"Rave's got a new boyfriend," Trey told Tony as he poured some blood into a large stain glassed goblet.

"So soon?" Tony asked taking down a glass from the cabinet for himself.

"A slayer."

Tony knocked over the bottle of wine he just began to pour. He quickly picked it back up.

"Say that again."

"You heard me right. What should we do?"

Tony poured the wine into his glass his hand shaking and then took a slow sip. "What can we do?"

"Kill him."

Tony smiled. "We don't do that... anymore."

"Oh yeah," Trey said like he forgot. "Come on, Ton. He's a slayer. A slayer! It's not like he's...yeah, I know," Trey trailed off when Tony gave him a look. "Damn it!" he exclaimed tossing the glass in the sink shattering it to pieces.

"That's sixteenth century!" Tony protested.

"Was. Buy some new glasses and then in a few hundred years I can break those too."

"I wouldn't worry about it. Raven doesn't commit. She's young. She likes to have fun. You remember being young don't you?"

"Unfortunately," he said pouring more blood into another glass.

"She'll date him a few weeks, maybe a few months and that'll be that."

"We'll have to stay away. Slayers are like hunting dogs they can smell us miles away."

"That's a myth. They're human, plain and simple."

"You ever met one?"

"Once."

"And lived to tell the tale?"

"Barely," Tony said with a tight smile. "It'll be okay, you'll see," he said patting his son on the arm and left the room.

"You better be right," Trey muttered taking a swig of blood.

"How's it going?" Tony asked Jake dodging a scrap of paper Jake crumbled up and threw over his shoulder.

"It's not," Jake said tossing down his drawing pencil.

Tony picked up one of the crumbled pictures off Jake's bedroom floor and opened it up. "Looks like Trey," he said smoothing it out.

"I know. I keep seeing Trey. I can't get another vision of this other guy."

"Maybe you're trying too hard."

"I don't know," Jake said pushing back his desk chair. "Maybe it was my imagination."

"No. There was something familiar about the guy in the drawing. And did you see Trey's face when he saw it? He recognized him too."

"Do you think he knows who it is?"

"Yeah, unfortunately, I do. I wish he would talk to me."

"He's just trying to protect you."

"I'm the one who needs to be protecting him. Have you seen him? He can barely stand up straight."

"He saved Sam's life. I can never repay him for that," Jake said quietly.

"He doesn't expect repayment."

"He deserves it. He didn't want anyone to know about his powers but he used them anyway to save her."

"He cares about her."

"She's lovable," Jake said with a smile and shrug.

"Have you seen George and..."

"Yeah, I know. I'm okay with it. I think."

"It's a good match."

"George's a good guy. If I had to choose anyone for her it'd be him. He'll treat her right," Jake turned back to his drawing pad. "I'll keep trying."

"Maybe you should sleep on it some more."

Jake rubbed his face. "I'm nervous about going to sleep."

"I don't blame you. Have Emily put some extra protection spells on you before you go to bed."

"Yeah, I will," Jake said starting to draw.

"You've gotten really good at that," Tony said watching him once again draw Trey.

"Thanks. Dang it," Jake said tearing the paper out of his pad to crumble it up again.

"Hey, can I keep that?" Tony asked.

"You want it?" Jake asked with a frown.

Tony shrugged. "It's Demetrio."

"Yeah, sure." He said handing it to Tony.

"Thank you."

"Uh, hi," Jake said opening the front door.

The dark haired, dark eyed guy looked over Jake quickly." Is Raven here?" he asked looking over Jake's shoulder inside the house.

"And you are?" Jake prompted.

"Falco."

"Ah, the lawyer slash vampire slayer."

"She told you about that?" he asked surprised.

"I'm her brother."

"Thus, the protective exterior," Falco said gesturing to Jake's crossed arms over his chest.

"That would be that."

"All I was trying to do was do the same. Protect her. You got something against me killing someone who would have killed your sister?"

"Not at all," Jake said shaking his hand.

"Thank you for that."

"No, thank you."

"Are you boys done stroking each other's egos or should I just wait upstairs?" Raven said from behind Jake.

"Hey, beautiful," Falco said breaking into a smile.

She stepped out and kissed his cheek. "Hey, handsome."

"Have her home by midnight," Jake said.

"What? Do you turn into a pumpkin?" Falco laughed.

"Don't listen to him," Raven said pulling on her jacket.

Falco turned and helped her pull it up her shoulders.

"You know, you look really familiar," Jake said looking at him.

Falco turned slowly and smiled. "I get that all the time."

"Don't you think so, Rave?" Jake asked still studying him.

"I don't know," she said looking at Falco with a shrug. "Italian features, I guess. Like Trey and Tony."

"I've just got one of those faces." Falco said quickly. "Are you ready, Raven?"

"Always."

Jake frowned and went back in closing the door. He went into the kitchen and watched Falco assist Raven into his gorgeous Ferrari. Jake admired the car and then his eyes went back to the face of the owner.

"No...way," Jake said and ran up stairs.

"So...the slayer," Jake said breathless to Emily as he came up the stairs to her room.

She looked up from her book. "Yeah?"

"Is the one in my premonition; the one Trey slams into a wall."

"Great, that's all we need, Trey getting into a fight with a slayer."

"Not just any slayer. Raven's new boyfriend."

"It's probably just a fight over Raven."

"You think? Or is this guy going to try and kill Trey because he's a vampire?"

"You keep an eye on Trey. I'll keep an eye on the slayer."

"Easy for you to say. Trey's always disappearing. Add that to his bag of tricks."

"Invisibility? I don't think so."

"I don't put anything past this guy."

Sam stretched in the lounge chair by the pool. She closed the college course catalog she was going through trying to select her classes and leaned back in the chair to look at the sky. The moon was out providing a soft but bright light over the yard. The stars shone bright and she smiled grateful they weren't much different from those above her farm.

"Meow."

Sam looked down at a black cat looking up at her with bright green eyes.

"Hey, kitty. What're you doing here?" she asked leaning down and picked up the cat.

The cat purred as she stroked it. "You far away from home aren't you?"

"So you're talking to animals now?" George asked coming out the back door.

"He's lost," Sam said holding up the cat for George to see.

"How do you know it's a he?" George asked. "Oh," he said when Sam turned him and held him up higher for George to see underneath him.

"Can we keep him?" Sam asked putting the cat on her lap and stroked him.

"He probably belongs to someone, Sam."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"You want me to talk to him?"

"That's what you do, right?"

"Sure, but..."

"What?"

"I don't know. I guess, I've never...had a conversation with an animal in front of someone."

"Yeah, you have."

"Well, you caught me. That's a little different."

"Not at all. Don't be embarrassed. Come on. See if he's hungry or something."

George looked at the cat. " He's... starved."

"Oh, poor thing," Sam said scratching his chin. The cat purred louder.

"We don't have any cat food."

"We have some tuna fish," Sam said standing up with the cat and headed inside.

"You feed it; it's going to want to stay," George said following her to the kitchen.

"Good, I love animals."

"Well, so does Em but she doesn't keep any around the house. I don't know how she'll feel about it."

"I'm sure she won't mind. She's such a sweetie and I'll take care of him."

"He's not wearing a collar," George said putting his hand to the cat's neck. "We need to return him to his owner. It's the right thing to do, Sam."

"Alright, ask him who is daddy is then."

"Who's your daddy?" George asked with a smile. Then frowned.

"What?" Sam asked.

"He said Tony."

"Tony? Tony has a cat?"

"What cat?" Tony asked coming in.

Sam gestured to the cat on the floor who only looked up at Tony and made a small "meow".

"I don't have a cat," Tony said with an amused smile and went over to the table and sat down.

"He thinks he's yours," George told him.

"How long have you been like that?" Tony said looking down at the cat.

The cat jumped up onto Tony's lap and then chair tipped back and Tony fell onto the floor.

"Where's the cat?" Sam asked looking around for it. " Trey?!" Sam exclaimed seeing Trey sprawled on the floor by the kitchen door.

"Meow," he said with a laugh.

"Whoah that was you?" George exclaimed.

"You asked who my daddy was," Trey said laughing and pointed to Tony.

"Glad you're feeling better," Tony said helping Trey up.

"You can shape shift?" George asked amazed.

"Older, more... experienced vamps can," Tony told him looking embarrassed.

"You can too?" George asked him in shock.

Tony nodded. "I used to. Not anymore. I don't see the pleasure in turning myself into a cat."

"You should. You get a nice backrub," he said squeezing Sam's shoulder.

She turned around and hit him on the back. "Jerk!"

"Love you too."

"How often do you do that?" George asked.

"What? Change into animals? Pretty often. It's no big deal," Trey said with a shrug leaning onto the counter for support. "Makes hunting easier. And less...noticeable."

"You can do more than a cat?"

"Yeah, sure."

"What do you turn into?"

Trey shrugged. "Cats, dogs, wolves, birds," he shrugged again. "Whatever I want."

"Bat?" Sam asked with a smile.

"So stereotypical," Trey said wincing. "But occasionally, yes."

"How do you do it?" Sam asked.

"Very carefully," Trey said with a smile.

"Change into a bat!"

"Sam..." George groaned.

"I want to see."

"He really shouldn't use up his energy," Tony said.

"Oh, yeah," Sam said disappointed. "Sorry."

"The cat thing wore me out. I'm beat. I'll show you tomorrow when I get more blood in me."

"You need..." George said holding out his wrist.

"Mind?" Trey asked.

"It's ok."

"Ok. Let's go downstairs. It'll be easier this time."

"You don't want me?" Sam asked.

"Baby, I always want you," Trey said. "Kidding!" he said holding up his hands when George glared at him. "I could use you both if you're up for it."

"You want her to?"

"Actually, it'll be a good thing; I healed her so I'll get some of my own energy back. It's weird like that. She's ok to give now."

"Oh. Okay." George said.

"Hey, it's okay," Trey said patting his shoulder. "You don't have to. Sam doesn't have to. I'm cool with it if you guys aren't into it. I've always got givers on call or I can go hunting."

"I'm ok with it," Sam said. "George?"

"No, it's fine. Really. I'm just not sure about watching Sam give."

"You don't have to watch."

"I don't know how I feel about Sam and you..."

"I'm just taking blood," Trey said holding up his hands. "No funny business. I know you two are an item."

"Okay." George said looking from Trey to Sam.

"Okay?" Sam said looking at him hard in the eyes.

"Yeah. It's okay. Go ahead. Ladies first."

"So, how do we do this?" Sam asked as Trey closed his bedroom door.

"Just like before."

"Just like?" Sam asked raising her eyebrow.

"Well, almost," Trey said with a smile.

"Okay." Sam said sitting on his bed.

"The neck's less noticeable. You can cover up with a shirt. And honestly, it's more pleasant on both ends. But if you're uncomfortable with that we can always do the inside of the wrist. You could always wear a watch over the marks."

"Or you could heal them."

"Yeah... I could," Trey said sitting down on the bed next to her.

"I'd like more pleasant. I don't want it to hurt. I don't want to not want to do this for you when you need it."

"As you know, it can be...sensual. Especially if there are... feelings..."

"It's okay. I like George."

Trey chuckled. "I meant on my end. Don't worry I'm not offended."

"It's okay. We'll handle it. It's not like I'm cheating on him. You're eating, right?"

Trey sighed. "Lie down. And don't talk while I do it or you'll hurt yourself."

"You saying I talk too much?" she asked defensively as she flopped down on a black pillow.

"You ask a lot of questions," he said moving on top of her.

"Okay, this is...um..." she said breathlessly as he pressed his body against hers to get to her neck.

"Relax," He said kissing the side of her neck.

"Um, Trey?"

"Take my hands," he said putting his hands to hers and entwined their fingers. He kissed her neck again.

"Trey, that's not behaving."

"If you know when it's coming you'll tense up. This way... it relaxes you."

"It's not relaxing me."

"You're not letting it. We can do this another way," he said kissing her neck.

"Are you going to do this to George?" she asked with a smile and then laughed imagining it.

Trey laughed and then bit into her.

"So, how're we going to do this?" George asked rubbing his wrist absently; the one Trey had drunk from a few nights before.

"However you want."

"I don't know. What do you usually do to get blood?"

"Seduce a woman."

"Problem, I'm not a girl. What do you do for guys?"

"Get them drunk."

"Got any beer?"

"Aren't you a bit young?"

"How old were you when you started drinking?"

Trey shrugged. "No beer. Got wine," Trey said opening the bedroom door and went down the hall to the wine cellar.

"Man, Tony likes his wine," George said looking around.

"You've never been back here?" Trey asked opening a cabinet and took down a glass.

"Nope. I don't come down here much at all. Just the laundry room."

"You should come visit more often," Trey said pouring some wine from a bottle Tony left open on the bar.

"Yeah, I guess. I just never wanted to know what Tony had down here."

"Now you know," Trey said turning to look at the hundreds of rows of stacked wine.

"I guess I envisioned stacks of blood. Not wine. Thanks," George said taking the glass offered from Trey

"Blood's in the fridge," Trey said gesturing to it and picked up the bottle to pour himself a glass.

George looked at it. "It's not so big."

"What? Did you think he kept dead bodies down here?" Trey asked with a grin. George shrugged and took a swig of wine. "We're not murderers, George. Well...not anymore."

"Don't go there."

"Sorry," Trey said taking a sip of wine. "Not something I want to relive anyway."

"You and Tony. Are you okay now?"

"Yeah. It's hard, you know. I grew up hating...and I mean hating him. It's hard to let go of that sometimes."

"You still think he left you when your mom died?"

"In a way he did. He became a vampire." Trey said taking a swig of wine. "I know it's stupid to compare. But you don't know what it's like, George, when you're changed. For years. God, how many years...you're not yourself. You're...the only way I can think to describe it is a demon. He couldn't have taken care of me even if he wanted to. The only choice for him should have been no."

"He thought you were dead," George said taking a drink.

"I know. And I turned around and I did the same thing to Isabella. She was just a baby. I couldn't handle losing her mother. I thought the only way I could hold on to Isabella was becoming more powerful, becoming immortal. I left my daughter to them to raise her while I changed. I don't know what I was thinking."

"How did you die?"

"Trampled. By horses. Stampede. I couldn't stop it."

"Ouch."

"And then here comes to the rescue Massi and...and here I am," he said downing the rest of the wine in his glass. "Poetic justice, I guess," he muttered setting the glass down.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"How'd Isabella die? If you don't mind my asking?"

"Fell down a flight of stairs," Trey said. "I wasn't there to save her. I didn't have a premonition to see it coming..." he trailed off and left the room.

"Trey," George said following him to his room.

"It's okay, George," Trey said running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"But Sam...the stairs..."

"I know."

"So that was an attack on you not Tony."

"Yeah."

"So, what're we going to do about that?"

"I'm going to get my strength back. And then some. Then I'm going to kick some serious ass," Trey said sitting down in his black Lazy Boy chair.

"I'd like to join you."

"I know you would."

"But you're not going to let any of us help, are you?"

"Not if I can help it," Trey said and then sighed. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine.You can go ahead." George said putting his wrist out.

"Talk to me about surfing."

"What?"

"Surfing. I've never been. What's it like?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just tell me."

George started talking and then barely noticed when his wrist was bitten into.