Me: Hey guys. Again….so so SO very sorry for the late update. I wrote this when I was out in the Monte, aka, the Boonies so there was no internet service in a twenty mile radius. So consider this as a late Christmas update.

Zoey: (Still as a cat) Meow memeow mew meowmeow? (Can someone PLEASE turn me back?)

Me: What did she say?

Dren: Like I said I don't know. I don't speak cat.

Me: If I remembered right from the series, I think someone has to kiss her to change back to human.

Dren: (Evil smile on his face) Ooohh kitty cat!

Zoey: (Stress lines and sweat drops appear) Meowmeow (Uh-Oh!) (Runs away and Dren follows)

Me: (Watches them go in circles around several pieces of furniture) Ooooo…kay. I might as well do this alone: I don't own TMM, MMP, and/or Twilight. (Continues to watch Zoey and Dren) I wonder how long this is going to last? (Grabs a bowl of popcorn and pepsi). Enjoy the show!

Where we last off

After a crushing grip contest, Aidan let go of his hand and began to ask, "All right. I'm going to be blunt." He pointed a finger at Sardon. "What's your relationship with my cute sister?"

"Wow. When he said blunt, he wasn't kidding." whispered Dren to Zoey as the rest watched from the sidelines. Zoey nodded her head as an agreement.

Sardon didn't hesitate in his answer. "Simple," he wrapped a protective arm around Bridget's waist and pulled her close to his side, "I'm her boyfriend."

Bridget felt her face grow hot when Sardon wrapped his arm around her and then go up to crimson when he said boyfriend. She knew that her face must look like a tomato. She snuck a peek at her brother and noticed his frozen expression. "Uhh, Aidan?"

Kiki walked over to where Aidan was frozen. She poked his cheek, waved her hand in front of his face and she even stretched her eyes and mouth to make a silly face, but to no avail. "I think you guys broke him," she said to the group, pointing her thumb towards him.

Corina put down her tea and walked over to the frozen man, measuring him up and down. "I vote for decorating him like a Christmas tree and putting him out front."

"Corina!" Both Zoey and Bridget exclaimed.

"What?" she questioned nonchalantly.

"I don't want to go home with Christmas tree for a brother," Bridget flailed her arms as she defended her brother from being possibly bamboozled. "Besides, that's just plain rude."

Zoey nodded her head while explaining ,"Yeah, I have to agree with Bridget on this being wrong."

"Thank you Zoey." She sighed.

"The tree image wouldn't look right." She put her hand to her chin to think for a minute before bringing it down to her other hand. "I say we dress him up as an elf."

"Zoey! Not you too," Bridget cried.

Dren noticed that Brontes just about had enough of this. He walked over to the counter, ignoring Dren's constant gaze, grabbed a glass of ice water, walked back to where Aidan was still frozen and dumped the contents on the man's head. Dren just about hollered with laughter as he watched Aidan yelped from the cold and wet contact with the water. This brought the attention back to the man who as coughing and spurting from the water.

Aidan, who had has throat cleared, began to rant. "I don't believe a word of it. There is now way my cute baby sister is even involved with a guy that is clearly older than her by seven years!"

All eyes turned towards said couple. "You're seven years older?" Bridget questioned curiously.

Sardon shook his head. "Nope. I'm only twenty-one years old." He was scratched his chin before turning towards Bridget. "That's about three or four years older than you I think."

"Four years," Bridget nodded.

"That doesn't bother you…does it?" Sardon questioned carefully.

"Not in the least." She said without hesitation. "I had suspected you were a few years older and even at that, I mainly think about what kind of man you are," she slipped her hand into his, "Not at what age you are." Sardon let a small smile spread on his face as he turned his hand into hers and squeezed gently.

"Well, that's really not that far a gap," Roxanne waved her hand back and forth. "Our parents gap is large than theirs and so is grandparents and so forth." She gestured towards herself and Brontes who returned to her side.

That of course got Zoey and Kiki wondering how old were their now-boyfriends. Zoey asked first, "SOOooo, Dren, how old are you exactly?"

"Hmmm, I'm about one year older than you, kitten, so I'm eighteen" he answered and then pointed a finger towards Tarb, "And the little guy is one year younger than your monkey friend so, about fourteen."

Tarb in questioned face turned a slight red and muttered a "Shut up!" before crossing his arms and turning the other way. Kiki just laughed at the reaction.

On the other side of the group, Aidan sweat-dropped at how quickly the forgot about him. "What am I, chop suey?" he angrily ranted. All eyes turned back to him. Just that moment Elliot and Wesley came into the room.

"Hey guys. Why are you still here?" Elliot questioned. He noted that there was another guy in the room but quickly dismissed it. "We're just about to close the café so you might want head home now."

Zoey checked her cell phone to see the time. "Guys, I have to head out. My parents are going to wonder where I'm at if they called the house and I'm not there."

The group murmured in approval, deciding that they should head home as well.

"Hey, where are we going to stay for the time being?" Roxanne questioned. Brontes nodded in agreement with his sister.

"Oh, you can stay at my place." Zoey offered. "My parent are out and won't be back for the next couple of weeks."

"Then can I stay with you, kitty cat?" Dren asked.

Sardon whacked Dren in the back of his head. "No. You're staying with us, idiot."

Dren rubbed the sore spot on his head gingerly. "Well, I had to try. How about I walk you home instead?" he directed back to Zoey.

"I would like that." Zoey laughed.

"I might as well head out too." Bridget untied her apron and hung around her arm. "I have a swim meet and a choir concert coming up so I need to arrange a couple of things."

"I will see you home." Both Sardon and Aidan said. They both glared at each other for a long while. Bridget just sighed and shook her head. This is going to be a while. She thought.

Kiki grabbed Tarb by his arm. "Will you walk me home, Taru-Taru?" she asked cheerfully.

Tarb blushed a color that rivaled a tomato skin. He ducked his head and muttered, "Sure." before Kiki drug him off.

The others began to dissipate as they headed towards the locker rooms to leave for the night, leaving Elliot and Wesley alone in the quiet café room.

"Do you really think that it's such a good idea for them to not know their new powers?" Wesley asked with concern in his voice. "I mean maybe if they were aware at what kind of power they have now…"he trailed off.

"If I explained to the girls now about how their suppose to reach a certain level in strength to unlock their new source of power that we put into their lockets, it would only confuse them." Elliot answered seldomly, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He turned to walk out the room. "It would be for the best if they reached that level on their own."

"Then what about Zoey? Shouldn't she have the right to know what her connection is to this new prophecy that we decoded?"

Elliot stilled at this. He kept his back turned as he answered. "I don't want to cause any unnecessary panic to her. The aliens haven't figured out that she's her yet." Elliot continued to walk out. "And I intend to keep it that way."

All Wesley could do was watch Elliot go. He knew that Elliot still had feelings for the lively red-head, but kept them under lock and key. I hope you're right, Elliot. Wesley walked to the entrance of the café and locked the latch doors. Otherwise, if Zoey found out about this, she would be a target for the aliens again, and this time it's not going to be someone close to her. It's going to be her!

"Well, I could definitely like this place for a while."

Zoey closed the front door behind as she heard both Roxanne and Brontes walk around her house. She took her shoes and hung coat on the rack by the door. "I'm ordering pizza for tonight. Do you guys have a preference?"

"I will eat whatever and so will Brontes," called Roxanne from the living room. "We'll eat what you eat."

Zoey placed in an order for a pepperoni pizza and a hawaiian pizza. Once the order was done, she made her way to the living, finding Roxanne sitting on couch looking at all the pictures on the walls. She assumed that Brontes was around…somewhere. Zoey sat down beside her and said, "The pizza will be here in about twenty minutes. I have some extra clothing for you to wear until we find a way to send you home and you can sleep in my room and your brother in the guest room and he could use my dad's old clothing."

"Thanks. That would be appreciated." Roxanne smiled as she continued look at the family pictures that kind of reminded her of her own family.

Zoey noticed the nostalgic look on Roxanne's face. She's missing her own family, she thought. "Hey Roxanne.."

"Just call me Rox," she cut off gently. "It's shorter."

"Okay! So how big is your family? The way you talked at the café, it seemed like you have a pretty big one."

Rox whistled. "How big? Well it depends. To me and Brontes, we have two uncles, two aunts and two sets of grandparents on our mother's side and we have numerous of aunts and uncles on our father's side."

Zoey nodded. "It must be pretty interesting when you have a family party."

"You don't know the half of it," Rox murmured. "So my turn for a question."

"Sure."

"Why do you and your friends have animal ears and costumes on when we were fighting that," she waved a hand around, "thing, whatever you want to call it?"

Zoey put a finger to her chin, "Well, me and the others are part of this group called the Mew project where our DNA was fused with animal DNA and what we fought out in the field was called a Predasite, the enemy's main weapon."

"Sounds like the movies The Fly and Predators with an upgraded." Rox commented. "But that still doesn't answer the other half of my question though."

"I was getting to that. Anyways, when Elliot got us together, he explained that we were chosen to save the Earth from aliens who were planning taking over the world and wiping out the human race. They called themselves the Cyniclons so it saved us from using the clichéd term alien."

"I see your point there. I'm going out on a limb here, but by any chance did these Cyniclons have pale skin, long pointy ears and levitate in air?"

"Yep." Zoey confirmed. "How did you know?"

"Call it guess when we saw them out in the field. So the Cyniclons that were on our side and were working with us were…?"

"Oh, those are the guys that were trying to take over the Earth about two years back." Zoey went over to the kitchen and Rox followed her.

"So what happened to make those guys turn bad to good? Did they fall in love with you or something?" Rox asked sarcastically.

"Yep. That's about the size of it." Zoey opened the fridge to pull out a soda. "You want coke or root beer?"

"Coke," Rox answered. She grabbed the can from Zoey. "You know I was joking the last part right?"

"Yeah, I know." Zoey closed the fridge door and walked back to the living room. "I was serious on the last part too."

"So let me get this straight." Rox sat down next to Zoey again on the couch. "Your enemy fell in love with you while you were still fighting each other? Were there any others who fell in love with the enemies as well?"

"Yes and yes there are others. The Cyniclon guy with dark green hair, Dren," Rox nodded in understandment, "he kept trying to either kidnap me or trying to convince me that I should join his side because they were going to take over the Earth anyways and he wanted to save me."

"Wow!"

"And not's the worse of it. I was going out of the love of my life at the time and he happened to be the Cyniclon leader's reincarnation and found out later that he wanted the planet to himself and not to save his people from dying."

Rox was speechless until she drank her soda. "That….must have been hard for you."

Zoey shrugged. "Hey, I was sixteen. I just trying to get by high school, I didn't exactly volunteer myself to save the world and end up being caught in a love triangle between three boys."

Rox wondered who the third guy she referred to, but left it off as that. "So the whole animal thing and costumes are your transformation gear that came with these whole DNA merging thing?"

"Yep."

"So you guys are superheroes."

"I would like to think so."

"Awesome!" Rox gave Zoey, who laughed, a thumbs up.

"Thanks."

"So if you guys are merged with animal DNA, what animal do you have?" Rox questioned.

"I have the genes of an Iriomote cat and I'm the one wearing the pink dress and hair." Zoey answered cheerfully.

"Interesting. What about the others? What do they have?"

"Well, Corina, the girl with the stuck-up attitude, has the genes of the Blue Lorikeet.

"Ain't she the one that didn't help out whatsoever and sat there, drinking tea while you guys worked?"

"In less of a better word, yes. Bridget, she's the shy one and wears the glasses, she has the genes of the Black Finless Porpoise."

Rox scratched her head. "Isn't she the one that was standing next to Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Emotionless-unless-angered alien?"

"Sardon isn't that emotionless, especially now that he's with Bridget." Zoey offered.

"Oh, so their another enemy-superhero pairing, huh? And what about the little hyper girl and the tall model?"

"That would Kiki and Renee you're talking about. Kiki's the hyper one that was rolling around on the circus ball. She's got the Golden Lion Tamarin DNA and she's also has a Cyniclon boyfriend, Tarb.

"Oh yeah! I saw them together! Talk about cuteness to the max!"

"I know. They are make the cutest couple." They fell silent for a while before Zoey continued, "Anyway, Renee's the loner in the purple outfit and she has the Gray Wolf DNA in her so maybe you guys could be cousins."

Rox just laugh at this. "Maybe, but that would be possible through the animal kingdom." She took a drink of her coke. "I guess I should answer a couple of your questions now that you answered a couple of mine and gave me a good couple of ones."

Zoey gripped the can that was in her hand. "I didn't want to sound rude, but yeah sure. What did your brother mean when he said that your grandmother was pregnant when she was human?"

Rox scratched the back of her head. "It's a little complicated. You know how I told you guys that we're part werewolf-vampire hybrids, right?"

Zoey nodded.

"Well, we got the vampire trait from our grandparents on our mother's side. You see, when my grandfather, a vampire, married my grandmother, she was still human, so when they discovered that she was pregnant after their honeymoon morning, all hell turned loose." She downed her soda with one final gulp and placed the can gently on the coffee table.

"Wait, why was it so much trouble if your grandmother was pregnant while she was human? And wouldn't that make the baby half-vampire and half-human?" Zoey questioned.

"Well, because the baby was half-vampire, it caused the pregnancy to shorten from the usual nine months to three."

"You mean your grandmother gave birth under three months?" she exclaimed. Zoey had heard of prolonged pregnancies and babies who were born in under 7 months premature and they lived with healthy lives.

"Yeah. Took a toll on her body, but she survived, barely." Rox put her hands together under chin, leaning on her knees. "What's worse was that during the time, the vampire society's three monarchs were mainly targeting my grandfather's family because his family had an impressive amount of gifted vampires."

It wasn't hard for Zoey to put two and two together."You mean vampires with special talents like you?"

"Exactly. You know how I told you that I have the power of imitation through touch?" Zoey nodded. "Well, my mother can project images from her mind straight to your if she's within skin-to-skin contact. My grandfather can read minds while my grandmother can produce shield with just the simple push of her mind."

Zoey didn't hide the awe from her voice. "Wow!" she whispered. "Are there others in your family that have the gifts?"

"Only my Aunt Alice, who receives premonitions and Uncle Jasper who is an empath." She answered.

Zoey looked at her with confusion. Empath?

"It means someone who can feel emotions from other people and can send out his emotions. He's usually in the room when you want a cool blast of calmness or relaxation." Rox answered.

"Ah." Zoey nodded. "So basically your grandfather's family was targeted because of these powers?"

"Yes. You see, in the vampire society, our family is described as a coven and we hold more vampires who are gifted than any other covens in the world."

Zoey nodded her head in understandment. "I could see how much stress that would have put on your family."

"That wasn't the half of it. You see, my father was best friends with my grandmother at the time and he.."

"Woah! Hold up!" Zoey interrupted. "How was it that your father was friends with your grandmother? That had to be at least a huge age gap somewhere."

"Weeellll," Rox hesitated, scratching her chin. "There is an age gap, but promise not to freak out!" she pointed her finger towards Zoey.

"I cross my heart," she fingered an X across her hear, "and hope to die."

"Well, when my grandmother was pregnant, my father didn't exactly get along with my grandfather because they both held the same feelings towards my grandmother."

Zoey looked at Rox cross-eyed. "You mean, that your father loved your grandmother at one point?"

"Yep, So when my mother was born, the rest is history." Rox got up again to get another soda.

"Wait, wait wait." Zoey caught up with Rox as she opened the fridge door, "I don't get it. How did your father end up falling in love with your mother if he still had feelings for your grandmother?" That sent an involuntary shiver down Zoey's spine. That sounded a little better in her head.

Rox grabbed another coke and snapped the top open. "Well, there's a thing in our werewolf pack that is called imprinting. It's when the werewolf takes one look at a certain somebody and they….I don't know….imprint."

"I don't get it."

"I don't either. I've never experienced it so I can't tell you what it feels like, but from what my dad says when he imprinted on my mom, it's like falling in love at first sight, like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time." Rox drank a little of her soda before continuing. "When my mother was born, my father was right in the room where she was fed. They took one look at each other and from then on they became inseparable."

"You mean, your father fell in love with baby?"

"No, not in love. It rarely happens when the werewolf finds his imprint at a young age, but when it happens, the feeling is more dulled out, like the feeling of a loving brother watching over his baby sister."

"Okay," Zoey sighed with relief. "So when your mother got older, your father fell in love with her the right way?"

"Right." Rox answered. "And when mom and dad got married, they had me and Brontes," on cue, Brontes walked in and sat down in a loveseat right across from the girls, "about five months later and the rest is our history." She put down her coke and crossed her arms. "Is that about it?" she asked with a smile to her face.

Zoey nodded her head and smiled. "Yep that's about it." At that moment, the doorbell rang. "That ought to be the pizza." Zoey got up and walked to door. "I hope you don't mind that I ordered two pizzas."

"Nope that's fine." Rox called out. Yep. They were going to get along swimmingly.

Me: I hoped everybody enjoyed that. Sorry for any OOC's on anybody's part. (Turns to see a human Zoey) Oh, so you finally let Dren kiss you?

Zoey: (Glares at me) He caught me. I didn't let him.

Dren: That's not what you said when you were lip-locking with my mouth.

Zoey: (Blushes red until cat ears and tail pop out) I wasn't lip-locking.

Me: Honey, I've heard more lies from sister caught in a jujitsu body lock.

Zoey: Gah-you-he-that-…..ughhh! Readers please review so they get off my back and Juli could get started on another chapter!

Me: Yes, review please. Reviews are like the potions to my cauldron of fanfic imagination.