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**Shane**

I'm led by a vamp that looks seriously pissed off with a huge jagged scar going diagonally from his right eyebrow to the left side of his chin and he's wearing a scowl. I know I'll be going to the normal vamp cell at the jail before they probably take me to that huge maximum security place they held Jason at. Sure enough, as I'm dragged out of the car (those guys could seriously hit) I'm at the regular old jail.

"Get up, you piece of trash." Snarls his buddy nailing a solid kick to my ribs. I refuse to wince.

"I can't if you keep doing that." I say baring my bloodstained teeth in a most definitely not nice smile.

"It's not worth it Jerry," Mr. Scarface says looking at me in disgust. "Let's just dump him here and go. We don't want any trouble with the Founder."

"Jerry?" I ask with a smirk. "Really? A vampire named Jerry?" It's really not the most stupid vamp name I've heard; I'd met one named Candy. I just want him distracted so I can get away. Jerry snarls and starts coming towards me, eyes flashing red.

"Jerry!" Barks the first. "Cut it out. He's not worth the trouble. Jerry shoots daggers in my direction with his eyes but he complies, grabbing my left arm while Scar grabs my right and they then proceed to roughly drag me into the jail, taking every opportunity to ram me into something.

Finally, they toss me into the cell and slam the door shut. Jerry spits at me and it lands right on my face. I just wipe it off and grin like a maniac.

"Don't I get one phone call?"

"Shut up." Scar says face expressionless.

"Yeah, you've caused this town enough trouble," Sneers Jerry. "Now, you get to sit and rot here for a century or two before the Founder remembers you're here. Have fun. "They turn and walk down the dark corridor.

"Oh I will." I say under my breath, giving a small smile.

**Two Weeks Ago**

"Boss," Adrian says rapping on the door frame. "Someone is here to see you. He says you're going to want to hear this."

"Who is it?" I ask irritated at being interrupted from my work.

"Hiya Shane," Jason says suddenly appearing in the door way. "Did ya miss me?" Adrian has disappeared like a ghost.

"Not really," I say glaring. "What do you want Jason? Are you here to report me to Oliver?" He was dressed in a dirty black T-shirt, leather jacket and jeans, he looked as greasy and dirty and shifty as ever, but now his skin was even paler and his eyes were even more heartless.

"No. Just because he turned me doesn't mean I want to be loyal to him. It just means that I have to. If he's dead, that's not really going to be a problem is it?" Now he had me interested.

"What are you proposing?"

"You see Shane, now that you've joined the vamp club, you and me are a lot alike—"

"We are nothing alike." I say cutting him off and looking at him with disgust.

"Whatever," Jason says rolling his eyes. "We have the same goals then alright? We both want to rule Morganville. Make me your right hand man when it's all done and we've won, and I'll do anything you ask. Oh, and you have to help me kill Oliver. "

"That's all?" I ask raising my eyebrows. There had to be a catch. "Nothing else? How do I know you aren't still loyal till Oliver?"

"Please," He says rolling his eyes again. "I was never loyal to Oliver. Who in the hell likes him? He just helped me get what I want. And now I'm done with him and you can get me what I want. So what do you say, is it a deal?" He holds out his hand for me to shake, I just stare at it.

"So how do I know you won't turn on me the moment Oliver is dead?"

"You don't. Hell, I probably will if I get something out of it," Well, at least he was honest. I think dryly. "But I'm more loyal to you than anyone here. Sure, a few have the same goals as you and will help you out, but you enslaved them Collins and that's bound to piss them off. So actually, right now, I'm the best friend you've got. So what do ya say?" He's still holding that hand out and, reluctantly, I go up and shake it.

I grin to myself in the present, stretching out on the narrow prison standard cot. He and the few who were loyal to me would be here soon to get me out. And then we were going to burn this town straight to hell.