Disclaimer: I obviously don't own 30 Days of night…no matter how much I wish I did.

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Btw, Day 3 and Day 4 are short in comparison to the previous two chapters so I added them together, but Day five and Day six should be much longer so they'll be separate. Just wanted to let you know.

Day three

-[Next morning]-[Stella, Eben , Sarah, Nick ,and George]-[Next morning]-

The car sped down the road, Nick expertly in control of the vehicle. Of the four vampires in the back two were awake, Eben and Stella. The look on Eben's face was a mixture of pain and seriousness. Stella could understand.

There was a sense of failure between the two of them. They'd hoped that by staying away from Jake they were sparing him. He could stay blissfully free of the dark world they inhabited, or so they thought.

To be honest they weren't just doing it for him. There was the slight fear that he'd see them as the same beasts that had destroyed their home and their lives-Vampires. The thought terrified them.

A sudden breeze told her that it was probably snowing out. Too cold not to be. They were getting close.

-[That night]-[Stella, Eben , Sarah, Nick ,and George]-[That night]-

George, who was now in the front, stopped the car as soon as he saw the twisted wreck of metal lying in the street beside what appeared to be a Mack truck and a large flatbed blended together.

"Jesus Christ…", he muttered, undoing his seatbelt and opening the driver's side door.

"George? What's going on?", Nick asked, poking his head out from the back.

The vampire turned to him and pointed ahead at the wreckage. "That's what's going on."

Nick gasped audibly, pushing aside the black blanket to get a better look. "Shit…any survivors?"

George shrugged. "No idea."

Nick nodded, leaning back into the back seat, waking the others and telling them what they'd found. In seconds they were all out of the car, examining the wreckage.

There was blood coating the snow around the twisted hulks of metal, and several charred bodies lightly covered in frost and snow. Vampires. Eben snarled, leaning down to inspect one of the corpses when Sarah's scream echoed through the air.

He, along with the others, rushed toward the sound, only to find Sarah, open mouthed and wide eyed.

"What's wrong?", Nick asked, putting a comforting hand on his sister's shoulder.

She shakily pointed in front of her, eyes frozen on what lay there. It was the corpse of an old man, body shredded and eaten almost beyond recognition. It's head lay several feet away in a pool of sickeningly red blood.

Immediately they understood. It was horrific and terrifying even after all they'd seen. Nothing could truly compare to what had been done to the man before them. It was…sick.

Eben moved closer, hoping to find some clue from the man's corpse and was surprised to smell a familiar scent. "Jake was here.", He said suddenly, turning to the others. "I smell his blood. It's strong. We have to hurry."

With slight nods they all piled back into the car, trying to forget what they'd seen and instead focus on finding Jake who, as of that moment, was in dire straits.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own 30 Days of night…no matter how much I wish I did.

Btw, Reviews would make this a lot easier on me…just so you know…

Day four

-[Midday]-[Jake]-[Midday]-

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking dazedly, and groaned. His body ached. His right arm and chest were throbbing, pain arching through him. He sat up slowly, hissing as a flash of pain tore at his chest. His head brushed against what he assumed was a ceiling, making guess that they were either in an attic or crawl space.

He could barely make out the dark shapes that he guessed were sleeping vampires, scattered around him. Shifting his position carefully to examine them better he could feel something wet and sticky on his hands and stomach.

Glancing down in the darkness he gasped. "B-Blood."

There was so much. It coated his chest and arms with a veil of red. He could barely make out the cause. His left arm was torn and partially skinned, bone gleaming through, and his chest was torn and bloody, the patches of skin that were still intact peppered with bruises.

Faced with the horror of his wounds he began to hyperventilate, breath coming in quick shallow gasps. What if he could never use his hand again? What would he do? He concentrated on moving his fingers and felt relief break through the panic when they clenched into a fist.

Carefully cradling his injured arm, he got into the best crawling position he could in his current condition and crawled forward, careful to avoid the sleeping vampires, towards what he assumed was the door for where ever he was.

He'd almost made it to door when something sharp cut into his injured arm. He tried to stifle his scream, but it was too late. He was lifted off the floor and, faster than he could blink, was turned full around to face a beautiful and vicious blonde vampire, her long wavy hair framing her face.

She let out a furious vampiric shriek and flung him backwards, his back and head cracking against the door. With a moan he looked up and immediately felt Fear spread through his body. Her shriek had awoken the other vampires and they were slowly moving towards him.

Fear turning into adrenaline he shot up, turning to the door behind him and wrenching it open, the sound of vampiric shrieks following. He rushed down a set of stairs and into a sunlit hallway, the vampires following, several of them rushing straight into the sunlight.

Screams of pain filled the hall behind him and he couldn't help, but glance back. The blonde Vampire and several others lay writhing on the floor, bodies charred and blackened, smoke rising of them like steam from a boiling pot.

Fear and survival instinct kicked in and he turned, running through the house he was in and bursting out the front door into the snow filled day. He kept running until he couldn't run any more, collapsing face first into the snow.

As his body gave up, he found the strength to look up. A familiar Sign caught his attention and he felt his heart freeze. His last coherent thought was a simple childlike plea. 'No. Not here. Not again. Not Barrow.'

-[That night]-[Gale]-[That night]-

She glanced out the window for the third time that night, eyes searching in the darkness. Unlike the rest of the town she knew what to look for. Dark shadows sliding over rooftops with a preternatural beauty.

She knew what was coming and deep down, she was afraid. This time there would be no one to save her. No Eben, no Stella, and no Jake. Eben and Stella wer dead and she had a sinking feeling that Jake would be too.

"Gale. Time for bed sugarplum.", Her nana called up from the bottom of the stairs.

She sighed heavily, fear of what waited in the darkness leaving her afraid to sleep. "Okay…"

With the slightest shiver she left the window, crawling under the downy covers of her bed as if for safety, though she doubted it would keep her safe from the beasts that lay in wait during the night.

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