Well, I thought I should write a bit about Jez and Morgead's life together prior to Huntress. Series of one-shots. Won't necessarily be in chronological order.

I don't own Night World. Or Jez. Or Morgead. (This world is cruel...)

Morgead

First Sight

"Fine. Go," Morgead's mother said, not looking at me.

He walked outside. His mother was getting ready to meet one of her many boyfriends. Morgead had asked if he could go out that night.

She didn't kick up a fuss. She never did.

He walked around in the encroaching dusk. It was almost seven, late for a six-year-old to be out alone, but not for a creature of the night.

Morgead whirled a stick around, pretending to swordfight like they had in the movie he's seen last week.

It had been meant for older kids. Morgead was allowed to watch older kids' movies.

He was sword fighting under a tree when the angel fell. She shrieked, long red hair swirling around her. She landed heavily on me, almost causing Morgead to stab himself with the sword. She leapt up immediately, saying "Sorry!"

Morgead stood up. She was definitely a vampire. She had that pale creaminess to her skin, that hunting light in those silver-blue eyes. She was a bit younger than him.

"I'm Jez. Jez Redfern," she said, smiling beautifully.

Morgead smiled back, not able to stop himself. "Morgead Blackthorn," he said back.

"Jez!" A voice called.

"That's my uncle," the angel, Jez, said. "I'd better go. See you, Morgead."

She smiled and walked away. Morgead stared after her. He was in love.

Jez

Jez had gone to the nearest playground with her uncle Bracken. She loved climbing the trees and swinging on the swings. She didn't like the sand pits. Sand always got into her eyes.

She was climbing the tree nearest to the big swings, singing under her breath, and she saw him.

It was a boy with a mop of tousled black hair and pale skin. Jez thought that he was a vampire. He was playing with a stick, swinging it around and making noises.

Jez didn't know many boys, but she knew that they were annoying. She backed away on the tree, not wanting him to see her. But her foot slipped.

She hit her shin on one of the branches and cried out in pain. She fought desperately to hold onto the branch, but fell directly on the boy.

She sprang up. She didn't want the boy to hit her.

"Sorry!" she said.

The boy stood up. His eyes were the brightest green Jez had ever seen. They were like jewels.

"I'm Jez. Jez Redfern," she said, smiling. Her uncle had always told her to be polite to strangers.

The boy stared at her with wide eyes.

Finally, he smiled back. "Morgead Blackthorn," he said. He seemed a bit shy.

"Jez!" Jez heard her uncle Bracken calling.

"That's my uncle," she said. "I'd better go. See you, Morgead."

She looked back over her shoulder when she was with her uncle.

The boy stayed, staring at her.

Aww... He falls in love with her as soon as he see's her.