A/N: Hey, so I rearranged the chapters so now they're in chronological order. But I didn't write them in order, so if you see any timeline issues, pleas let me know!


1. In Which the Vampire Meets the Werewolf

THE noxiously cheery tune of 1985 by Bowling for Soup taunted Elliot from the open door.

He hadn't been in the best of moods earlier to begin with. It had been raining all week and suddenly the day that he's supposed to move into the halfway house the sun decided to make an appearance. Hunched over in his dark coat, baseball cap, and sunglasses, Elliot looked shifty to say the least, even by his standards. Then there was a problem with the train five minutes after it had left the station. Every passenger ended up sitting motionless for twenty minutes while the mechanics did their work, and the kid behind him got a nosebleed. It was the most uncomfortable trip of his life, and Elliot had lived through the 60's.

Now, to put the rotten cherry on top of this crappy day, he was trapped outside in the sun holding his suitcase, staring down a smug werewolf that was lounging nonchalantly in the front hall. The old Elliot would have throttled the mutt as soon as he was able to get his hands on him. However, the new and improved Elliot was more evolved than that; he was above his temper. That, and this werewolf was the most terrifying person Elliot had ever laid eyes on. The beast sported hideous scars on every inch of exposed skin, the worst of it around his mouth. This did give the vampire second thoughts about starting a fight.

The werewolf refused to invite Elliot inside. They had been caught in this standoff since Elliot rang the doorbell ten minutes ago. If this day got any worse, he would stake himself through the heart.

"Do you really want to start off like this, pooch?" The werewolf said nothing in reply, just kept on grinning. Elliot dropped his suitcase on the sidewalk and crossed his arms. "Just you wait," he said under his breath.

"You think you can take me?" the mutt asked, looking amused.

"Everyone has to sleep," said Elliot darkly.

"Yeah, including sober vampires."

Drat, he was right.

Just then, their supervisor, Rudy chose that moment to walk into the front yard from the side of the house. The scrawny kid looked like a giant stick bug, wearing clothes that were two sizes too big and walking in such a way that emphasized the fact that he was all elbows and knees. As soon as he spotted Elliot, a giant smile broke across his face.

"Oh good, you're here. I was beginning to think you slipped off the wagon and ditched us. Heh, heh." The awkward chuckle at the end of his sentence petered off. Elliot wasn't impressed, especially since the werewolf seemed to be tickled pink.

"I've been on the wagon for three years," he deadpanned. "My train was delayed."

Rudy blushed and stuffed his hands into his pockets, making his shoulders hunch and giving him the appearance of having no neck. "Right, sorry. Stupid comment, I wasn't thinking." Elliot nodded, and the human seemed to recover somewhat. "Why don't you come in?"

Elliot stooped to pick up his neglected suitcase, but when he tried to follow Rudy, he still felt repelled by the open door. The vampire cleared his throat and caught the supervisor's attention. "Would you mind turning that question into a definitive statement?"

The werewolf chewed on his lip, trying hard not double over busting a gut. Elliot ground his teeth and wondered if saddling the mutt with a shock collar would be crossing a line. He eyed Rudy's bony frame.

Yeah, he could probably get away with it.