"Who?"

His voice was soft but low, almost guttural as he stared at the blood flowing out of her body and mixing with the already stained water. There seemed to be no stop to the flow and within a matter of minutes, he was sure Nola would be dead. But… how could this be? They were reliving one of her memories and obviously, she had somehow survived. Leaning in closer, a hand reached out and gently cupped the girl's chin.

"Who is she burying?"

Her body flinched as he reached for her and recoiled somewhat into the depths of the red water. The distance in her eyes had grown and Dwayne knew he was losing her. Her skin was almost as cold as his was.

"My… my father…"she choked out. "She… she made me watch… as she cut him into pieces. Now she's out in the back yard… burying them."

Seconds went by. Dwayne had no idea what to say. The knowledge hit him like a physical force and now he understood it. He understood why Nola spent time with Paul, getting high every chance that she could simply to block out the images that plagued her every waking moment. Even watching the boys feed and helping in their victims' disposal was a release for her; anything to take the image of her mother hacking up her father out of her mind.

It all made sense in a strange sort of way, but if this was what had really happened… then how did she escape?

Her chin was released and a hand was brought up to brush the red-stained lock from her face. She really was a pretty girl when you got down to it and maybe it was because she had cut off her hair or spent all her time with Paul, but it was the first time that Dwayne truly saw what the other vampire had.

A willing and very pretty thrall.

Their eyes locked; her gaze uncertain as she stared openly, confused and naked in her emotions, as it pierced his own, dominating stare. Within moments, she was in a trance and Dwayne could feel the heat rising as the hunger inside of him grew to unbearable proportions. Blood was rich and thick in the air. The wound in her chest was split open, allowing him to see pieces of bone and parts intestine that threatened to come out. Even if she wasn't attached to Paul, it would be a shame to lose her like this.

Taking off his jacket and setting it aside, Dwayne reached down into the red waters and pulled the girl up as much as possible. There was no struggling at this point, even if she hadn't been locked in his predatory mind. The water and blood gushed upwards as she rose willingly to meet his fangs.

Instead of taking her by tradition, however, Dwayne held his fangs back and began to drink the blood directly from the wound.

Her body shuddered at the first touch of his lips though it wasn't from the cold… he could feel it inside of her. The thrill of death growing in her mind as though she felt the blood moving quicker and quicker out of her body. His lips dipped lower along her chest, causing soft gasps and the exhilaration to rise even higher peaks of desperate wanting.

She was untouched… at least in this memory. She'd never tasted the vampire's kiss and therefore, she was Dwayne's. Until the moment of death and forever afterwards.

"DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?"

The jolt from Paul was so sudden and fast that it snapped him immediately out of his trance and brought both of them back to the cave. The fang marks were fresh on her neck and blood dripped guiltily from his mouth. He had bit her?

Paul was enraged. Fangs were bared as he rushed forward and, shoving Nola out of the way, he took his brother head on. In the vampire world, biting another's thrall is more or less stealing. And doing it in plain sight of one's brother… well, it was like stealing with a slap to the face and a poisoned cherry on top. Back arched while fangs gleamed in the fading light of the sun, Paul leapt for his brother's own neck, determined to get back what belonged to him.

His fangs never hit their mark. Without hesitation, the vampire jumped into the air and allowed Paul to overshoot him. He had to be in the sun to do such and the immediate smell of burning hit the air. Dwayne could last for a few minutes in the light without immediately bursting into flames but it was a few minutes that had to be planned carefully. Hence, with a sudden drop, he would land directly down upon his feral brother and pin him to the floor.

Forcing the young one's hands to the ground, Dwayne let loose a low growl as he stared into Paul's eyes.

"You fucking asshole," growled out by Paul as he struggled again and again to back up and attack. It was everything Dwayne could do to keep him down.

"Goddamnit, Paul! I didn't mean to!" he growled back but looking up and over at Nola, he could help but flinch. Her neck was soaked in blood. And there was something else… something… not right.

"What the fuck-didn't mean to? You looked pretty damn sure of yourself just a few fucking minutes ago when you had my girl all under your fangs!" Paul spat back.

From across the cave, a sudden heat rushed through Nola. Blood still seeped from her wounds and the look on her face was a cross between flattery and fear. It was one of the few times Paul referred to her as "girl" rather than "fang banger."

Still, there was something there that Dwayne couldn't wrap his mind around. Something was different, yet it was the same. That was when realized… her hair!

It was like the hair in her memory. Long and white with red-soaked tips. In fact, it looked even longer than it had in the dream, meaning that some time had been spent growing it.

But how could this be?

"Wow, you two wanna get a room?"

The voice was ice cold but filled with a dark mirth as Marko stepped out of the shadows and came upon the scene. Admittedly, it was a rather comical sight. Dwayne on top of Paul, holding his wrists to the floor while Nola held her bleeding neck and Sam sat across the room, imprisoned in duct tape and watching with wide, nearly hysterical eyes. David paced the back of the cave, watching Paul and Dwayne fight but doing nothing to get in their way or stop them. It wasn't his style and further more, if it meant getting Paul away from attacking him for a couple of moments, then so be it.

Let them tear each other to shreds.

"Paul, listen to me," Dwayne tried again, making his voice lower than so that the young one had to concentrate on his words. "I didn't mean to bite her… something… happened. I don't even know how to explain it but when I do, you'll be the first to know."

"Oh yea righ-" choked out before Paul was struck with a sudden burst of searing power.

"Of course.. If you want to continue to fight me…" As he spoke, Dwayne let the ripples travel up and down the vampire's spine, causing it to arch as the pain increased nearly a hundred fold.