Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Boys, but I do own Emma, Lina, Marie, Anastacia, and Romero!

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I pulled myself out of the creek, my drenched clothes weighing me down; and called back to Lina in my mind. Lina! And waited for her response for a moment before adding, Where are you? How am I supposed to help? In a frantic yet harsh tone, she had made me fall into that ice water. And even though I was half dead and coldness shouldn't bother me, it did. I sat down, leaning against the trunk of a tree and twisted my hair, and watched water drip down from it. I still have no idea where I am. She finally responded, sounding frightened, But I don't want you to come find me, Romero might catch you and hurt our dads!

Who's Romero? I shot back roughly.

The bloodsucking alpha, she answered drily, he's still trying to take both of us away from our dad's for revenge on them for killing his daughters.

That ass-tard. I thought to myself in my irritation.

I heard that. Lina sharply reminded me.

Sorry, but how can I not come and get you? That night-stalker needs to learn his lesson about separating our family! I was screaming in my head now at her.

NO! She fought back; this confused me.

You're not talking me out of this Lina! So you'd might as well give up now.

She sighed, but responded with, what's your plan?

I thought about this for a few moments before finally coming up with a reasonable solution. You know that hole you fell down into? The one where I was turned? The one-

She cut me off abruptly, yeah? What's your point?

I bet that's where you're being kept right now. I explained this to her, and we both sat in silence. She was probably contemplating the probability of this, and I was wondering whether I could possibly be right on this or not.

You're probably right. She finally concluded, this place has the same metallic interiors…but if you're going to come, PLEASE come soon.

Why? I asked ignorantly, imagining the kinds of torture they might be using on her. I pushed the thought away from my mind.

Because I'm kind of…she was silent for a moment, probably thinking of how to phrase the rest of her message, restrained. She finally decided.

What do you mean by that? I bit back at her.

It's hard to explain…She trailed off, and my mind went mostly numb except for being able to see what was happening to Lina that very moment. She was pressed against a wall, metal bands holding her in that place. Someone had walked into the room, and let her down, forcing her onto what looked like a rusty old cot. She fought back, and I mentally cheered for her, she was holding off one of her captors quite well, though I couldn't see who it was anyways. But eventually the captor won, sitting on Lina's chest, knees pinning her shoulders down, and I watched in absolute horror as they jammed a large syringe into Lina's arm. I vaguely heard her pained cry as they pushed down on the edge of the syringe, releasing a yellow-greenish liquid into her bloodstream; if vampires had bloodstreams anyways. The captor, wearing all black I noticed then, stood up by the edge of the cot and chuckled as Lina writhed in what I supposed was pain for a few minutes, clutching her arm, and shrieking in agony. I wanted more than anything to jump into that scene and rip out that awful beings heart, and tear it into a million bloody, mangled pieces. Lina! I called out to her loudly in my mind while clutching my head in a slight panic. Lina are you alright?

I could sort of hear her groan before answering, I…no…my arm Emma...

I know about your arm, I saw it in my head, what was that stuff they put in you?

Silence.

I think it was holy water… Lina finally croaked back to me. As if on cue, a spot on my forearm began to ache and sting cruelly, it felt like the fires of hell had just been unleashed on that one spot on my arm. And that was only a small feeling that faded in a matter of seconds, Lina must be feeling tortured right now.

Can you feel it too? She asked me sounding exhausted.

Kind of, I told her softlyas I felt it start to fade away.

Emma, just please, come soon… She pleaded gently, she sounded as if she was about to fall asleep. Promise me you will. Her energy seemed to come back for the short amount of time it took to say that.

I promise I will.

Thanks…her voice faded out of my mind, and I could slightly see her falling into unconsciousness on that little cot.