A/N: Well, hello! Welcome to the 2011 version of OFL! I hope everyone had a Happy New Year! I know myself and RoxyPony definitely did! Let's see, author's notes... I have to put Ronnie's hair back blonde, soon. I just can't imagine her any other way, it's just not right. I'm blonde, she has to be. Anyways, here's the next part- WE BROKE 100 REVIEWS! AGAIN! YOU GUYS. SERIOUSLY. I LOVE YOU! Keep them coming, puhhhlease?

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Steve stopped instantly, I saw his eyes squint into defensive- dangerous slits. The air around us was quiet, and I could only hear my own breath entering and exiting my body. I tried to focus my senses further, and stretch my boundaries. I could smell the blood as it flowed on the breeze,

"There's blood, let's go." I ordered, looking from side to side and then making my way into the ally.

"Is there anyone still here?" Steve asked in a hushed tone, his voice strictly business.

"Not anyone I can sense," I started, "but we know that's not very reliable." As we became closer and closer to the crimson substance that seemed to be calling out to us, the scents the intertwined with it became more and more familiar.

"That's it?" Steve spat, looking at the conscience man on the ground. The blood came from a large gash in his leg that seemed to be healed with- was that vampire spit?
"You sound disappointed," I sighed, rolling my eyes at my Vampaneze counterpart.

"Well, I was kind of excited." Steve grumbled, turning on his heel and walking out of the snow.

"I feel like I'm missing something..." I mumbled, staring down at the snow and following Steve back to our apartment. But I was missing something, I was missing my mentor, ex-lover and two best friends holding their breath around the corner.

Steve grunted, shoving a key into the lock of our apartment door. With an exasperated sigh, he pushed the door open as the lock gave its welcoming click open.

"I'm exhausted," I began as I started to take off my jacket and place it on the arm on the couch- Steve had other ideas. He walked over, a mischievous smirk was plastered on his expression as he leaned forward, nipping at my bottom lip. His scent surrounded me as I put my arms around his neck, eyes closing tightly. He leaned forward, allowing my body to fall back onto the couch behind me. He used his arms to hold up most of his body weight as he laid on top of me, kissing my neck and jawline. I shivered, which in turn made Steve chuckle flirtatiously. I turned to the side, allowing him to lay close against me. Our legs intertwined as we kissed on the couch, exchanging sweet pecks and deep, strong kisses. He leaned back after what seemed like only minutes, and brushed my hair out of my eyes. His strong pupils were boring into mine, showing pure sincerity as he breathed gently,

"Ronnie, I love you." Shit. Sure, I knew Steve loved me. He picked me up when I was lost and alone, and he had told me that he cared for me when we were only teenagers. But this was the first time that he had openly said it- he said it looking into my eyes and lying on the couch. It was as simple as that, but so much more complicated. Is this really where I wanted to be? My heart knew that it wasn't, but I was too logical to know that there was no other possibility of being anywhere else. And I was too stubborn to admit the only other place I wanted to be was with Darren. Because he had hurt me, and even if he was alive, I wouldn't go back to him. He ripped my heart out and served it on a platter, he didn't even care. I don't care. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Ronnie. I'm here, and I'm settling. How terrible is that? Settling...

"I love you too," I pushed out of my concentration. Steve smiled, and kissed me once more.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled into my neck, I pushed back his shoulders.

"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're doing that thing where you stare off into space, and then you get those wrinkles in your forehead. You're thinking."

"What's wrong with thinking?"
"When you do it, you do it too much. And then somehow you get yourself into trouble."

"No trouble. Just one of those philosophical moods"- That's what Darren used to call them. "I'm fine."

"Trouble, I like the sound of that." A voice boomed from the corner of the room.

Darren laid on the couch of their hotel room, the song kept playing through his head, the sight of Ronnie sent his senses into shock and he felt empty. His body was moving, but there was no soul- no Ronnie.

"Well, are we going to go see her, or not?" Cassie forced through a mouth full of popcorn as her and Kade flipped through the pay per view channels on the television.

"Yea, we have to," Darren started, putting his head in his hands, "but I don't know if I can do it." Kade looked over at him and then rolled her eyes, pushing a piece of strawberry strands out of her way.

"What do you mean, you can't do it? We've been stalking her forever, and well... you have to." she nodded. Cassie groaned, knowing that she had to go and join the conversation. Kade could be- oblivious to emotion sometimes and laid it on a little too thick. There was Cassie regulation needed.

"What are you afraid of?" She asked, playing with her wedding ring on her left finger. She wanted to see Ronnie, but mostly wanted to get her back to the Mountain, so that she could get back to Evra.

"Have you met Ronnie?" Darren wheezed, looking at Cassie wide eyed, "She's going to kill me!"

"Yeah, probably." Kade snorted, earning a glare from Cassie. She just shrugged and held her hands up, "What? She is! I want to kill him, and he didn't even do anything wrong to me."

"You're right, I didn't do anything to you." Darren shot, Kade just placed a hand on her hip.

"But you did do something to Ronnie. And what you did was a super dick move, so that's enough spill out of Ronnie and onto me." She countered. Darren faltered and looked down at his hands, panicking to himself.

"Well, there's a chance that she won't" Cassie tried to confort him, but she knew that chance was slim. Ronnie had one of the hottest tempers out there, and with all the time she had to simmer, she knew the sadness turned into anger. And an angry Ronnie isn't fun at all.

"Alright, let's says she doesn't kill me. How are we going to get her to go back to the Mountain?" Darren offered, slapping his hands down on his thighs in frustration. He laughed deliriously, there's no way in hell that this was going to work.

"We have to get her to come. There's no other choice. Kade and I are here, so we'll be able to talk to her, the last thing Ronnie is, is stupid." Cassie snapped, an enthusiastic twang in her voice.

"I'm not so sure about that, I mean, did you see her hair?" Kade dramatized, but Cassie's countering comment was interrupted by a certain ginger vampire bursting into the room. Clad in red, Larten Crepsley's presence filled the dim hotel room.

"We have a problem."

"Whoopdee-fuckin-doo."

"Son of a gun."

"Charna's Guts."

Larten ignored the comments from Cassie and Darren, but acknowledged Kade before addressing the issue,

"Kayden, watch your mouth." Larten scolded, Kade rolled her eyes and then started at him for an answer to what the problem was.

"What's the problem?" Cassie reached, looking at Mr. Crepsley with intrigue.

"Desmond Tiny is at their apartment."