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Chapter Ten

By now Stormer had turned away from everyone, her arms folded around her head as she lay face down in the pillow, as her body convulsing with every sob.

Clash, who was still sitting at the makeup table, looked absolutely lost as to what to do. Pizzazz, however, knew what she had to do.

She gingerly reached out and placed her hand on Stormer's shoulder before leaning forward, making every attempt to not startle her band mate. She spoke as softly, as gently, as she had before she bit her in back in the van.

"Stormer...look at me." The keytarist didn't respond at first, prompting her to speak a little more firmly. "Stormer...look at me."

Stormer finally did, slowly turning her head to stare at her band leader, her eyes soaked with tears that were running down her face. Her eyes were still in vampiric mode, since she didn't know how to change them back like her band leader could. Her mouth was in a deep frown, hiding away her fangs.

The mere sight of this sad visage nearly broke Pizzazz's heart, but she gently pulled her band mate up to a sitting position, gently cupping her face in her hands to make sure she was looking straight at her.

"Do you remember me speaking to you in the van?" Stormer just nodded. "Do you remember what I said?"

Stormed managed to croak out, "You said we'd be like sisters."

"And now we are."

"We are?" The mix of skepticism and surprise in Stormer's voice was unmistakable. "How?"

Pizzazz smiled. "Let me show you."

She wrapped her arm around her band mate's - no - her sister's waist, and gently maneuvered her off the bed and towards the makeup table, motioning for Clash to move out of the way with her free hand, which she did. She pulled Stormer close to her as they stared into the mirror, opening her mouth to reveal her fangs in all their glory.

"Now you," she prompted.

With some hesitation, Stormer showed her fangs off as well. She was immediately struck by the sight of both them sporting glowing eyes and fangs, standing together as if they were posing for a publicity photo.

A smile appeared on Pizzazz's face, but not one of those evil grins she would have when coming up with some scheme. No, this one seemed to be genuinely warm and affectionate.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I guess we're kinda' like sisters...or something." Stormer nearly choked on her words, and for a moment it seemed like she was going to cry again, but managed to hold it together. "But...I mean...vampires?"

Pizzazz gently pressed their cheeks together, placing her arm around her sister's shoulders.

"I know. For a long time I couldn't accept what I was, but someone told me I was special, and now so are you." She gently turned Stormer's head so they were face to face. "I never wanted you to find out about me like this, but in a way I'm glad it happened."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Believe me when I tell you that you and Roxy are the only friends I've ever had in my life. Keeping this a secret from you was hard. In fact, I was going to share this with you eventually, but oh well, not time like the present." She grinned, flashing her fangs. "What we now share makes you my sisters in more ways than one." She grasped her sister's hands in her own. "I know it's a lot to take in, but believe me when I say you won't face it alone. I'll help you every way I can. Roxy too." The sounds of crashing furniture from next door made Pizzazz roll her eyes. "If we can get her to calm the fuck down for five minutes."

Stormer had listened to all of this with awe. In all the time she had known her, Pizzazz had never really been much the "lovey-dovey" type of friend. Oh, sure, she cared about her fellow Misfits, but it was more in the way of a kind of tough love, where she acted more like a military commander than a band leader when it came to encouraging her group, telling them to "Suck it up, cupcake. You'll be fine" when they faltered, and giving them a metaphorical boot in the ass when they needed motivation.

It was through this kind of leadership that they managed to weather the stormy waters of the music world to get where they were now, which, admittedly, wasn't the top of the charts yet, but they were on their way there - at least until that, to quote Pizzazz, "Pink-Haired Witch and her Holo-Twerps" showed up and stole the limelight that was rightly theirs.

Still, to most people Pizzazz would seem like a heartless witch herself when it came to leading the Misfits. But there were little instances here and there where it was clear her care for them went beyond just wanting to see the band succeed. Pizzazz, for example, once beat the hell out of some pervert who tried to grab Stormer's ass while they were on stage at some shitty club. Later one she had asked the keytarist if she was alright in the softest voice she had ever used, making no effort to hide the genuine concern she must have been feeling for her band mate. When told that, all things considered, Stormer would be okay, she immediately went back to her usual self, never using that soft voice ever again until now.

Stormer couldn't help but chuckle at Pizzazz's remark about Roxy, gripping her hands in return. "So...sisters, huh?" she asked quietly.

Pizzazz nodded. "Mm-hmm."

Sisters...that was something Mary "Stormer" Philips never had growing up. Hell, she never really had any friends, for that matter. All she did have was a mother and a brother, and after Mom got sick and died, her brother ended up becoming more of a parent than a sibling through necessity, so they're relationship inevitably changed. Truth be told, the Misfits were the closest thing to friends she ever had, though they would inevitably tease her whenever she tried to be too affectionate with them, even though all she wanted to do was to show how much she cared about them.

But now, with Pizzazz just told her, things could be different.

On a whim Stormer, as if to test and see if this was a dream or not, doing something she wouldn't have ever dreamed of doing with the fearsome leader of the Misfits before - she wrapped her in a hug, leaning her head on her shoulder. She knew it was risky, since the Misfits were never really receptive to open displays of affection, but surprisingly Pizzazz returned the hug, leaning her own head on Stormer's as she held her.

From off to the side Clash had watched the whole exchange between the two of them, staying as silent as she could so she wouldn't disturb them. She had to pinch herself to remind herself she wasn't dreaming; that unbelievably was witnessing an important moment for the future of the Misfits. Something she sure as hell didn't expect to see when she woke up that morning.

But as she watched she noticed there were no more sounds coming from the room next door, and everything had become quiet. This hopefully meant Roxy's rampage had finally run out of steam.

Hopefully...