Author's note: My intent with this is a multi-chapter fic based around what happened to Kate Fuller after the events at the Titty Twister. I realise it's not terribly exciting or action-packed. Not really the point though. Will probably bring some of the other characters into this eventually. We'll see.

Kate watched as Seth's car disappeared in a cloud of dust down the road to El Rey. As quickly as the outlaw had blown into her life he was gone, having left behind a trail of destruction in his wake. Though the Gecko brother didn't come out unscathed. He had been remorseful. The money felt heavy in her hands.

Vampires. Fucking vampires. Even now it seemed completely unreal. Like some kind of nightmare she was just now waking up from.

The sun beat down on the earth, unhindered by clouds in the Mexican sky. Never had Kate been more thankful for the light of day in her life. Today it felt like a Godsend despite the scorching heat. It was hotter than Hell. Beads of sweat rolled down her blood-caked skin.

When the dust had settled in the distance the girl turned to the RV. First thing was first, get far away from this place. Willing herself to not take a final look at the Titty Twister Kate climbed aboard the vehicle and dropped into the drivers seat. The keys had been left in the ignition. With a twist of the wrist the engine roared to life followed by an abrupt lurch forward. Slowly speed climbed and the bar vanished behind her like a mirage.

Aside from the hum of the RV everything was completely silent. It was peaceful. Unusually so. 30 minutes passed without much thought of where she was going. Her mind stayed empty, body only slightly attuned to the mundane task of driving. Numbness had set in. The situation hadn't been able to fully to permeate her brain.

There seemed to be nothing but desert for miles around.

Blue eyes traveled from the road, down the dashboard, across the steering wheel and over her arms. Kate flexed them slightly. The blood had dried, making the skin feel stiff. Sweat had stuck hair to her forehead. She didn't need to look in a mirror to know how much of a mess she was. Now seemed as good as any time for a break.

The seventeen year old pulled the vehicle to the side of the road and lifted her tired body from the seat. The RV probably had enough water for a short shower. And God knows she needs to get out of these filthy clothes. To get stopped by anyone while looking like this would be compromising.

Kate locked the door and made sure all the windows were secure. When satisfied with that she walked back to the small bathroom, pulling the grimy shirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor. The rest of her clothing quickly followed suit, all lying discarded across the ground. She stepped into the shower and slid the flimsy divider shut. It seemed smaller than the last time she had been in it. How that could possibly be when last time it was also with both Gecko brothers made no sense. It felt claustrophobic though.

Warm water sprayed across her shoulders, running down her back. She tilted her head up with eyes squeezed shut. Standing there the steam rose around her and thoughts began to swim. What was she going to do after this? Where was she going? The pipes groaned as the shower tried to pull more water from the tank. Sputtering, the flow weakened momentarily. She'd told her father this RV was a piece of junk when he brought it home. He'd been so excited about it. Proud of it even. Hard to think that wasn't more than a month ago.

"You bought a what?" She'd asked, incredulous.

Jacob smiled as he patted the side of the bulky machine, "A recreational vehicle."

"AKA an RV," Scott popped up next to his adoptive sister looking amused. "It's like a fancy trailer. We are seriously turning into rednecks, dad."

"Oh, hush."

Kate ignored their banter and walked closer to the vehicle. She crinkled her nose in disgust. "How old is this thing? It's so tacky!"

"Well, I'm old and tacky and yet you seem to like me alright." With hands on his hips her father cut a playful look across at his two children. Despite herself she had to laugh.

The shower gurgled. Chest tight, breathing becoming difficult. She opened her eyes again and glanced down at the floor. Russet water swirled around the drain. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Hot tears stang her eyes.

"Go home, Kate," Seth had told her. Jesus Christ, her entire family is dead. What was she going home to?