiftly blocked her attack. And then they were off.

It was like some great, complicated dance, with Jez turning and twirling, ducking and weaving, and spinning and sliding while Morgead expertly countered every move she made. Jez took one out of body moment to just admire the look and feel of it, which was, of course, a mistake. The one ounce less of concentration was enough for Morgead to smoothly counter her attack and knock the wooden stick out of her hand while almost simultaneously coming back up with his stick to whap her on the arm. Hard. Little red dots swarmed her vision, and she had to grit her teeth to stop from crying out with the pain.

"Jez—," she looked up to see Morgead's shimmering green eyes projecting concern.

She cut him off with a fiery look that said, 'Don't you dare.'

He let out a sigh but the look vanished the next second and he brandished the stick at her, trying to trap her into the corner behind her. She let him think that she was trying—and failing—to calculate a way out and gave him a look of guarded frustration. And then, when he was close enough, she kicked up—jamming her left foot into his stick, which pounded straight into his stomach. He stumbled backwards slightly and she took the opportunity to slide in-between his legs and retrieve her stick. Then, in a spark of inspiration, she decided to break the norm and jumped on his back with her stick. She banged him on the head a couple times until he staggered and fell to the floor, and she had just raised her stick to give him the winning bang when her door flew open.

"Oh," the mousy brown haired girl Jez had come to know as Sarah Strange stood, slightly shocked, at the doorway. "Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to interrupt."

Jez felt her cheeks color and she quickly scrambled off of Morgead. "Oh, no. It's fine. Is there something wrong?"

"I—I don't know. But I was asleep just now…and I had the strangest dream. I saw Hannah and Maggie again…and in the same room I also saw a man. He didn't look like you exactly…but he had the same sort of, oh I don't know, feel about him. He was older than you by a lot, though. You don't happen to have a dad or an uncle do you?

"Uncle Bracken?" She heard herself ask, confused.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't know."

"Uncle Bracken's been kidnapped?" The words felt strange to her, but what was even stranger were the words Sarah said back.

"Again…I don't know. But, well, it didn't exactly seem like he was there…involuntarily. Of course, that doesn't mean anything." Sarah hastened to assure her as she saw the look in Jez's eyes. "But all I know is what I saw, and I just wanted to tell you just in case you needed to know."

With much effort she managed to control her voice so that it didn't so much as shake when she replied with a tense, "Thank you, Sarah. I'll see to the matter immediately."

The girl retreated and the door banged shut. Jez went to her nightstand—fight forgotten—and began piling necessities, like a silver knife, a wooden knife, and a regular old knife just for fun, into a bag.

"What are you doing?" Morgead came over to her.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Okay fine, let's just ignore what Thierry said about not leaving the center…"

She rolled her eyes, impatiently. "You're not the one being forced inside here."

"Well, then that's probably because I'm not the one with the all-consuming powers."

"No, you only act like you are."

She finished packing and headed toward her door before placing one hand on her hip and half turning back to Morgead. "Now, are you in?"

He sighed and muttered something under his breath that sounded strangely like an insult, but reluctantly nodded and followed her out.

Jez clapped.

"Good."

Halfway to the door Morgead noticed an obvious problem. "Jez—how are we going to get from here all the way to San Francisco on foot?"

Jez didn't even take the time to pause. Instead, she shook out her long, fiery red hair and unpocketed a silver cell phone.

"I don't know about you," she said. "But I think it's about time for a little gang reunion."

There you go, the first of Jez's chapters. Personally, Jez and Morgead are one of my favorite couples in the Night World series. What's yours? Tell me in the comments, or just leave your opinions about the story, thoughts, and etc. Thank you, as always, for reading!