A/N: Hey, guys! Thank you once again to everyone who has followed or favorited this story! It really means a lot to me!
Also, I just moved in to my dorm and will begin my first year of college classes next week. Because of this, updates are probably going to start getting slow as I'll be focusing on my classes. I'm going to try and write whenever I can, so don't freak out when I haven't updated in a while.
(I do not own The Lost Boys, only Mia and any other OC that pops up.)
"Mia, honey, are you still sleeping?"
Mia was roused from her slumber to hear a light knocking at her bedroom door. Each knock sent a wave of pain coursing through her head and she buried herself farther underneath her covers in an attempt to stop it.
She felt horrible, all the way from her head to her toes. Her body hurt, especially her head, and she was terribly thirsty.
The knocking stopped, thank god. She thought that whoever was at her door would just leave her alone, but she realized that this wasn't the case as her bedroom door opened and someone walked inside. "Mia?" Her mother asked and she felt the side of her bed dip down. Mia hesitantly lowers the blankets from around her head and peeks out at her mother. "Sorry, I didn't think you would still be in bed." Lucy apologized as she sees Mia was still half-asleep. Mia could only imagine that she looked like hell based on the way that she currently felt.
"S'okay." Mia mumbles out, but doesn't make any motion to move. She hurt way too bad to even think about sitting up. She really just wanted her mother to leave so she could go back to sleep. "Is there something you wanted?"
"I just wanted to thank you for getting Michael back home last night."
Mia blinked twice, unsure of what her mother was talking about. She faintly remembered that Michael had never came back home after going out with Star, David, and the rest of the group a couple nights ago, but everything after that was one big giant blur. Had she gone out looking? She didn't remember and that terrified her. She couldn't let her mom find out what was happening, though. She had been through enough stress already. "Yeah, no problem, Mom." Mia tries to smile, but knows it ends up looking fake.
Why couldn't she remember anything? What had happened? She thinks she remembers going out looking last night, but then what? Did her loss of memory have something to do with the way her body felt like hell at the moment? Why the hell couldn't she remember anything?
"What time is it?" Mia struggles to sit up, her body protesting underneath her.
"It's almost two." Lucy smiles as she tucks a piece of Mia's hair behind her ear. "Jesus, Mia! You're freezing! Do you feel okay?" Her hand moves to feel Mia's forehead.
"I'm fine, Mom." Mia shakes her mother's hand off of her. She was very far from fine though. She was internally freaking out and just wished that her mother would leave the room, so she could try to figure out what the hell had happened. "Promise." She adds seeing the unsurety in her eyes.
"All right, but if you need anything just let me know. I've got to head into work in less than an hour." She leans forward and kisses the top of Mia's head before getting up. She gave Mia one last look before leaving the room and softly closing the door behind her.
Mia sat up in bed, her blankets held tightly against her chest as she struggled to not start panicking. But she couldn't remember, no matter how hard she tried to make the memories come up. No matter how deep she searched inside her head, everything just ended up all black and murky.
Relax, Mia. She forces her breathing to slow. She wasn't going to accomplish anything if she couldn't calm down. The more relaxed she was, perhaps the easier it would be to get her bearings. Just try and start from the beginning. What do you remember first about yesterday?
That was fairly easy to remember. She had slept in late, only to be awoken by her mother. She had come in the room and asked if Mia knew what had become of Michael because he never came home that night. Michael didn't show up the rest of the day either, so what had Mia done about that?
She had called a cab!
Mia felt her nerves slowly unbundle as the night's events slowly started reappearing inside her mind.
That's right, she had called a cab and went out to the boardwalk in order to search for Michael. She had been so sure that David and his friends had done something to Michael and that was why he had never came back home. It hadn't taken her long to find David, Marko, Dwayne, and Paul and she had ordered them to tell her what they had done to her brother. Her face began to redden as she remembered the taunting and flirtatious remarks they had thrown her way while she tried to get information about Michael from them. Finally, Mia had gotten somewhere when David had told her he would take her to her brother. She hadn't wanted to go with them, the mere thought had terrified her, but was left with no choice in the end. She had gotten on David's bike-she blushed once more at the thought-but then there was nothing. She couldn't remember a single thing after going with them to locate her brother.
Mia groaned in frustration as she fell onto her back on the bed. What had they done to her? Why couldn't she remember what had happened last night? Why did she feel so shitty? She hadn't gotten drunk, had she? She had had a hangover or two in her lifetime, but this didn't exactly feel like a hangover. Even if it did feel like a hangover, Mia knew that it couldn't have been one. Even if she couldn't remember what had happened, Mia knew that she would have never let herself even touch alcohol while alone with those boys, let alone get drunk. She wasn't that stupid.
There was another short knock on her door. Mia wanted to tell them to go the hell away, but the door opened before she could utter a single word.
"How you holding up, Mia?"
Mia shoots up when she hears Michael speak, but immediately retracts when the light from the hallway hurts her eyes and causes her head to explode in a new wave of pain. Her arms cover her face and she dives back underneath the covers to protect herself from the light and cause the pain to settle down once more. She faintly hears the door close and she thought that Michael had left until she felt the bed dip down to her left. Her mother had said that she had brought Michael home last night, but she didn't remember doing so. Why was that?
"What happened, Michael?" She asks still covering her eyes with her arms and not facing her brother. She knew that she should probably be angry with him, but she was too tired and too confused to act out on it. "I can't remember anything."
"Here," Michael gently pulls back the blankets back from Mia's head and pushes something into her hands. Mia cautiously moves her arms to find a pair of sunglasses. She gives Michael a questioning look, but gratefully pulls them on. It helped with the light that still seeped into her bedroom.
"I don't feel good, Mikey." Mia whines. Her throat was starting to burn and her head still ached.
"It's okay, Mia. You're going to be fine. Just go back to sleep, 'kay?" Michael brushes her hair back behind her ear. "I promise I'll explain as much as I can when you wake up."
Mia wanted to argue, really she did, but her bed began to feel really comfortable and her eyes became really heavy. "You better." She manages to slur out before her eyes close for good and she falls back asleep.
~TLB~
By the time that Mia woke up again, she felt a ton better than she had earlier. Her head still felt like it weighed a ton and she was still unbelievably thirsty, but the rest of her body didn't ache any more and she felt much lighter.
Slowly, she unwrapped herself from her blankets and stretched her arms while yawning. She froze, however, when she saw that the clock on her wall read it was almost seven o'clock. She had slept the entire day away.
Mia tiredly gets up from her bed, surprised to see that she was still in her t-shirt and jeans from the night before. While she loved skinny jeans, they were not the most comfortable thing to wear. Her leather jacket had been thrown haphazardly on the floor by the bed. Why had she not changed out of her clothes the night before? Running a hand through her hair, Mia collapses back down on the edge of her bed as she tried to once again remember what happened. Nothing made any sense at all. And why was she so damn thirsty?
Attempting to ignore the burning in her throat, Mia once again went through the events that she managed to remember earlier in the day. She had gotten on the back of David's bike...and...they had raced along the beach...yeah! That was right! She had enjoyed it, the thrill of the ride and her hands around David's waist. This last memory caused Mia to blush bright red. What had gotten in her head? Since when had she been attracted to David in that way? He was nothing but an arrogant douche bag who really needed to learn how to treat women correctly. But then again, so did the rest of the boys. So why had she felt that tug of attraction to them?
Mia shakes her head to clear her head. She could rant about why she hated David and the others at another time, but now she needed to focus on remembering what exactly had taken place the night before.
Okay, so she, by some idiotic reason, had found herself on the back of David's bike to go find Michael. But they hadn't taken her to Michael, had they? No, they had taken her to some sort of cave by the cliffs. It had been a...resort? Yes, a resort that had sunk when the 1906 earthquake happened. At least that was what David had told was where they lived, though as much as Mia had felt at ease there, she couldn't understand why they would want to live there? Mia had been angry at David because he had told her that they would take her to him, but they hadn't. They had made her wait there with them. She hadn't liked it, as the boys had continued to flirt with her, getting much too personal with her than she had felt comfortable with. And then, Mia cringed, David had pulled her on his lap. She had tried to move, at least she thought she had, her brain had started to get a bit fuzzy at this point. It was as if he had started to mess with her head again, like the other day when she almost got on the back of his bike when she really didn't want to. Then, Marko had brought out the wine. She hadn't wanted to drink, it would be incredibly stupid of her to do so, but she had thought that one little sip wouldn't hurt her.
Oh, god!
Mia puts her head in her hands when the next wave of memories come tumbling back inside her head. She didn't know how much she had ended up drinking, but the effects of the wine had been almost instantaneous. Everything important seemed to have faded from her head and all she could focus on was David and how good he had smelled. Dwayne had said she was one of them now, she still didn't understand what that had meant, and then...oh god...it hurt to think what had happened next. She couldn't remember exact details, but she did remember the way she had lost control of herself. Her face turned beet red as she remembered the way that she had let them touch her, let all of them touch her. Everything from that point was hazy, but how had she let herself get in that situation? She was smarter than that. She was better than that. That wasn't like her at all.
Mia felt like she would burst into tears at any moment; she was incredibly upset with herself. After Nick, Mia had set up strict guidelines for herself and her future conduct with any guy and she had broken nearly every one of them. How could she have been so stupid? Mia wasn't usually very self-conscious, but the thought of facing them again after what she had done made her feel all sick inside. She had planned on avoiding them before now, but after this she really meant to do everything she could to never see any of them again, ever. She was done with their stupid games. She was done with them.
She was never going to see or talk to them again and then she was going to forget that anything had ever happened and move on. She could do that, she was good at moving on from past mistakes. She could just forget that the past few days ever happened and continue on with her summer as though it never happened.
Mia felt a tad better with this thought and forced herself to stand up to go turn on the bedroom light. She would get herself a change of clothes and then go take a shower. Hot showers always helped Mia to feel better. Mia walked over to the light switch and flicked it on. She screamed, however, when the light burned her eyes and she was forced to quickly turn them off.
What the hell was that? She remembered a similar reaction when she had woken up hours ago, but she felt so much better now. Why were her eyes so sensitive? Why did the light burn so badly?
"Hey, Mia, you okay?" She heard Michael ask her on the other side of her door and she suddenly grew very, very angry. Last night was all his fault. None of it would have ever happened if he hadn't run off and worried her and her mother half to death.
Mia whipped the door open, wincing back when the hallway light hurt her eyes. She scrambled over to where Michael's sunglasses had fallen off while she was sleeping before spinning around to see a concerned looking Michael.
"No, I'm not okay!" She yells crossing her arms. "You just had to go off with them, didn't you? Do you know how scared I was, thinking that they had done something to you? Thinking that they had hurt you? I was left with no choice but to go crawling up to them to get you back, letting things that shouldn't have happened, happen. And I still don't entirely know what the hell is going on and it's all your fucking fault!" Mia's yells soon turned to tears. She didn't want to cry, but she was just so frustrated and she always cried when she was frustrated.
"Hey, don't cry Mia." Michael pulls Mia into a tight hug and she was too exhausted to pull away. "I'm sorry I got you so scared."
"Where were you? Why didn't you come home?" Mia finds the strength to pull herself from his arms and wipes vigorously at the tears running down her face. She was supposed to be making Michael feel miserable, not herself.
"I just needed to get away for a while, clear my head, you know?"
"Then you could have told me that! Not just ditch me at the boardwalk before disappearing to god knows where!" Mia's hands clenched into fists. Michael was acting like everything was fine, like nothing even happened. If only he knew of the hell that Mia went through last night to make sure he was safe.
"Look, I'm sorry, Mia. I'll make it up to you, I swear." Michael at least had the decency to look like he was sorry.
"You can do that by staying the hell away from them then. No more messing with any of them, not even Star. They're nothing but trouble."
"That might be a problem." Michael frowns ever so slightly at Mia's words.
"Look, I know you like Star, but I don't fucking care." Mia glares at Michael. She did not go through all the trouble for Michael to act like this. He owed Mia big time, and he was going to pay up for it. "You'll find another pretty local girl in no time."
"It's not that, I think they did something to us, Mia."
"Yeah, they give me a damn headache," Mia groans as her head had began to start pounding again as time went on. What she really needed at the moment was some Tylenol.
"No, not that, I think they changed us." Michael seemed worried as he spoke and he fiddled his hands together as he looked at Mia.
"What are you talking about?" Mia gulped at Michael's words. What did he mean, they changed her? "I don't understand."
"They're vampires, Mia, and I think they're trying to change us as well."
"Vampires?!" She exclaims incredulously. Mia didn't know what she had expected Michael to say, but vampires was not it. "I'm not stupid, you know?" She narrows her eyes at him.
What was with all these people and their fascinations with vampires? Sure there was something off about David, Marko, Paul, and Dwayne, something dangerous about them, but to say they were vampires? Mia nearly laughed at the idea.
"I'm not playing, Mia." Michael grabs Mia's hands. "That wasn't wine you drank last night, that was blood, their blood."
Mia's face twisted into disgust. There was no way that she had drank blood last night, it had definitely not tasted like blood to her. But, how had Michael known she had drank last night when he wasn't around? Despite the insanity of Michael's words, Mia began to grow a little nervous. "Stop it, Michael. This isn't funny."
"That's how they turn you, you drink their blood." Michael looked dead serious as he spoke further fueling Mia's nerves. She wanted to believe that this was some cruel joke, but a part of her was beginning to believe it. "Star had warned me not to do it, but I didn't listen." Michael drops Mia's hands as he shakes his head. "It was only after it was too late that I had found out what I had done."
"Stop playing with me!" Mia crosses her arms across her chest.
"Can't you feel it, though? That something's different about you?"
Mia could feel it, deep down inside her. She felt stronger, lighter. It would explain how her eyes were so sensitive, and that burning thirst inside her.
"No!" Mia yells, covering her ears with her hands. "No, you're wrong!" She glares at Michael. "They're not vampires and I am not a vampire! Vampires aren't real!"
"Follow me," Michael gives Mia a sad look before dragging her out of her room and towards the bathroom. She was about to ask Michael what he thought he was doing when he flipped on the bathroom light and Mia saw her reflection. She could still see herself, but her whole body was transparent. She could literally see through herself.
"Oh my god!" Mia cries as she reaches up to touch the mirror. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't, but it was a bit hard for her to deny the truth when she was staring at her reflection like this. This was evidence that she couldn't deny. "I'm a vampire!" She looks over at Michael only to find his reflection similar to hers. They were both vampires.
"No, not yet." Michael did his best to calm Mia down, but she began to feel like she couldn't breath. Her throat tightening up as panic truly began to kick in. This couldn't be happening. She was dreaming, she had to be dreaming. "We're both still half-vampires. You don't fully become one until you make your first kill."
"There's got to be some way to reverse this. I didn't know what I was doing! I thought it was wine! They tricked me!" Mia started to pinch the back of her hand, practically begging herself to wake up, but nothing happened. She was already awake.
"I'm sorry, Mia, Star said there's no way to reverse it." Michael softly replied.
"No, there's got to be," Mia was desperate for a way out. She hadn't asked for this, any of this.
You're one of us, babygirl.
Mia shivered as she remembered the words Dwayne had cooed in her ear. She hadn't understood his words then, but now they made perfect sense. They had known exactly what they were doing to her last night, but why? Why change her?
"Why me? Why did they take all that time and effort to turn me when they could have just..." Mia couldn't bring herself to say those last words.
Michael's face crumpled up in confusion. "I don't really know. Star wouldn't really talk about it."
"You said Star tried to warn you. Why didn't you listen? Why didn't you just leave?" As much as Mia knew that this wasn't entirely Michael's fault, she couldn't help but to blame him for her current predicament. "If you would have just left, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have had to go out and find your sorry ass."
"I know, I know." Michael ran his hands through his hair. "But I want to be like them, I wanted to be one of them. I just didn't know that this was what was going to become of it." Michael pauses. "Even if that wasn't the case, I don't think I could have left if I had wanted to do. It's like I was under his control."
As much as Mia wanted to be mad at Michael, she understood what he was talking about. She had felt the way that David had seemed to control her thoughts and motions on more than one occasion already. It was what had gotten her in this mess to begin with.
"This is just all so much." Mia collapsed on the tiled floor and buried her head in her hands. Mia would have rather found out that she had been drugged by them, anything else but this. Not this. She just didn't understand why her? Why Michael? Why not just...kill them? "What are we going to do?" She looked up at Michael.
"I don't know," Michael sighs as he sits down on the ground beside Mia. "Star didn't dwell much into the matter, but it sounds like there's no going back."
Upon the interactions that Mia had seen take place between David and Star, Mia knew that even if Star did know more than what she was letting on-which she undoubtedly did-she wouldn't tell Michael or Mia if David didn't want her to. As much as Mia never wanted to see David or the others again in her life, she knew that the only way to get the answers she needed would be to talk to them herself. Mia really didn't want to, she swore that she would stay away from them from now on, but she didn't know what else to do. She couldn't spend the rest of her life as a half-vampire!
"All I can think to do is go talk to them," Michael voiced Mia's thoughts and she nodded weakly. She really didn't want to do just that.
"I'm going to take a shower, try and clear my head, and then we can try to go find them." The mere thought of going to them after everything that had happened the night before made her sick to her stomach, but she didn't know what else to do. "I don't care what they say or do, I'm going to get answers from them." Mia doubted that that was true, but it made her feel slightly better by saying it.
~TLB~
Mia thought she had been nervous the night before to go to the boardwalk, but it was nothing compared to how she felt tonight. She had taken as long as possible to get ready, trying as much as possible to prolong the inevitable, but she could only sit in her room so long before Michael started questioning what was taking so long.
"Michael." Mia whined as he stopped the bike and Mia got a big whiff of the people surrounding them. She could smell the blood pumping in their veins and it called out to her. The burn in her throat became stronger and she struggled to control herself. She could feel the ache in her teeth, and she could only imagine the fangs that were threatening to grow. How was she going to be able to deal with this?
"Breathe through your mouth," Michael murmured as Mia buried her head into Michael's back. She did as he said and it did help subside the pain in her mouth, but the thirst was still there.
"I'm going to go get some lemonade." Mia mumbles when she felt under control once more. She got up from the bike before Michael could protest and walked in the direction of the stall across the street. She was thankful to see that Michael stayed where he was and gave Mia space.
Mia didn't know what to do. She couldn't kill someone and turn into a vampire, but she also couldn't stay a half-vampire forever. She didn't want either option, but they were the only that she had. She would have to pick, or have it picked for her. Though she knew the option that would be taken if she didn't choose herself.
God, as much as she loved Santa Carla, she was beginning to wish that they had never moved here in the first place. She would have happily gave up the wild summer nights to be back in Phoenix. She would have been miserable, but she sure as hell wouldn't be having any fucking vampire problems.
Mia reached the lemonade stall and ordered a strawberry lemonade, her personal favorite. As she stood to the side to wait for her order, the guy beside her attempted to talk with her.
"You new in town?" He asked in a tone of what she assumed was supposed to be seductive. She rolled her eyes and attempted to ignore him. She was really not in the mood to deal with this right now. When he didn't get the response he wanted, the guy grabbed the crook of her arm. "Hey, dollface, I'm talking to you."
Mia didn't know if it was the stress of the day, or if it was the fact that she was now a half-vampire, but Mia suddenly lost it. Her hand whipped over and grabbed the collar of his shirt, moving faster than she had thought possible.
"Listen, asshole." Mia tightens her grip on his shirt. "First off, don't call me dollface," His eyes widened in fear as Mia used her other hand to poke his chest with each word she spoke. "Second off, don't you ever, ever touch me again or I will snap your fucking neck, you got it?" She cocks her head to the side awaiting his answer.
"Yes," He chokes out.
"Good." She smiles sweetly at him before letting his shirt go and turning around to pick up her lemonade. She took a sip of her beverage and turned to make her way back to Michael. God, she was such an emotional wreck. One second she felt like crying and the next second she felt nearly murderous. And she thought puberty had been hard.
Mia took another sip of her lemonade and crossed the street. She had hoped it would help to soothe her aching thirst, but it didn't seem that lemonade was what she was thirsting for. Mia nearly dropped the cup, however, when she found that Michael was no longer alone and four pairs of eyes were watching her with interest. Based on the amused smile on their faces, they had seen the whole scene mere seconds earlier.
She slowly approached the group, a mixture of feelings settling down inside her. She was scared of them, they were bloody vampires for god's sake, but she was also incredibly angry. They had done this to her, turned her life upside down without informing her of what was going on. She wanted to stay the hell away from them, but it seemed as if they weren't having that.
She was surprised to find another feeling whirling inside her, a deep, burning desire that struck her hard and fast. She had been attracted to them before tonight, but it was nothing like what hit her now. She wanted them, each of them, and this terrified the shit out of her.
"What did you do to me?" Mia ignores Michael and approaches David, who was leaning against the light pole smoking a cigarette.
Mia was angry, she really felt angry, but the moment she neared him and his scent hit her, she felt her heart flutter and that burning desire grow deeper inside her. He smelled so good, even better than the blood filling the veins of the people around them.
"I think you know, sweetheart," David smirks down at her, his free hand reaching down to play with a strand of her hair.
"You're one of us now!" Paul whoops as his arm snakes around her waist and he kisses Mia on the cheek.
Mia inhales sharply as Paul's scent fills her body and overwhelms her. She elbows her way out of his grasp and covers her nose. Her mouth began to ache, as her fangs once again threatened to come out. She tightly closes her eyes as she tries to regain control over herself.
"What's wrong with her?" Mia feels an arm wrap around her body and instantly knew that it was Michael as she was able to now recognize him by his smell. Although Mia was thirsty, Michael's blood didn't call out to her as much as the other's and she was able to stand the close contact with him. Mia buried her head into his chest in an attempt to block out everything that wasn't him.
She didn't understand it. Why did they smell so good to her? Better than every other person out on the boardwalk? Was it because they had turned her or was there a more hidden and sinister meaning behind it? Mia shuddered and thought maybe she didn't want to know after all.
"She's just hungry." She heard David say behind her, but he didn't sound like his normal, teasing self. "She needs to eat." David's tone was serious and Mia half expected to hear him growl. Though Mia couldn't figure out what had gotten him all riled up.
"That's not happening," Mia peeked her head out from Michael's chest to glare at David. "I didn't ask for this and I want you to change me back right now."
"Sorry, sweetheart, that's not going to happen." David smiled darkly at her, his previous anger all but gone.
"Come on, baby, I thought you liked us." Paul cooed as he reached for Mia, but she brought herself closer to her brother at the same time that Michael pulled her back a step. The dark and dangerous glint that crossed Paul's eyes as Michael moved her, terrified Mia. If she had been scared of them before tonight, it was nothing compared to what she felt now, knowing what they really were.
"It certainly seemed that way last night," Dwayne sent Mia an amused smile and when Mia caught his gaze, he winked.
Mia felt her face grow hot as she remembered last night's events. She had been appalled and embarrassed by her behavior earlier, but now knowing that that behavior had been mere seconds after she had drank their blood, she knew that they had to have done something to her. She would never, ever act that way around anyone, let alone a bunch of guys she barely knew and pretty much hated.
"I don't know what you did, but that wasn't me last night." Mia stepped away from her brother's grasp, but kept near him. He was the only thing that was keeping her grounded.
"Oh, but it was." David dropped his cigarette as he approached Mia and her heart started to speed up from part panic and part desire. "It brought out your deepest and darkest desires."
"Despite how much you try to hide it, you want us." Marko breathes in her ear and Mia nearly jumps at how close he was to her. She hadn't seen him approach her. With his sudden closeness, Mia could smell him and she shuddered as the burning thirst inside her intensified. She wanted to move away, but found she couldn't quite find the will.
"And we want you just as much," Dwayne purrs in her other ear and despite how much she tried to fight it, Mia felt fangs protrude from her mouth and strike her bottom lip.
Mia gasps and quickly pulls away from them, hiding her face as she did so. It didn't take long for Mia to regain her composure, but from their yells of excitement and laughter, Mia realized that they all knew what had just happened.
"Looks like it's feeding time!" Paul throws his fist up into the air as he yells, a wild glint in his eyes as he looked at Mia.
Mia's stomach dropped at his words. She didn't care how thirsty she was, she wasn't ever going to drink someone's blood, let alone drain them. "No!" Mia shouts, her eyes wide in horror. "I want to go home, Michael." All thoughts of getting answers from the boys were gone. She wanted out of here and away from them. She turns her head to Michael, hoping that he was just as appalled by the idea as she was, but was shocked to see the smile on his face and the bloodlust in his eyes. He seemed to be just as excited as they were.
"Come on, Mia, it's going to happen eventually." Michael reaches up to grab Mia's arm, but she pulls back at his words. This wasn't Michael. They had to be doing something with his head. Her Michael would never willingly want to kill someone and turn into a creature of the night. Her Michael would be just as appalled as she was.
"Mikey's right. You can't fight it forever." Marko grins at Mia's terrified state, reminding her of what he had said to her the night before. Aw, you're cute when you're scared. "Eventually you're gonna cave." No, she was not going to cave, not her.
"Initiation's over, sweetheart," David pushed Michael out of his way as he approached Mia once more. "It's time to join the club."
As David drew closer, Mia began to stumble backwards. His ambrosial scent began to fill her nose and she struggled to control herself once again. She needed to get out of here, get away from them before they convinced her to go through with their plans and Mia landed herself in a position worse than what she was already in.
Mia shook her head as she took another step back, struggling to breathe through her mouth to keep his scent at bay. Mia's movement was stopped when she felt her back hit someone's chest. Before she could move away, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and trapped her against him.
"C'mon baby, let's go for a ride."
