Damon stood with his arms wrapped around Alison, kissing her gently. The area surrounding them was odd somehow though. It was brown. Brown grass, and trees without much color at all. He pulled her close and they stood wrapped tightly, no longer kissing. Three small brown doves sat in the trees them, making Damon nervous. He wasn't sure why three small birds would make him nervous, but they did. He felt as though they were being watched. He looked up and Alison followed his gaze. The dves stared back and Damon gasped as he realized their eyes were blood red. The red-eyed birds dove with a horrendous squawk straight for him and Alison. Alison squealed in fear and Damon jumped between her and the evil birds, but they didn't stop. They attacked first him, then Alison, leaving them both bleeding. One bit at his neck and he yelped in pain. Alison screamed out and he hit one bird away with his fist.

"AAAH!" Damon screamed as he sat up in bed. His hand immediately flew to the bite mark of the bird, but came away clean. He sighed in relief and wiped the sweat he was drenched in from his face. Even though it had just been a dream, he was worried about Alison and got up to go check on her. Damon opened the door to his apartment and began walking to the one next door he had rented just for Alison, but was distracted when he heard voices whispering from the room across the hall. The door was cracked and that seemed like an open invitation to him. He thought he was the only rented form here at the time, so it seemed only right for him to know who he was living with. Three young girls in medieval looking dresses and uncombed hair stood in the room. Their make-up was gothic and dark, but their clothes contrastingly were browns and white. Damon slid behind an old couch and listened to what they were saying.

"But, Clarissa, we don't have enough evidence. If we tell him only what we've found he'll be the one hunting us instead of us hunting them." The red head said to the blonde.

"Yes Marretta, but if we don't tell him something soon, we'll be dead." The blonde hissed back.

"Please, stop it, both of you. We won't be reporting anything right now. We haven't finished our mission: to eliminate these horrible creatures." One with black hair said

"Yes, Patricia." The other girls said in unison. It was now obvious to Damon who ran things around here. Apparently this Patricia girl was in charge of some hunting team. But, hunting what? And for who?

"But, I still think we ought to find some way to…make it interesting." The red head, apparently Marretta said as she flopped onto the dusty old couch Damon was hiding behind. Dust flew into the air everywhere around Damon. His nose tickled and burned as he dust settled. He scrubbed furiously to fight back the soon coming sneeze, looking for an exit, but the Blonde, Clarissa now blocked the exit. It seemed capture was unavoidable for Damon as his control weakened and he gasped back on the sneeze.

"What was that?" Patricia hissed. Clarissa turned to check around the room and Damon darted out. As soon as he was the hall though, the desperate itch in his nose won, and, quite loudly, he sneezed. The door he had just come out of flew open and Patricia stuck her head out.

"Who are you?" She asked. Damon put on his most charming smile.

"Hello, I'm Damon. And you are…" He introduced himself, offering his hand. She just looked at it.

"Very busy. Why are you wandering the halls in front of my room so late?" She questioned. Smile not working, he sniffed is best sniffle, using his sneeze to his advantage.

"I was going to borrow some cold medicine from the girl next door." He explained, pretending to cough, "Why is it your business to know?"

"Because you're sneezing in front of my room." She said plainly, without a smile. He just grinned at her, not totally giving up on charm.

"Well terribly sorry my cold has disturbed you, miss. Perhaps you would be so kind as to let me leave and get something to take to quiet that sneezing and allow you to return to your rest." He saw that she saw right through the sarcasm in his voice and he hurried up to Alison's room without looking back