Chapter 3

Silence. Hate it. I fuckin' HATE IT! Especially when it's coming from Alex. Michael thought as they flew down the highway, going about eighty. It looked like they were out in the middle of nowhere. He hadn't seen a house for miles. And besides feeling bad that Alex was mad at him, he was furious with himself about losing control, again, on a boy none the less.

Then the motorcycle started to slow down a bit. And they pulled into a drive way that had a run-down looking house at the end of it. Michael looked up at the sky and saw that it was about five. He watched as Alex kicked down the kick stand of the bike and gave him a direct look.

"Mikey, my boy, we are gonna have a LONG talk about that nasty ass temper of yours," She looked at him harder for emphasis. "But not right now. No, right now you're gonna learn to control other people's emotions. It should take you until at least dark. Then we hunt, got it?"

He didn't want to look at his reflection in her shades, so he spoke with a down cast glance. "Yeah, got it. But why do you want to train me so bad?"

"Because Lace told me to, and Lace is the boss."

"Fair enough. Here's another question: What are we hunting with?"

She patted a leather bike bag that was on the motorcycle. You'll find that out when you finished what I told you to do first. In fact, before we leave this house, I want you to try telekinesis too." She said with annoyance. She was still a little ticked about what Michael pulled at the club. Calm down, it was just a mistake. She told herself.

For all the world, Michael looked like a scolded child. "Look, I'm sorry for being short with ya. I know it was an accident in the club... You just need to work on it ok?"

Michael gave her small nod. "So, what's in that house?" He asked pointing to the place in question.

"Not 'what', but who. She's a Familiar. It basically means that she does favorers for the vamps, for the hope that they'll turn her. She works at the police station, so she can track down just about anyone."

"So... What do you want me to do?" He asked, bemused.

"The same thing I wanted you to do at the club. Make her feel lust. If you do that, you pass this part of today's lesson." She said with a charming smile.

Jesus, she makes it sound like it's nothing. He though, followed by a chuckle. "All right, but tell me *how* to make this happen."

Good, he's taking it well. "You have to make eye contact or touch them to pull it off. Touching makes the ability come easier... But I would try eye contact first. Just to see how easy it comes to you. Remember though, controlling emotions and thoughts are two different things. You can't control her thought but you can make her get to the point where," Alex paused for effect and to give a leer. "She would do *anything* to fulfill the *need*." She stressed the two words.

"A cop, huh?" Alex nodded with smiling face. "Are you coming?"

"W-Well, I gotta make sure you do it right." She said. But by the smirk on Michael's face, she knew he knew better.

Michael hopped off the bike. "Right this way, Mrs. Blackman." He said with charm, hold out an elbow, which she linked with.

"Too right, Mr. Davidson."

The house wasn't the worst place Michael had ever seen. But, compared to where he was living at the moment, it was a dump. But in all actuallity, it looked like it just needed a fresh coat of paint. The lawn looked well cared for and there were flower beds on either side of the side walk. No flowers, of course, because of the weather. Michael really didn't have a clue as to why his mind was straying to what the lady's place looked like instead of the test at hand.

"Ya wanna know a trick I learned that makes using this ability easier?" Alex asked as they walked down the side-walk.

"Sure." Michael wasn't sure why this part of the ability was important in the whole 'fighting vamps' thing, but he wasn't about to complain.

"Think of every thing that is sexual and imagine yourself throwing your thoughts in *her* head," She said, gesturing with her hands. Then she added, "I'll get us in, but you have to do the rest."

Before Michael could say anything else, Alex knocked on the white wooden door. Then knocked again. No one answered. "Maybe she's not home?" Michael asked.

"Oh, she's here... I can feel her. She coming towards the door now." Alex replied.

I'll have to ask her to teach me how to do that. He thought, lowering his shades to prepare. On the other side of the door, Michael could hear three locking mechanisms turn and watched the door open slowly. The lady that stood before them was obviously getting ready for a date.

She was wearing a light-blue sun dress that fit her form quite well. Her jet black hair fell down just past her shoulders and she had grayish-blue eyes that appeared quizzical. She looked to be no older than twenty-six. "Well?" The lovely woman asked, wanting to know why two teenagers were on her doorstep.

"Yes, Ms. Hillston, we have an urgent message from High Council of Jade," Alex knew that mentioning a branch of the Vampire Nation would get the woman's attention and found out she was correct when the woman, Janet, eyes lit up. "May we come in?"

Michael decided to use that telepathy trick that Alex taught him at the club. <'What's the High Council of Jade?'>

<'I'll tell you after the hunt tonight. Just concentrate on your job.'> She sent the thought back patiently. She knew that Michael wished he had a hell of a lot more answers than he had.

"The High Council of Jade?!," The woman practically gushed. Damien must be finally ready to turn me. She thought. "Of course, of course. Come on in," She said in a rushed voice.

"Thank you," Alex said sweetly. And followed the woman in the house. Michael was right behind her.

Before Michael could turn to close the door, it was slammed shut and every lock locked back into place. Michael almost panicked at that point. But then his logical side took over with unnatural speed. Alex's handy work. This is part of the test... She's gonna tell the woman the truth and she wants me to pass the test under duress. He thought, very correctly.

Janet spun around so quick that Alex thought that she might have actually tripped. But she pulled it off nicely. Ok, Mikey, let's see how you work under pressure. She thought a little wickedly.

"What's going on??" The woman asked in a somewhat timid voice.

Alex took gave a rather large sigh and looked at Michael with an amused expression. "What's going on?" Alex acted like she was considering the question. "Well, it's like this... We're not really messengers," She said walking towards the kitchen, that's were the back door was. She stood in front of the kitchen so the woman couldn't get through. "You have permission to call us 'Chosens' or 'Master Slayers'. There about the same really." She finished.