Brendon's head rolled back as a groan escaped his lips. He felt disoriented. What the hell had happened?

"The hunter's awake!" Breezy's voice sent a sharp pain through his head. He shut his eyes tighter while releasing a soft groan.

"Oh, lighten up." Footsteps moved towards Brendon before stopping somewhere very near. "At least I haven't killed you yet." Something sharp tapped his nose.

Brendon finally opened his eyes. Breezy was crouched in front of him, holding a knife that she kept pointed towards him in one hand, and a coffee cup in the other. "What's stopped you?" He asked, flexing his wrists to find them bound.

She smiled. "I'm going to get hungry soon, aren't I?" She looked him over preditarily.

Whelp, this case definitely involved something supernatural. "So, eating people? Robbing graves?" The answer hit him in the face, "Ghoul."

"Wow, you didn't even have that down before coming here?" Breezy laughed, "Wow! You made this way too easy."

Brendon shook his head. "So, what? You're posing as some ancient dead chick?"

Breezy smiled. "Well, not ancient dead." She raised her glass to him before bringing it to her lips.

Brendon inhaled a breath, suddenly remembering the liquid that coated his arm before he passed out. Thicker than coffee. "You're still..."

"Getting it fresh is a rarity." She grinned with red stained teeth, "I've saved bits of her here."

"What about the guy." Brendon questioned, picturing his curious blue eyes as he said his name, "Dallon."

Breezy rolled her eyes. "Dead girls boyfriend. Real sweet, makes for a fantastic snack when I can't get to her." She looked down at her coffee cup with a hunger in her eyes. "I've never tasted anything like him before, and I've only ever snuck some blood." She shook her head and brought her gaze up to Brendon's. "He's a delicasy that I can't wait to sink my teeth into."

"Not if I can help it." Brendon growled, yanking his wrists against his restraints.

"What are you gonna do?" Breezy taunted as she dipped a finger in her cup, keeping the knife's blade directed towards him. "Kind of hard to cut a ghoul's head off when you're tied up." She pulled her finger out of the cup and placed it on top of her tongue.

Brendon bit the inside of his lip. She had a point. He wasn't 100% on an escape plan.

Breezy flipped the knife in the air. "I'm still not sure how long I should keep you alive." She sighed, "Mother always did scold me for playing with my food."

Brendon had no chance to react before her knife was plunged into the wall beside his head. She rushed forward, gripping the knife as her face hovered just inches away from Brendon's. "Too bad mother's not around to stop me anymore." She taunted with a sinister grin.

Brendon took this small opportunity the Ghoul had given him. He leaned back just slightly before rocking forward, colliding foreheads with the creature. She yelped in surprise, jumping back, while Brendon blinked away stars. "That hurt."

Breezy glared at him. "A lot of good that did you." She snapped. She looked ready to tear into him, but a knocking sound froze her in her tracks.

"Breeze?"

A smile curved on Breezy's lips with the sound of Dallon's voice. "Is it so late already? Guess I'll just have to prepare dessert right before dinner." She licked her lips, straightening her posture.

"Hey, we're focusing on me here, remember?" Brendon shook the spots in his vision away, trying to keep the Ghoul's attention. He couldn't just let the poor guy get eaten by something he thought was his girlfriend. If he could just keep her back... Get out of here Dallon.

Breezy shrugged. "As fun as you are, he's sweeter." She spun away from him, "I almost don't want to kill him."

"Then don't!" Brendon exclaimed, hopping to halt her movement forward. "Kill the hunter and let the human go."

Breezy paused.

There was another knock at the door.

She remained still for a moment, before turning her head to look at Brendon. "What do you care?" She questioned, "Killing you in no way stops me from killing him."

It delays it, at least. "He didn't ask you to eat his ex."

"I didn't ask you to come snooping." She countered, "I could have kept feeding off Breezy until I ran out, but you decided to come to Utah and stick your hunter nose where it doesn't belong." She set her mug on a table just a few inches away from where she stood. "This girl had it good. A guy that cares, a place right next to my stomping grounds, and a constant supply of body bags coming through just a few tombstones down." She flashed her wicked smile, "I was set."

Brendon's brain practically whirled as he attempted to figure a way out of this. He had to save Dallon before he fell into the ghoul's hands. The knife was still plunged into the wall beside his head, but he couldn't make a move towards it with the ghoul watching.

Another knock.

"I should really get that." Breezy said, cooly, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Make a noise and I'll snap his neck." With that, she turned and walked away from Brendon.

Brendon stayed perfectly still, watching her leave the room, before turning to examine the knife the ghoul had left in the wall next to him.

It was a black handled kitchen knife. It was plunged fairly deep into the wood, but if he could wiggle it out with his shoulder...

"Dallon! Thank god you're here!" The ghoul was putting on quite the act, "That man from yesterday tried to break in!"

Brendon lifted himself with help from the wall behind him. He nudged the knifes handle with his shoulder, feeling it move slightly with every bump. It may work.

Footsteps were coming towards the room. Despite his progress, Brendon dropped back down to the ground just before Dallon and the Ghoul rounded the corner.

When the Ghoul locked eyes with Brendon, she smirked. "Dallon, he tried to hurt me." Her expression instantly changed to fear, complete with a quivering lip, when she addressed the tall man that was giving Brendon a death stare.

"I thought you were a cop." He said. He didn't sound as nice as he had during their first encounter.

"Well, not technically." Brendon shot him a sheepish smile. He needed to be working at getting the knife out of the wall.

Dallon stepped forward, motioning for the ghoul to stay back. Brendon resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"That's not your girl."

Dallon's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Brendon looked back at the ghoul before focusing on Dallon. "Her. She isn't Breezy."

"Just like how you're a cop?" Dallon almost snorted, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Trying to stop the thing that killed your girlfriend and is taking her place." Brendon spoke with irritation. This wasn't the best way to break the news of Dallon's girlfriend being dead, but the ghoul was creeping closer and he had to relay it somehow.

Dallon knelt down and grabbed Brendon's shirt collar. Woah, nice guy could get tough. If it wasn't for the ghoul continuing to creep towards them, he might have been turned on.

"What are you doing here." He demanded, locking Brendon with an icy blue gaze.

"Uuhh..." Brendon found himself momentarily lost for words. He looked back at Dallon's eyes, noting the pattern of his iris, as well as, a slight uncertainty within them.

"She's different." Brendon whispered, "Even if it's just a slight change, she's different. It's not her, she's not what she seems."

Dallon's eyes widened for just an instant, revealing an unspoken agreement.

"I'm bored!" The ghoul suddenly yelled. She had made it just behind Dallon. She grabbed a tuft of his hair and slammed his head into the wall beside Brendon's. The human crumpled like a puppet whose strings were cut.

"Mother fucker!" Brendon glared at the ghoul as she pulled a ziptie out of her pocket. "Let him go!"

She pouted. "I don't want to." She said as she brought his hands together behind his back. "I'm hungry."

Not good. "Me first, then. I'm the one who threatened your good time."

She tilted her head. "Tempting." She said as she stood, "However, like I said, he's sweeter." She licked her lips and grabbed the ziptie that now bound Dallon's wrists. She began dragging his limp figure away, making sure to pause long enough for a taunting wave in Brendon's direction.

"Don't worry! I'll have room for seconds."