CAUTION: SWEARING (not that I really care... but you might)

Santa Carla Beach, 1987.

~ David's P.O.V. ~

I felt a cool breeze hitting my face as I lay uncomfortably on top of what felt like a bike. The wound inflicted by the antlers was excruciatingly painful in my chest. I groaned as I tried to move myself around with my eyes closed but soon I lost my balance on the bike and fell onto the soft sand below. Sand?

I opened my eyes and realised that I was at the beach with Michael's bike. How did I get here? I must have escaped after Michael pushed me but how? Then the memories started flooding back.

Victoria. Oh god! Not Victoria! I remember watching Victoria chasing Star into the taxidermy room with pride overwhelming me. She was so powerful, so beautiful and she was all mine forever. I watched as she pulled Star by the hair with a horn in her hand at the ready when I noticed Michael behind her. He had something in his hands and he was slowly raising it up in the air. It was a sharp piece of wood. He was going to stake her through the heart!I only just realised what was going on when he... Oh god! I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I slowly remembered every event up until I was shoved on top of those antlers.

I shook my head to somehow rid myself of the memory but it was persistent. I had to go back there. I didn't know how I'd gotten here but I had to go back and get her body. I couldn't just leave her there with those murderers! Those traitors!

I leapt onto the red bike and sped off towards Victoria's house. The pain from the wound weakened me considerably mixed with the torturous images of her face after being betrayed by her brother almost made me lose it completely. I saw her house only a few metres away and I could already feel the raw aggression seeping through my veins like a burning flame. In fact, that was probably the only thing keeping me going. I wanted to burn those two slayer brothers alive, I wanted to drown Victoria's little brother, Sam, in a bathtub filled with acid, I wanted to rip Star's head off and spit down her neck, and most of all, I wanted to tear Michael's limbs off one by one and feed them to his filthy dog. I wanted revenge.

I finally arrived at the Emerson house with hatred in my eye. I'd have to get revenge later when I was stronger. For now I'll just find Victoria's body. I quietly opened the back door and crept into the pungent taxidermy room. I scanned the room to find her but to no avail. They'd taken her already! I avoided detection as I checked each room of the house for her. I still couldn't find her.

The tremendous pain coming from my wound was getting to much for me to continue. I quietly opened the door to Victoria's room and rested on her bed. I instinctively felt guilty about the blood that was currently staining the sheets on her bed and tried to cover it but realised that there was no point. She wasn't coming back.

I heard a noise coming from outside the bedroom door and shot straight up, causing me to unconsciously groan as the pain stabbed at me.

"What was that?" It sounded like a woman's voice. I quickly locked the door and tried desperately to fit through the small window. The door knob rattled a few times and the woman's voice shouted out for help. I pulled myself back in and tried to push the window up some more but it refused to budge. I cursed at the stupid minuscule window that blocked my way to freedom. I could just break it but that would make my presence too obvious. When I want revenge, I want it to be a surprise.

I heard another more familiar voice outside the door. I had the sudden urge to open the door and strangle the treacherous slime but I was still too weak. I studied the contents of the room around me and there it was. The closet.

I quickly covered up the blood stain on the bed and shoved myself inside the closet. I hid myself behind as much clothes and junk as I could find before I heard someone throwing themselves against the old wooden door. The pain in my chest was taking over all of my senses but I managed to stay conscious.

SLAM!

Michael had managed to get through the old feeble door after about three goes. He probably broke the door beyond repair doing a stunt like that, not that I really cared.

"I could have sworn I heard someone in here..." The woman sounded slightly confused and worried as she entered the room.

"What did you hear mum?" Michael asked as his footsteps travelled around the room. So it was their mother that was being nosey. Should've known...

"It sounded like a groan and when I went to open the door, the locked clicked. Then I heard what sounded like swearing and somebody fumbling around with the window." I could just imagine getting the award for world's worst secret escape as the mother described the noise.

After a while of silence the was a gasp which I assumed came from the mother. "Male or female voice?" I heard Michael question. Fucking Sherlock Holmes! He's obviously found the large amount of blood on the bed sheets. So much for the surprise...

"I... I think it was... Umm..."

"What was it? Male or female?" Michael was starting to get impatient with his mother's indecisive manner.

"Umm... Male... I think... Yes, it was definitely male!"

There was silence except for the sound of somebody trying to open up the window more.

"Who do you think it was?" The mother seemed more worried now then she did when she first entered the room.

"I'm not sure but we have two missing bodies. One of which is male so..."

"Do you think it was him?"

"No, it couldn't be. I watched him and... the other die right in front of me. Staked through the heart. So they probably evaporated or burnt up or something that would leave no body behind. No two vampires die the same way mum." I was disgusted. He didn't even have the decency to tell his mother that her only daughter was dead. Revenge would be sweet.

"So, who do you think it was?"

"I don't know and I don't want to know." I could hear him walk out of the room leaving his mother behind in confusion. I waited for what seem like hours before I heard her footsteps leaving the bedroom. When I was certain that they had gone, I pushed my way out of the closet and squeezed through the window. Thanks to Michael's experimenting the gap was now big enough to crawl through. I landed heavily onto a thick tree branch and dropped clumsily to the ground with a deathly thud. I was getting weaker and weaker the more I moved. I needed blood.

I found where I had parked Michael's bike and set out in search of food. I couldn't serve out my revenge in my condition. I would have to wait. Wait till everyone is sure that I'm dead. I would strike when they had their own families and friends to lose. In the meanwhile, I'll search the globe for Victoria's body. As I flew past the cars on the stolen motorbike I hoped that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the only one who survived Michael's attempts on our lives.

Santa Carla Amusement Park, 2012.

~ David's P.O.V. ~

The images were flying through my mind of the revenge I had planned for so long as I searched in vain for... Her. I had only arrived back in Santa Carla three nights ago but I already knew everything about each victim. Where they lived, who they loved and what they did for a living as well as their routines. I'd spent sixteen years searching for... Victoria and another nine years plotting revenge and massacring families for practice.

I breathed in deeply and relaxed as I sat on an old wooden bench. Don't think about it now. Just relax. I heard the sounds of motorbikes underneath the blaring music which immediately took me down memory lane. THAT was the LAST thing I wanted. I opened my eyes angrily and listened to where the noise was coming from. After about a minute or two after the sound had stopped altogether I figured it was only a few metres away and walked towards the area. I looked around to see three teenage boys leaning against their bikes laughing at some joke.

The scene was so familiar to me for obvious reasons. I'd be walking back from somewhere to meet up with Paul, Marko and Dwayne and that scene would be exactly what I'd find. There's even an extra bike there... Hang on.

"No way..." I breathed. "No fucking way..." It was MY bike. The bike I could never find no matter how hard I searched and now it was sitting there right in front of me! I could feel the anger swelling within me. One of those teenage runts must have stolen my bike! I marched over to the boys with a face so dark, death itself would have run away in tears.

"Alright! Which one of you little pricks stole my bike?" I accused angrily. The boys just looked at me as though I was insane.

The one with short black hair snickered and lit a cigarette in his mouth. "What are you on weirdo? These are our bikes." I pulled him by the shirt and pointed at my bike.

"That bike." I stared at him straight in the eye. "So, don't get funny with me unless you have some sort of sick death wish." I pushed him away and looked at the other two boys who seemed to be a mixture of confusion and fury.

The one dressed as though he was going to a goth club walked right up to me and tried his hardest to stare me down, which wasn't working at all. "I don't know who you think you are but that's our leader's bike... And my girlfriend's. So, why don't you go find someone else to annoy before something bad happens."

What did he just say to me? I grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up off the ground with ease. "Why don't you go get your leader then? Hmm? Before I beat the shit out of you." He wasn't expecting that...

A hand rested on my shoulder. "Put him down and I'll go find her." I looked back over the boy's hand to see it belonged to the golden haired boy. He seemed to be the sensible one of the three so I obeyed. I dropped the wild haired goth and he immediately stumbled over and fell on his butt. The other two boys laughed at the clumsy oaf as he scrambled up to his feet.

I was getting irritated now. I turned to the golden haired boy who was laughing at his friend. "If I don't see your leader soon, I'm taking the bike by force." That got his attention. He started running and disappeared around the corner in search for their 'leader'.

"Like hell you are." The boy with short black hair was giving me the evil eye while folding his arms. "This bike isn't going anywhere without it's TRUE owner."

I grinned. "You know, that's exactly what I was thinking."

"Why don't you piss off?" The goth didn't seem to be too happy about me picking him up like that.

"Why? Are you afraid to be seen with your girlfriend? I'm sure she'd appreciate hearing that." I chuckled darkly as the short haired boy restrained the goth from tackling me to the ground.

"Victor! Stop it! She's not even your girlfriend!"

I almost died laughing.

"Shut up Dean!" Victor spat as he pulled away from Dean's tight grasp.

I was still laughing. "She's not even your girlfriend? Seriously? That's a bit pathetic Victor."

"Don't use my name! You don't know me and I don't know you. We're not friends. We're not even acquaintances. So don't go using my name like we're fucking 'best buds' alright?" Victor was in a very bad mood tonight...

"Alright, alright! I'm here! Calm down! Now what's this about a stolen bi..."

The two boys parted and I almost collapsed on the spot in shock and I think she felt the same.

"Victoria? Is that you?" I couldn't believe my eyes. After all this time of searching here she was. I reached up to feel her beautiful face in my hand. We stood in silence as my mind tried to decide if she was real, a hallucination or a dream. She finally responded by softly grasping my gloved hand with her soft pale one. God I missed her blue eyes. Those eyes that could turn the toughest warrior into the weakest insect within a few seconds. Her perfect red lips only breathed one question to me.

"David?"