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[starcrossed]

The music rocked all night.

When the Lovehammers took the stage, the roof of the hotel nearly blew off with the cheers from all the fans. Megan and Rachel had found the perfect position right by the stage. All the members of the band were so close she could almost touch them. other women in the audience pushed into Megan, as they attempted to take her spot by the stage. Rachel visibly annoyed just pushed them back; along with a few good curse words and a hard elbow to the gut.

The music roared and the audience screamed loader. the music and the roar of the crowd began feeding off each other into one earth shattering climax.

Megan was always amazed by LH. True, all the members of the group were blessed with lust after great looks, but the talent each of them possessed was awe inspiring.

The evening progressed rather quickly. Megan was happy that she didn't see the strange man with the camera.Rachel must have been right. The guy must have just been taking pictures of one of the bands, and she was in the way. Megan attempted to pushed it into the recess of her mind. It was difficult...another theory ran into her mine. It must have just been a NYE pervert. She heard of men who liked to post photo's of women on the Internet on fetish site's.

"Pervert" Megan thought to herself.

Rachel began to complain about not getting the perfect "pants" shot of Marty. Her husband, Jeff, just rolled his eyes. He could appreciate his wife's interest's, even if it was for her fantasy man.

Megan laughed happily. She envied Rachel and Jeff's relationship, they were amazing together.

The music was still playing a hot mix overhead. Rachel wanted to dance. Megan was feeling better, but the idea of dancing alone did nothing for her.


"Let's dance! Come on Megan...it's freakin' NYE! We just saw the love God's take the stage!!!Let's dance!!!" Rachel begged in a whinny child like voice.

Laughing, Rachel pulled Megan with one hand and dragged Jeff with the other hand, to the dance floor.

"I don't have anyone to dance with. I would feel strange...like a third wheel."

"It's fine. No one care's! Just dance" Rachel said with a no nonsense voice.

"Fine..." Megan decided it would just be easier to dance, than fight Rachel.

Megan let it all go. She began to feel free. She began to feel alive. Megan began to want to dance and enjoy herself.

Taking to the dance floor with her friends, Megan moved along with the rhythm of the music.

Count down to the New Year would be in a few minutes...she didn't care. Megan was in a pure moment of bliss.

"Excuse me" an unfamiliar, yet clearly masculine voice sounded from behind her. "Excuse me."

"Yes?"Megan turned to face the voice.

The night had been eventful, but she had no idea how much more eventful it was about to become. She turned to find that the voice was from the most gorgeous man that had ever been placed on the planet. She thought the night must have all been a dream. Megan couldn't believe any man could be that good looking in real life...it had to be a dream.

"May have the pleasure of dancing with you?" His voice was like melting honey.

Megan realized she was starring. Worst of all she was starring with her mouth wide open.

"I...I'm sorry, what did you say?" Megan's mouth felt dry and her palms began to feel oddly wet with perspiration.

The man was at least six feet, with broad shoulders, sun kissed skin, chiseled features, short jet black hair, a perfect smile, and his mouth... Megan's mother had warned her about men with mouth's like his. Handsome couldn't cover it. The word was not enough to describe him. He was perfection come to life.

"My name is Alexander. Justin Alexander. I was wandering if you would care to dance with me?"

Megan desperately tried to find her now lost voice."Ahh....Yes? I mean...yes! I would love...like that very much. I'm Megan", she thought she sounded a bit too desperate.

"It's a pleasure to meet you,Megan" he moved her to a open space on the dance floor, as he spoke to her.

Megan looked for Rachel. Her friend was beaming from ear to ear. Megan couldn't help but think her friend resembled a fox in a hen house at the moment.

The music played. Megan was of average height for a woman, so she had to slightly incline her head to look at Justin when they danced.

Mentally she began to realize how she was acting. She was not some lusty teenager, and yet she was acting like one. The man was a stranger for goodness sake! She knew that lust would lead to dirty things. Things that she knew full well that she couldn't post on the Marty Casey. Org website. That was strictly due to vulgarity and restrictions, which she understood clearly.Thus, she was then forced to edit her thoughts.

Megan danced on...The countdown would be coming all too soon.

[Cheza]

*Ooooh...Star, I'm going to have to think about this mysterious man a bit before adding anything*

[iwo]

...There's a light at the end of the tunnel.....yea, she thought to herself....wait for me....It felt as time was slowing down as she looked up at Justin, and all her insecurities began to creap back... I can hypnotize you ...small talk felt so awkward... keep calling keep calling ...Funny thing though, fear has a way of building to a point where eventually loses its hold.
Screw it! she mumbled to herself and...

[oceancat46]

she closed her eyes and just let her body feel the music - feel the warmth of Justin's hand on her back - take in the sweet scent of a whiff of cologne and his underlying manly sweat. She was totally in tune with the music and the way he was guiding them around the dance floor. Justin got a huge grin on his face, seeing how much she was simply enjoying herself and as if she could feel his happiness, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him, then spontaneously burst into heartfelt joyous laughter. As the song ended it just seemed so right to give each other a hug - then flustered Megan stepped back, shaking her head, not quite sure . . .

[chanvre]

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Megan gave Justin a half-smile and looked down at her feet, mumbling "Thanks for the dance." Thanks for the dance? Ugh. This isn't prom, for God's sake. He's got to think I'm a total idiot.

Justin must have said something, as he was looking at her expectantly with a grin on his handsome face. But a loud roar from the crowd had drowned him out, and she was a bit relieved for the distraction. Lovehammers were on stage, starting the countdown to midnight! She scanned the crowd for Rachel, but she could only see hundreds of unfamiliar faces to the right and left of her. ...8...7...6...5...

Megan just stood there awkwardly, cursing the stiletto heels that were making her feet throb, and wishing she could find Rachel. What was she supposed to do? Stand there stupidly with some random (yet terribly sexy) stranger? Then again, some say that it's considered especially lucky if a tall, dark, handsome man is the first to enter your house after the New Year has rung in. A nightcap at her place later, maybe? 4...3...2...

[Cheza]

...But all of a sudden her sixth sense kicked in as the countdown concluded. As she pulled back, Justin moved in for a hug...a very tight one that made her feel uncomfortable...he held her until midnight and gave her a passionate kiss...but something just didn't feel right.

Megan couldn't determine whether he was just a semi-shy, lonely guy on this New Year's Eve, or if she should be concerned. The break-up with Ted still smarted, as much as she hated to admit it. Megan's inner voice also reminded her of her great track record of consistently picking the wrong men when it came to matters of the heart.

Suddenly, she spotted Rachel and Jeff out of the corner of her eye. Megan quickly excused herself as politely as possible and made a beeline for her friends...

[starcrossed]

Megan's feet still began to throb horribly, but she walked briskly over to Rachel and Jeff.

She couldn't understand why Justin kept staring into her eyes the entire time they danced. It isn't that often these days that she danced with a guy, that wasn't just looking at her breasts jiggle when she danced. Justin gave her a strange feeling. He was different. She just didn't know what made him different. She just felt a need to get away from him and fast. He was danger or at least she felt a sense of danger growing around her. What was going on?

Behind her she could still feel, the heat of Justin's eyes on her back. She could feel him there?

"I'll see you soon..." Megan could swear she could hear Justin's sensual voice caress her every inner thoughts.

"That isn't possible," Megan thought to her self.

She sensed Justin's concern for her and need to watch her. The realization that she could sense this other person began to make her panic. Who feels another person? She turned around just as she reached Rachel. Justin was no longer standing there. He had vanished just as quickly as the strange man with the camera.

"Happy New Year!!! So, how was the kiss with the hottie? Very nice work...saw you playing tonsil hockey and knew my girl was in experienced hands..." Rachel was happy as always.

"Something is really wrong here. We were dancing and it was like he was trying to get into my head..."

"I thought the point was that you were after his 'head'..." Rachel laughed at her own dirty thoughts.

"Rachel!! Get your mind out of the gutter for just one minute, please!!! I think he tried to hypnotize me. I could feel him. I can still feel him...What the hell is going on here? It's like I am in the middle of some crazy story?..." Megan began to panic.

"Hey, everything is going to be alright" Jeff piped in, trying to calm Megan down.

"Look it has been a long day. We have all had a lot to drink. Your just letting your imagination get the best of you" Jeff stated it as a fact.

Rachel placed a gentle hand on Megan's shoulder, "Look, Jeff is right. It's just in your mind sweetie. You read a lot of those mystery novels right? That is all it is...I told you that you should start reading romance novels...at least you would have sex on the brain, instead of scary things!"

Megan followed the pair back into the party. She knew something just wasn't right, but she didn't know what. Somehow she knew that things were about to change and that sent a wave of chills coursing through her body.

"I'll see you soon...." the voice could be heard once more in her mind.

[Cheza]

As they re-entered the ballroom, the trio sought the quickest way to get close to the stage again. Accomplishing this feat in the sea of 600 or so people would not be easy. As Rachel and Jeff sought the easiest path, Megan couldn't help but scan the room for Justin. Her soul told her something just wasn't right with the guy. Besides it was weird how he introduced himself. "Who introduces himself with his last name first?," she thought..."other than Bond, James Bond." This thought sent a quick smile across her face. Suddenly Rachel grabbed her hand and propelled them forward.

"I wouldn't want us to get separated again...especially if that guy is some sort of freak," Rachel said.

It was reassuring to Megan. Rachel had heard what she said and comprehended it, despite the large amount of alcohol she had consumed.

Suddenly, she heard Justin's voice again, "I'll see you soon..." She quickly turned around, 360 degrees, but he was no where in sight. She breathed a sigh of relief and went to the nearest bar to get a stiff drink.

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The night continued on late into the early morning hours. The ballroom stood completely packed until security started to clear the room.

"Come on Meg..." Rachel was completely wasted, and swayed as she talked with Megan," Jeff and I got a room here. Just crash on the coach...or floor...you can't drive home..you had too much to drink."

Megan was fully aware she was not in any condition to drive. Still she didn't want to crash in a hotel, especially when she knew Rachel and Jeff could use the time alone. They worked very hard and rarely had a chance just to be a couple.

"No. It's alright. I will call a cab."

"Megan, and what about your car?"

"I will just ask for a ride from someone and pick it up . It will be alright here for the night."

"If you won't stay...then give me your key and I will take it to you tomorrow...But I think today is tomorrow...later...I will take it to you later..." Rachel giggled in amusement.

Megan handed the car keys over to her friend, and after saying goodbye walked to the hotel lobby and asked for a cab to be called for her.

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The drive home in the back of the cab felt long. Megan's head felt heavy and a bit clouded. She had drank much more than she had planned that evening. however, with all the crazy events that had transpired throughout the evening, she thought she deserved to let loose a bit.

The cab pulled up to Megan's apartment, she was happy to be home. Stepping out into the brisk night, she paid the driver and started up the long walkway to the main door.

Megan's feet where throbbing. She could have sworn heels were embedded into her flesh. with the begging of a curse on her breath, her right heel gave way beneath her and a load crack could be heard.

"Damn it! Just great..." Without hesitation Megan ripped the broken shoe off her foot, followed by the other.

Frozen walkway or not, the shoes were going to come off. She sprinted carefully across the paved floor and used her key to enter the building.

Megan entered the elevator and pressed the button for her floor. Absently, she toyed with the danging heel of her shoe. Something feel out of the bottom, landing on the floor. Megan reached down to pick it up.

"What the??..." Megan picked up the fallen object in her hand.

The object appeared to be a micro chip of some kind. It was very small and delicate. She was just about to analyze it further, when the elevator doors opened to her floor.

Holding the chip in her hand, she walked to her apartment door. She began rummaging through her pocket, when the door suddenly flew open and she was yanked in.....

[iwo]

...Just as Megan was about to scream, a hand covered her mouth and muffled her voice. Her heart pumped so hard she could hear a thumping in her ears. She spun her body around and was shocked to see her would-be assailant...it was...Marty?!
Yes, it was Marty, and he was standing in her darkened room with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He began to wisper..."I am going to uncover your mouth...I need you to be completly quiet...nod if you understand"
Megan nodded as she began to get nauseated from the combination of alcohol and adrenalin. Marty reached over and turned-on a nearby television and put the volume on loud...then whispered again into Megan's ear...."give me the chip"
Megan began to answer "What chip", but then Marty reminded her to stay quiet by holding his finger up-to-his lips...and then pointed to her shoe. Out of her daze Megan remembered what he was referring to and handed it to Marty, who took it and held it close to his eye to inspect. Then, as he shook his head in disgust, he laid the chip in his palm ...took the cigarette out of his mouth and placed its glowing end firmly against the chip. A smell, not unlike burning hair filled the room. Marty pushed the ember against its now smoldering surface until he could no longer bear the heat...and let it drop to the floor....

[p12]

It's a clinic...and I'm in it...
You guys should be writing for "Days of our Lives"
Please continue!

[starcrossed]

Iwo I love your creativity...Just when I think everything is safe...BOOM!!!! A new twist in the story...I need a few minutes to think about this..I will post later...If anyone wants to add now..please do so..I will just go with things...

[oceancat46]

"What in the world . . ." the flabbergasted Megan whispered. Marty, in a normal voice - "It's all right now -- they can't hear. But, believe me - you don't want to know the details - for your safety, if nothing else. All I can say is the Lovehammers are totally in your debt now - a lifetime of backstage passes -- all yours. Just forget you ever saw me here tonight."

And he calmly turned and walked out the door.

Megan - "But - hey - I do want to know - and Marty - I have so much to tell you - how your music has changed my life!" --

But it was too late -- he was gone as mysteriously as he'd arrived.

Megan sank down on her couch - her still alcohol-hazy mind reviewing all the mysteries of the evening -- with a final thought "Whatever could all this mean for tomorrow??" she fell asleep.

[Cheza]

Suddenly, Megan awoke to the sound of the alarm clock in her bedroom..she had purchased a "Screaming Mimi" which could be heard three counties away so she wouldn't oversleep for work. She fumbled around in the dark for the remote, which was lying on the couch beside her, and turend on the television.

"It's 6:30 a.m. on Sunday, Dec. 31, 2006, as Chicagoans are preparing to ring in 2007 at the Sheraton Ballroom tonight with Marty Casey & The Lovehammers and Collective Soul," the newscaster's voice said.

Megan did a double-take. "Did he really just say today is New Year's Eve? It can't be..." she thought.

She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked down. She was in her pajamas. Then she remembered, Ted and she had a huge fight the night before, and somehow the lucky bastard got the bed. It was all just a dream...a very strange, extremely vivid dream where Marty ended up saving her life.

However, one thing stuck out in her mind; the fact that Ted had dumped her on New Year's Eve. Everything she had thought about him in the dream...that he was needy, selfish, and judged her incessantly for working to Spread the Love...all of it...every bit of it was true.

Megan stormed into the bedroom and Ted was taken aback. He thought she was coming in to make up and show her gratitude for him being her boyfriend. She ripped the covers off of him and kicked him to the curb as quickly as possible, and tossed his stuff out the window onto the lawn below.

No one was going to dump her on New Year's Eve, plus now she had a spare ticket to the NYE event. She had bought one thinking surely Ted would come around, but he hadn't...and with a sly smile she picked up the phone as she realized that the perfect guy to invite was the guy from the record store on the corner. He loved the Lovehammers almost as much as she did.

Maybe it would be a HAPPY NEW YEAR after all.

[starcrossed]

Megan's head still hurt. It felt like a hangover. However, she couldn't find any evidence of drinking in her apartment kitchen. The only rational reason for it was stress and a bad nights sleep, Megan thought.

Drinking a soothing cup of freshly brewed coffee, Megan gathered her clothes and headed for the bathroom. She was ready for a nice long shower.

Megan, couldn't help feeling excited and relieved that all the night's events had been just a bad dream. It was like a breath of fresh air. A breath of air, that swept the jerk Ted out of her life before any major damage was done. She was in control of her life....or at least that is what she thought.

Remnants of steam escaped her bathroom, as Megan dressed quickly to head out to the store. She practiced how she was going to ask Matt out for NYE. Megan had talked with Matt several times, and knew that he was a huge LH fan. More importantly at the moment she knew that he was single and had no plans for the evening as of yesterday.

"Where are those keys?"Megan was filled with a feeling of deja vue.

Then her heart stopped for a single breath, as she spotted a small object on her carpet. She hadn't notice it before, but it was very familiar in shape and size. It was the broken micro chip.

Megan gasped,"This is not happening!"

Taking the chip in her hand, she could clearly see the burn mark that Marty had made in it.

"What is wrong?..." a voice whispered in her head.

"What??Who in the hell just said that?!!!" Megan was shaking like a leaf.

She felt that all to familiar touch, Justin, she felt him everywhere in her head. The bad dream just became a full fledged nightmare.

[starcrossed]

In a moment she realized that it couldn't have been Marty last night. Rumor had it that LH was having a private party later at the hotel. He couldn't have came to her apartment. How would he have broken into her apartment anyway...his voice was too familiar....Justin....

He was everywhere...What was he? How did he get in...What kind of freak was he?

That still didn't explain Ted, or how he came back. Megan reached frantically for the phone. She dialed Ted's cell phone number...it rang several times and then a women's voice answered.

"Is Ted there?" Megan rambled off quickly.

The woman's voice began to break as she spoke. "Megan? Is that you? This is Ted's mother...Honey, last night ....Ted......Ted died in a car crash last night. He told me that you had a fight....he wanted to go with friends..."

Megan dropped the phone...Ted couldn't be dead...She kicked him out a few minute's ago....He was in her bed....She just broke up with him!!!!

What was going on? Megan's world quickly fell apart all around her.

The voice called out softly, "Reality is not what you think..."

[Cheza]

*Will have to think on this turn, Star! Good show!*

[oceancat46]

now we've moved from Days of Our Lives to Twilight Zone (or Heroes???)

LOVE IT!!!

[starcrossed]

Megan couldn't think. Her heart began to beat so hard in her chest, that she thought it was going to burst free of it's strained confines.

"Keys?Damn it, I need my freaking' keys!!!"

The apartment felt small around her, and she felt a desperate urgency to get out. She ran to the kitchen, and searched .... nothing. Megan couldn't remember where her keys were.

The dream... the last thing she remembered was fumbling in her coat pocket for her keys. The door had opened before she had a chance to use them.

Running to the closet, she searched for her coat. It was the fanciest one that she had...and she had planned to wear it for only special occasions. The NYE event was one such time.

Megan search both pockets. With a huge sigh of relief, she found that the keys were there. without a second thought she raced out the door, only sparing the briefest of moment's to grab her purse, cell phone and her everyday coat.

Megan did not remember that she had left her car at the Sheraton parking lot, until reaching the parking garage.

"Damn!!!! Nothing makes sense... Rachel has the keys....I need to call Rachel..she'll know...she has to..."her voice was hardly a breath.

Rachel's phone didn't ring, but went directly into a automated message service.waiting for the beep, Megan left a rushed message. She didn't know if anything she was saying made sense, but she only hoped that Rachel would call her back quickly.

Megan decided to walk to the corner store. If Matt was there, maybe he could help her.

The street was an icy and muddy mess. It hadn't snowed in Chicago as expected, but the streets were still a mess from the last bellowing storm that had passed through. The sidewalks were just slightly better. Though most people tried to keep the sidewalks clear, with the holidays not everyone was around to do so. However, Megan was on an mission. and the walking conditions didn't bother her in the least.

"NO!!!!!"

Megan almost bursted into tears, as she arrived at the store to find it closed. A hand-made sign was posted on the door that read "CLOSED FOR THE HOLIDAY. WILL OPEN JAN. 2, 2007".

She stood there, trying to decide what she should do. She wanted to call the police, yet she did not have a clue what to tell them. She knew that they would think that she was some nut job and send her away. She didn't know what to do... She didn't know who to trust..

"Don't run..." the voice filled her head once more. Then she realized that she wasn't standing alone any more, two very large men dressed in black were approaching her.

Terror filled Megan. At first she couldn't move, but she fought what only could be described as a overwhelming compulsion, and ran as quickly as she could. Fear raced through veins and powered her to move, despite the unsteady legs that held her up.

Megan couldn't think as she moved blindly forward.She raced up street after street,letting her fear guide her.There was not a single person on the streets. She was alone and two very large predators were on her heels, closing in quickly.

Running faster, she made a fast decision to turn into the nearby alley. She couldn't be sure of how far behind the men were. Megan prayed that she could hide there behind the dumpster and that they would not see her. She knew that it was a huge risk to take, being in the alley was worse than being on the street. However, she hoped that her otherwise brash decision would make the two men search for her on the street, and not look in the alley.

Megan hid behind the dumpster.

"God please...."Megan silently chanted a prayer to herself. She would have promised anything, just for her prayer to be answered.

Silence was all around her. Moments passed, but they felt like hours. No sound came...

Then a single word , from an all to familiar voice once more, "Sleep..."

"Justin?" The word never left Megan's lips as she fell into a cavern of darkness.

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Megan's mind was more clouded than ever, as she began to wake up. she became aware that she was laying on a bed in the center of a completely white room. There were no windows and a single door was at the far end of the room.


"Subject number 847 appears to be unharmed and she is gaining consciousness." A man in a white jacket began speaking into a tape recorder as he turned to exit the room. he wrote notes on a clip board, never turning to face her as he exited.


"Good to see your awake. I hoped I didn't force your mind too hard. That is something that rarely happens, but it does happen." Justin leaned his tall frame casually against a nearby wall , watching Megan's every movement as he spoke. He was all in black, sticking a complete contrast to the surroundings.

Megan couldn't find her voice, she was terrified for her life.

" I am not going to hurt you Megan. You are just in a bit of a predicament. That predicament of course being that you have fallen into a war that shouldn't be happening... I just can't figure out why it was you..."

Fighting the bile that was making it's way into her throat Megan found her voice,"I don't know what your talking about. Please just let me go and I promise I wouldn't say anything."

Justin's eyes warmed slightly. "Megan I am sorry to say that we can't do that...Do you realize that we are the only thing keeping you from being killed. Ted was just the first..."

"You killed Ted?...What did he do?? Why???" Megan felt the bile building once more, as panic that had consumed her most of the day, threatened burst through the frail flood gates of her soul.

" No, I didn't. But, some very nasty mortals trying to live there fantasy games did."

"What in the hell are you talking about?!!!"

"Megan, I need you to listen to me very clearly. I hate repeating myself...and I have never been a big fan of over dramatic women, so here it is..."

Megan felt the words even before Justin could speak them out loud.

" I am immortal. Species known to mortals as Vampire. The war that you have fallen into is not ours, but of mortals like yourself preparing to make there heated fantasies reality."

"What??"

"Please, don't inturrupt...that is just rude." Justin smiled as he continued,"Humans have had a fascination with immortals since long before the fables told to scare children were even created. Within the last fifty year a group called Darkness has decided that they wanted to bring the world of demons to life. Somehow they believe that they will be granted the gift of immortality by freeing them to the mortal world. Like payment for a job well done. In reality it will destroy life completely, even for immortals like myself.'

"But, if your a vampire...your a demon..."

"Tisk.Tisk. Interrupt again and you'll have to stay for detention." A glimmer of mischief danced in Justin's eye's as he continued, "Vampires and other species of the night have been cursed and our soul's cannot be placed to rest. The curse of the vampire is that life must be taken to survive. The punishment for taking a life is never to be at rest. Creating a vampire, well that just curses an innocent with the stench of death. They get to live forever, but the lives stolen before are now passed on...the curse continues. We are not demon's."

Megan found the courage to listen to Justin's words. She knew that she should not believe anything he was talking about, but everything inside her knew that he was telling the truth.

Justin's voice was clear as he progressed," They found a old book of the Forsaken and the Darkness plan's on opening the gate way between worlds. That chip that was planted in your shoe had the last of the ceremony on it. We got that back, but it's just a matter of time before they come looking for it...and you."

Megan spoke firmly, "I don't have it....Marty....you took it and broke it. How can I have something they want if you took it? I don't even know what's on it!"

"Doesn't matter. All they know is you had it and now your a loose end that they can not have around."

"Is that why they killed Ted? "

"Yes."

"Then why or who was in my bed this morning? Was that you?..."

" This morning? Ted was in your bed this morning?..."

"That wasn't you..."

"No. Trust me Megan, if I was in your bed you would remember... I promise."

Megan's heart fluttered. She chided herself, this was not the time to be thinking dirty.

"Megan, you will stay here until we decide with you."

"We? There are more of you?"

" Yes. And before you ask anything stupid about garlic and holy water...we are 'human' in every way...just that we can live forever."

As Justin turned to leave the room, Megan couldn't help but ask on last question.

"Are the Lovehammers like you?"

Never turning toward her, Justin spoke clearly over his shoulder "Maybe you should ask them that. I never was one to ruin a good story."

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Megan lay there - letting her mind flow from one thing to another - trying to make sense of what she had just heard ---

And -- it did explain some things -- after all - in a short time Marty had inspired people from all over the world to come together via the internet and form a bond of friendship that just wasn't found easily -- and these people were totally willing to do whatever crazy things that Marty and Dino suggested to promote the band - "share the love" -- and then there was Bobby's frequent messages to learn from history and look things up -- there had to be something behind all this --

But - deep in her heart and gut she knew Lovehammers aren't evil - they are a force for good -- so if Lovehammers are part of the vampires that Justin had just told her about - could that mean that in spite of legend and myth -- that vampires aren't evil either???

How could she know -- what should she do??? It was giving her a headache trying to figure it out - so she let herself drift off into sleep to escape.