Integra woke up, with one of her arms unpleasantly positioned across her body. She opened her eyes and saw she was in a nice hotel-like bed.

The blankets were warm and this was by far the most comfortable she had been during this whole ordeal. She closed her eyes for another moment, noticing how soft the sheets were against her legs.

Integra's eyes flew open as she realized her pants had been removed.

"Samuel," She called and Sam burst in, wiping his hair with a light towel. "Samuel, please explain to me what- what you've done with my pants…"

Sam stuck his head out the door and screamed, "Brother! What did you do with Integra's pants?"

A voice called back, "I don't know! You were the one who took them off! I just moved her!"

Integra thought of the worst they could have done to her, with her being asleep in their custody and being magically moved to a bed, and her eyes widened in horrified shock. Sam let out a cackle of laughter and gasped, "Aw, Integra, you didn't think- Aw, we aren't that bad that we would do that to you! And besides, then when I try to drink your blood you would be like 'Sam! Why can't you bite like a real vampire?' Well, I try to please you, and I try to please society but I'm just not as sexy as your vampire, with his fancy sex beams and love bites!" All said in one breath, Sam gasped for air. "But really, we brought you in here because you were having some nightmare, probably about your vampire boyfriend."

He stepped farther into the room, and his eyes brightened as he eyed up a dark article of clothing in the corner. He picked them up, using his thumb and forefinger as if it were contaminated, and threw them at Integra.

"Here you go," he said proudly, as if recovering Integra's pants was the greatest challenge to ever be tackled. Integra looked at him with her eyebrows raised because, with one of her hands hand-cuffed to a bed frame, it was fairly hard to put on one's pants.

"Oh, right," Sam blurted and stepped out of the room, where he shouted, "Brother! Come undo Integra's hand-cuffs for a minute!"

The burly man wended his way into the room, and unlocked her hand-cuff, but looking ashamed as he did so. He headed out of the room while Integra hurried to pull on her pants.

"Where are you going, Stanley?" Sam bellowed at his brother. "Come back here, you need to watch Integra. I've gotta go get meself a snack." Sam put on a childish accent that sounded like a pirate, and he waltzed out of the room. Sam's brother, Stanley, meandered back in.

After a few moments, Stanley notified Integra of why they brought her into the room, this time giving a valid answer instead of Sam's story.

"You were screaming and kicking and your wounds all opened up, I thought you weren't going to make it. But you toughed it out. Want a brandy to celebrate? No? Alright, just thought I would ask."

Integra didn't know what they did to all their food and drinks, so she politely refused his offer.

"I'm not like my brother you know. I'm being held here against my will too, or at least I no longer have the choice to leave. Do you want to know how Sam got that way? I'm sure it might help somebody find you if you know, even if it is a fairly disturbing story."

Integra nodded her head. If there was just a glimmer of what Sam's weakness was, she would hear it.

"Alright," Stanley sighed, "It all started when we were in school. Sam was picked on a lot but I stood up for him. Out mom always said I was such a kind soul. She also said that I would age well, like our father. I guess that cued Sam's lust for immortality. Doesn't every eleven-year-old want to live forever?

"So anyways, it was really dark one day. Stormy and cold. We were walking down this alley, and there was this shivering girl. I have to admit it; she was a pretty little thing. But Sam completely fell for her. He brought her home and she stayed late. We never saw her during the day. I was suspicious and she knew it. She didn't trust me."

A little girl was standing on the side of the road, bawling her eyes out. She was told by her parents that whenever she got lost, she should stay exactly where she was and never, ever talk to strangers.

A man in a grey sweater walked up behind her, with his hands in pockets.

"Evening," he said nonchalantly. The girl looked up, eyes wide. He scared her. You couldn't see his face behind the hood, only his eyes. They looked grey in this light. Grey and dead.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice going high like all voices do when they are talking to children.

"I-I'm lost," she sobbed, "But I can't talk to strangers."

"I'm not a stranger," the man bent down beside her and removed his hood.

"I seemed to lose Sam for a while. It was like he was no longer my brother. Just, well there's no simpler way to put it except that he was now her bitch. At meals he stared into space, or on that rare occasion that he stared directly at you, it was like he was looking through you, at the wall behind you, and the wall behind that one, and so on and so forth.

"She seemed to stay on very late, no matter what my parents said. Sam would fall asleep and she would just sit in his room for hours, and just before dawn, she would leave. Then come back at night. My room was right next to Sam's and the walls were very thin, so I heard almost all of their conversations."

Behind the hood was a man who looked no older than twenty, with a kind face and inviting eyes.

"How long have you been here for?" he asked, looking around. The girl shrugged and her bottom lip stuck out.

"Come with me," he suggested. "I can help you find your parents."

"No. I can't talk to strangers," she repeated.

"Come sweetie, I'll make sure you're with your parents soon enough."

"There was one night I remember very clearly. It was late at night and I couldn't sleep and I knew she was in Sam's room still. They were whispering, but I could still hear them clearly. She said 'Sam, I need to tell you something. It's important,' and I heard my brother telling her that he would do anything, absolutely anything. 'I'm not a normal person,' she said, 'I drink blood. I'm a vampire. I was bit many years ago.'

"I couldn't hear much after that moment, only that I was almost certain that Sam was going to die that night. She was almost certainly going to kill him. But then I heard something that just about made me sick, she said, 'I need blood. And bodies. But I need help.' I'm sure if Sam refused, he would have died but, again he said that he would do anything, anything for her."

"If you stay out here, a bad person could get you before your parents do. I'm on your side, sweetie. Just come with me."

The little girl looked around. A ways down the street, she saw a tall and shady man walking. He was wearing a big red coat and red hat. He was even scarier than the man standing before her.

"Ok, let's go. I want to go home."

"I went and told my parents about it very early the next day. I rarely worried. I was a strong person, like my father. I planned to get into politics just like him. So my parents half believed me but they also tried to get me to remember if it was just a dream.

"I knew what I heard and so then I had been reading books upon books about vampires and before I knew it I think Sam started getting food for his girl. Not killing yet, lord no, but maybe just knocking people out so she could kill them while they were unconscious.

"But anyhow, I thought I had to stop it."

"Do you live close to here?"

"N-no. I don't know how to get home…" The little girl sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve.

"Come, I have a telephone. You'll be home in no time."

"I was very worried. I didn't sleep at night; I didn't pay attention in school on the rare occasion that I still went to school. I wanted to keep my brother alive and well.

"My parents started getting so worried for me and I kept telling them that it was Sam they should be worried about. So eventually they decided to listen to me. They talked to this girl and she seemed innocent enough, the fools decided to let the innocent girl go.

"But one night, one really dark night, Sam came home with the girl with blood on both of their hands.

"My parents pretended not to notice, but my father instantly rushed me and my mother outside after the resided in Sam's room. I dunno who he phoned, but not even an hour later, I'm pretty sure you're organization showed up. I can't remember who was currently running it, and they only sent a couple of people, but they got the job done."

"Can you maybe take me to the police?" the girl asked timidly.

"No no no!" the man said hurriedly, "No, the police don't know what they're doing. I do."

"Told us that Sam was unfortunately killed. Apparently the girl was trying to turn him into a vampire, and they shot him just in case. I knew they lied.

"We were all grieving the loss of Sam, when he stumbled out the front door, as if on his way to school. But his actions were zombie-like. He walked up to us, like every day, but we could see the bloody pair of bite marks on his neck, and he looked up at all of us. Dad always said eyes were windows where you could see the soul. There was no soul in Sam's eyes. My dad pulled out a huge silver cross from around his neck and told Sam to never show his face to this family again, to never come back.

"Sam looked hurt and scared, but he ran away. I followed. I couldn't let my own brother be disowned like that. And since then, I had started killing for Sam. My first murder was winter of that year. And then he expected it of me, to kill, to get blood for him."

"Come, I know that a railroad shack doesn't look nice, but I promise I have a phone."

"I'm scared. I want to go home!" the girl shrieked.

"Hush, child, I'll get you home!" The man snarled with some hostility in his voice.

"Sam wasn't normal though. I think he's a half-vampire or something. He didn't have the pointy teeth, and claims that as a big disappointment. He also ages, although very slowly. This was years ago, but how old does he look? Just a little younger than yourself.

"Oh God, I wasted my life!" Stanley moaned and ran his fingers through his hair. "If I gave you a gun, would you shoot me in the head?"

Integra had taken all this in, silently judging what she heard, and nodded.

"Thank God somebody would," Stanley sighed.