So, I am back. Its been forever since I wrote anything on here. But maybe this time I can update sooner. Who knows. Anyway enjoy and let me know what you guys think. I am really starting to like writing about this stuff. :

THREE

Edgar watched the sun set and the land get dark. His mind racing with a million and one thoughts, all ending with his daughter. How he could have gone through life not knowing Rory had his child was beyond him and he felt that Alan knew something about this. Like everyone knew and they were all told not to tell him. That thought he shoved out of his head real fast, knowing that thought caused him anger and pain. Being left in the dark all these years caused him a different kind of pain then the pain he felt about his daughter. "It was her choice." Alan said from behind him, breaking his thoughts. Edgar didn't turn around, he just dropped his head and nodded. Edgar's back was to the Book O Neer's back door, he looked out on to the old town as the shadows disappeared and turned to darkness. Alan lend up against the door, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glued to his brother. "She didn't want you to know about Sam." "But you did?" Edgar asked stopping his brother short. "Yes." Alan said in a soft voice. Edgar felt his throat tighten.

He want to fight, to tell Alan how he felt but really there was no fight in him. Edgar sighed, "That doesn't matter now, this is my fault." Edgar said, taking Rory's side. He placed his hands in his face. "You didn't know." Alan said moving to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But I knew he was alive. I knew when Gunner first showed up in my shop." 'Gunner?" Alan questioned his brother. Edgar shot up, facing Alan he spoke with hope in his voice. "Yeah, he watches the Comic shop in Santa Carla." Edgar moved past him and back inside, back to Rory and Zoë. "That's still opened?" Alan said shocked. If anything he thought that their mother would have shut that store down when their father died. Not let some kid (if he was a kid) run it.

Rory placed her hand around her neck and rubbed it, it was starting to get sore. But she didn't mind that at all, the pain was to help her remind her that she was still alive and that she could still feel. Her eyes were starting to burn from dryness but every time she tried to close them they would just shot back up, it was like her body was telling her no you cant rest, not yet, not until you find your kid and go back home. To Star and Micheal, to your home, to safety. Rory stared down at Samantha's dairy, she drummed her fingers on the brown rough cover. She had spent her nights since Samantha's disappearance reading every page, every word, from cover to cover, from night to night and day to day. It was the only thing that gave Rory hope of finding her daughter and the only thing that told her of the life of her true daughter and how she lived her life, how she fall in love with the darkness. Rory felt the back of her short's pocket buzz, this was the third time her cell went off. Her team was calling her, probably Frank, he was the only one who really cared about where she was at and if she was okay. The others, Andy and Sid, did care but to a limit they were only on her team because they hated blood suckers just as mush as she did. Andy just took orders from Rory and she felt that was her purpose to the team, to follow. Sid had to feel like a big tough guy so he pretty much did what he pleased, and Rory was okay with that just as long as he showed up when she needed him.

Zoë kept her eyes on Rory, watching her move, watching her breath, watching her drum a brown colored book. She felt that if she took her eyes off of her she might do something to her or the store. And Zoë couldn't let that happen. "How old is she?" Zoë said, breaking the silence. Rory jerked her head up, "Hm?" She asked Zoë rising her eye brows. "How old is she?" Zoë repeated herself only this time saying each word slow. Rory curled up her upper lip at her, "She's 16." Rory snarled back. Zoë felt the need to smile at this but her ears heard the back door close and saw Edgar and Alan come in to view and once her eyes fell on Edgar her lips curled in to a smile and she bounced her way over to him. She noticed Rory shifting her weight and crossing her arms at Edgar. Zoë lend up against a table when Edgar stopped, the feeling of being by his side made her feel better about knowing Rory was his ex-lover. Edgar eyed her, and Zoë tossed a smile at him.

Edgar met Zoë's eyes and then put his forces back on Rory. "Gunner." He told Rory. She looked from him to Alan, "Is that supposed to ring any bells for me?" Alan shrugged and gave her a face that said, he was just as confused as she was. "He runs the Comic store in Santa Carla." Edgar informed her. "If anyone knows anything about David its him." Rory rolled her eyes at him. "Sometimes I wonder why I left that place." Edgar looked at her funny. "Every time I try to forget that place it somehow crawls back in to my mind." Edgar nodded at her, he to felt that the same feeling. Zoë lapped up and clapped her hands, "Road trip!" Every one in the room looked at her with "what the fuck" faces. "What?" She asked shrugging off their eyes.

"Yeah great. Let me just tell my people where to go." Rory said pulling out her cell phone and pushing some buttons. Rory turned her back to her past faces and let out some air. For some reason she wasn't liking where this was going to take her. But she would do anything to get her daughter back and to kill the vampire who took her away from her. "Hey. Yeah, I'm fine. No. Listen Frank pack up and head to Santa Carla, I'll met you there by sun rise." Rory said into her phone before clicking the end button to end the call. She turned back around and stuck the phone back in her pocket. "So lets go."

"I ride with Edgar!" Zoë said with out thinking twice. Edgar eyed her giving off your nuts look. "Um, sure." Edgar said. "That's cool, Alan can ride with me. I am going to need the company if I am going to make it there by sun rise." Rory said heading out the door, her daughters dairy in hand. Alan slapped his brothers shoulder, following Rory out the door. "See you at sun rise." Edgar nodded with a grunt.

"Come on, Zoë we have a long way to go and I need to make some phone calls back at my place." Zoë nodded, her stomach filled with jolts of shocking buzzes. She had been waiting for a moment when she could let lose and be wild again. She had heard stores of Santa Carla. Stores of when day and night were just equally as crazy. Where freaks were kings and queens. And where Edgar was at his best. And as Zoë got in to his truck and as the engine being to purr in her ear she thought that soon it would be the perfect time to show her real self to Edgar, the perfect time to get him to see her the way she saw him.