Life is About to get a Whole lot Weirder

Chapter 1: Felicity

"Guys?" Felicity said into her headset. "Guys? Talk to me. What's happening?"

Gun chatter exploded through her headset and made her jump in her chair and then the coms collapsed into total silence.

"Oliver! What is going on? Is everyone alright?" She unclamped her hands from the death grip she had on the table in front of her and moved to the computer. She had hacked into the warehouse cameras, but no one was in sight, both the good guys and the bad guys were gone.

"Where the hell did you guys go?" Her fingers flew across the keyboard and got the street cameras view up and running on another monitor. Not two seconds later, Oliver in his green hood outfit came up on her screen with an arm under Diggle helping him stand. They were hobbling out of sight so Felicity hacked into the next street camera she could find and watched them pop up again.

Static finally responded through her headset and then so did Oliver. "We're good. A little banged up but fine."

"Oh, thank the- What happened out there? Is Digg alright?" Felicity asked as she watched them move out of sight on her screen and got ready to hack the next camera.

"He's fine, bullet graze on his thigh."

"That's not fine, Oliver!"

"I'm breathing Felicity, could have been a whole lot worse," Digg interrupted.

"What do you mean? This was only supposed to be a re-con night!" Felicity fired back, throwing her hands in the air for emphasize, only to bring them back down again because there was no one there to see her. "I repeat, what the hell happened?"

"Four un-accounted gunmen. That's what happened," Oliver said. "We're on our way back now, can you please get the necessary medical supplies ready Felicity?"

"That's not an explanation," Felicity said under her breath. She shook her head and said louder this time, "Yes, what is your ETA?"

"20 minutes."

"Take it slow Digg, don't hurt yourself more and Oliver, get him back in one piece!"

"Anything for you Felicity," Digg replied.

Felicity took off the headset, looked at it and said, "That's right," before setting it on the table. She leaned back in her chair and spun it around a few times to take a look around at the Foundry, or as she liked to call it: The Arrow Cave. She took it all in, the bows, arrows and targets, other miscellaneous weapons, the sparring matt and exercise equipment, the medical table and numerous other gadgets, and said aloud, "When did life get so weird?"

Felicity was double checking she had all the medical stuff out and ready for Digg and Oliver when she heard a loud crash that sounded like it came from the alley behind the club and secret entrance to the Arrow Cave.

"What the -," she said and looked at the time. Only 10 minutes had gone by. "I told them to take it easy! But does anyone listen to me? Nooo, no they don't!" She grabbed the a cloth to make sure Digg didn't leave a blood trail and started climbing the stairs to meet them in the alley.

"Either you hit every single green light on the way here, which by the way, is almost statistically impossible unless I manually do it for you! Or you did the exact opposite of what I told you to do," she said before she was all the way out the door.

But it wasn't Oliver and Digg in the alley. There were three men. Three very large men. One of which was on the ground with a cut on his forehead and a knife stuck in his side. That would explain the loud noise, Felicity thought in a daze, because the man must have knocked over every trash can when he landed there. The other two men looked like they were trying to kill each other. In fact, one had a large machete and was definitely aiming to take the other's head off.

"Hey!" popped out of Felicity's mouth before she even knew what was happening. Her loud call caused the man with the machete to pause mid strike, which gave an opening for the other man to wrap a hand around his foes throat and throw him against the wall closest to Felicity. . . who was a good ten feet away. Felicity let out an audible squeak when the man's body hit the wall with a crunch and the machete clattered out of his hands and onto the ground.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she repeated aloud and brought her hand up to her ear to call for Oliver over the coms, only to realize she had taken her headset off and it was presently on her desk, in the Arrow Cave. The obviously very strong man turned and started stalking toward her with a very predatory smile on his face.

"Right," Felicity started in a shaky voice. "I don't know what is going on here, but I am being very serious when I say that you do not want to be in this alley right now. Someone is going to show up and be extremely mad that you are messing around and trying to kill people in his city," she rambled on while holding her arms out infront of her and slowly backing up to the door. "It's kind of his job - well more, I would say his life's mission to keep this city safe, and this. . . this is not looking too safe here buddy. So, if you just walk away I won't even tell him you were here!"

The man kept stalking forward, his smile getting unnaturally bigger the closer he got. "Any minute now, Mister. He is going to get here, any minute now," Felicity said in a small voice, now backed up completely against the Arrow Cave door.

"No one is coming. It's just you, me, and the knocked out Winchesters," the man said.

"The Winchest- the what?" Felicity croaked out, unable to shut up as always.

"The Winchesters. The only two people actually equipt to save your sorry life in this city," he said with a smile that lifted his lips and allowed extremely sharp fangs to pop out through his gums. "Tell me lovely," he started and then looked Felicity up and down, from her blonde hair and glasses, down her bright red tight dress and matching pumps and back up into her eyes. "Do you believe in vampires?"

Felicity swallowed her scream and staggered out, "What- what are you?"

"I just told you. . . a vampire. And you my lovely just saved my life," he reached out and stroked her cheek. "Too bad, I'm too hungry to spare yours."

A laugh sounded out from the behind the vampire and he turned, only to have his face meet an incoming fist and then have his head say hello to the ground. The machete man stood over him and asked, "Really? That's the line you went with? I mean, it could have been worse. . . you could have pulled the 'I'm your worst nightmare' line, but still . . ."

The vampire snarled and with unbelievable speed was off the ground and holding machete man by the throat against the wall next to Felicity, who stumbled back away from them. Machete man struggled and tried to get out of the grip, but instead turned his head as much as he could, looked Felicity in the eyes and croaked out, "Don't look."

Something in his eyes made her follow his orders. She brought her hands up to cover her face and turned her back on them. Two seconds later she heard a slice, a gurgle, a thump and a voice say, "God, that was a close one."

Felicity dropped her hands and turned around to see the vampire on the ground, missing its head. Her hands immediately went back up to her mouth to swallow another scream. She looked back up at the man and watched him drop the machete and bring a hand up to the back of his head.

"That was a," Felicity stuttered. "You just. . . you just, you just."

"That was a vampire. He was going to kill you. You heard him. You saw his fangs. Now forget about it, him, us, tonight. We're going to leave, right now," he said in a low calm voice that brokered no argument. He brought his hand down from his head, it was bloody. "Son of bitch! That hurt!" He turned and started looking around, and obviously not finding what he was looking for called out, "SAMMY? Where are you? I swear, if that pointy tooth bastard killed you, I will bring you back to life and kill you again for being so sloppy!"

Felicity registered that he must be looking for the other man that was thrown into the trash cans, so she turned and pointed to him, still unable to find her voice. Machete man followed her her arm and blanched. He ran over to the man and got down on the ground to check him out.

"Sammy? Come on, Sammy, wake up!" he begged and started using his coat sleeve to wipe blood off the forehead cut only to see the knife stuck in the man's side. "Oh, God. Sammy," he said and pulled the knife out. The man jerked awake with a grunt of pain.

"Jesus, Dean! Are you trying to kill me?" the wounded man cried out.

"No, you idiot! I thought you were already dead!" he dropped the knife on the ground and placed his hand over the wound. The knife looked like some type of large jagged military blade.

The raw emotion and worry coming off the man made Felicity feel helpless. Yes, the wounded man was alive, but it didn't calm machete man down. A blade that size could have easily hit some internal organs. She clenched her fists tight and felt the cloth she had brought up for Digg still in her hand. She looked down at the white material and knew she had to do something, at least until Oliver and Digg showed up. She ran over to the two men. . . what did that thing call them? The Winchesters? And got down on her knees and pressed the cloth to the man's side.

"Here, keep his head elevated and the cloth pressed hard against the wound." Felicity looked at machete man and couldn't help but ask, "What the hell was thing? There are no such things as vampires . . . but he had. . ."

He peaked over at her and asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"No, not in the real-life sense, you know, spend 10 years of your life going to school way. . . but I deal with stuff like this all the time," she paused and looked over at the decapitated man-thing. "Well, not exactly stuff like this. My team doesn't usually decapitate the bad guys. Nor do said bad guys have extra. . . teeth."

"Your team?" he asked.

"Never mind that! You didn't answer my question: What the hell was that thing?" Felicity asked and then began checking the wounded man's pulse.

"The bastard said it himself! A VAMPIRE. You saw his fangs, he was about to kill you!" Felicity tried to interrupt him, but he cut her off and said, "Look lady, if you help my brother, I'll answer any and all your questions about everything that goes bump in the night, including vampires."

"Fine, I'll get my car. The hospital is only 8 minutes away."

"Who's she?" the wounded man asked through pained eyes which began to close again. "I swear Dean, if there is a hot blonde in a 15 mile radius, you'll find her."

"We can't go to the hospital," Machete man said ignoring the other man and gave her a pleading look. "Look, he's my little brother. . . " he stopped and started again, "We just cannot go to the hospital, and I know how that sounds, but I swear we're the good guys here. Even though it doesn't look like it."

Felicity stared him down, she'd been in a similar position before. Hell, so had most of her friends. And after all, the man did just save her life. "Frack! Fine! Can you lift him? Because there is nothing little about your brother."

Then it was machete man's turn to stare her down and after a few seconds his lips finally quirked up in a small one sided smile and said, "Yeah, I can lift him."

"I am SO going to regret this! Follow me," Felicity said and got up and went to the Arrow Cave door.