Marko: Reborn

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Chapter 5: Return to Santa Carla

Stopping for gas, Marko hopped out of the backseat of the car.

"Finally, it's so cramped in there," he groaned.

He stretched exaggeratedly before glancing over at Michael with a grin as Sam and Nanook exited the backseat and started bugging Lucy for a snack.

"Your turn."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Yeah I know."

The two had decided to take turns riding their bikes as a way to not only conserve space for their things when they first packed, but also to give them some much needed space.

At first, Lucy wasn't keen on the idea as she didn't like those 'death machines' as she called them. Seeing as they were switching out, so they weren't likely to get too tired, it wasn't so bad. And it really did leave them more space for their stuff. Still, she had tried to convince them to only bring one bike. Neither boy was having that as the idea of sharing their bikes wasn't one they would entertain. No, they had to share many things in their lives, but they drew a line when it came to their bikes.

Throwing his sketchpad back into his backpack, he zipped it up before tossing it into the backseat. He wasn't worried that his brothers would bother it as his drawings mostly creeped them out, thus it kept them away.

The blonde twin saw Michael hauling his bike off the trailer to replace it with his own and while he busied himself with securing it, Marko bounced over to his bike and nearly hugged it.

"Oh, how I missed you! Yes, I have," he cooed and petted it like an animal much to Michael's amusement.

While not as nice as his bike had been as a vampire, he was still proud of it and it was faster than Michael's bike. Though, his twin would only protest saying that it was only because he didn't have death wish so he wouldn't push his bike like that. Marko had to hold back a snort and a comment about how he'd push it to impress a girl. Or maybe it was David he had or would try to impress. He never did find out but it hardly mattered.

Speaking of Michael, he was much more comfortable in the car than Marko was because the portion of the ride where he had to be in the family vehicle was suffocating to the once-upon-a-time vampire. It was enough to almost make him claustrophobic, but at least for a few hours the open road and fresh air were all his.

Checking his gas, he decided it wouldn't hurt to add a bit more. Though he was running low on money due to this trip, he had no intention of getting a job again. While the blonde twin was filling up, Sam was munching on some chips with Nanook and feeling slightly down.

He understood why his parents split. Things hadn't been good in a while and then the whole cheating thing that everyone in the neighborhood knew about. Not to mention it got leaked to his school by someone. So yeah, a new school didn't sound so bad but why did they have to move all the way to nowhere's ville? Sam just didn't get why they couldn't move like an hour away to a different town. But no, they had to move in with their weird old grandpa who he'd only seen a handful of times in his life.

"He probably doesn't even have a tv…" He told Nanook sorrowfully. The dog just nudged his hand for another chip. "Fine, fine." He dropped another one into the husky's waiting mouth. "I see where your loyalties lie."

Sam's mind drifted back to the current issue as he pet his dog with one hand and ate with the other. He wasn't stupid. He knew they didn't have a lot of money but surely, they had enough to pay rent up front for the first month. Then once his mom got a job like she mentioned doing they'd be okay before the next rent came due. Even Mike could pitch in.

He eyed his more responsible brother who was now seated in the car lazily looking through a magazine then his eyes drifted to his other brother. He'd held down a job long enough to buy his bike so maybe with the right motivation even he could help them with the rent. Then this move wouldn't have to happen. But no, neither of them even tried to see things his way and seemed completely fine with living in the boondocks with Grandpa.

"Probably cause they're almost eighteen…" he complained to Nanook moodily. "They don't have years ahead of them in this place like I do."

Sighing, he looked down at his chip bag mournfully before he dumped the crumbs at the bottom of the bag into his mouth and angrily crunched them with his teeth. After that he tossed the empty bag into a nearby trashcan and joined Mike in the car where he also grabbed something to read. Though, it was a comic book instead of a magazine.

Not long after, their mom was back in the car and they were off. Marko enjoyed the wind blowing in his face and the lack of his mother's horrid taste of music in his ears for the next few hours. Just outside of Santa Carla they stopped again much to Marko's frustration as he'd prefer to ride the rest of the way there.

Michael got out and grabbed his bike out of the trailer while his brother stayed stubbornly mounted on his own making the other raise an eyebrow. "It's my turn, you know."

"So? It's like less than an hour's drive now. No sense in putting my bike up just to have to unload it in a bit."

Michael shrugged. "Try explaining that to Mom."

He did and while she was unhappy about it she couldn't argue. Now that they were really close Lucy begrudgingly allowed it. So, then it was just her, Sam, and Nanook in the car as they rode passed the 'Welcome to Santa Carla' sign and Sam's eyes latched onto the 'Murder Capital of the World' written on the back.

He gulped and hoped that it was just some stupid teenager's idea of a joke as he scooted closer to his dog. Nanook stared at him.

"It's for your safety," Sam told the dog quietly so his mom wouldn't hear, but he could tell Nanook didn't look convinced, "I'm not scared," the teenager denied in a louder voice.

Mom turned down the music and looked back. "Sam did you say something?"

"Huh, no I didn't. It was nothing," he denied, sending a glare to Nanook as if it was his fault. His mom turned the volume back up on her bad music and Sam looked back at Nanook who flattened his ears to his head.

"Yeah bud I know it's awful." He patted the dog on his head to comfort him. At least Nanook was on his side when it came to his mom's taste in music, even if his dog didn't believe he wasn't scared.

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In no time, the ride was over and Lucy was pulling into the yard of a familiar house. One she'd not seen since her children were much younger. How long had it been, she mentally questioned herself? Before finally deciding that 'too long' was the answer.

Making their way to the front porch they all noticed a body and Marko snickered when Sam asked if they could go back if he was dead. While the once vampire wouldn't be sad to find the old man dead, he wasn't leaving if that did turn out to be the case.

It wasn't, however, and they soon found out that he was 'playing dead'. And just like that the amusement of the day was over and they were told to unpack.

Marko was the first to notice the problem, so he voiced it, "There's not enough bedrooms…"

Michael looked at him and shrugged. "Guess we share?"

The blonde shook his head and humorously asked, "What, beds too?"

That's when his twin saw the problem. "Uh, I guess one of us takes the floor?"

The younger twin rolled his eyes. "These rooms are tiny. Much smaller than the ones we used to have. So, no, that won't work. Not unless we'd like to sleep cramped up and with the likelihood of being stepped on every morning."

"So, what then?" Sam asked eyeing the room he wanted.

"I'll take the couch. You two can fight for the rooms. It should be amusing given the lack of things to do here. I have to find my entertainment where I can."

Michael didn't like the sound of that, but Sam pulled him away from his thoughts by declaring the room he wanted which was the slightly bigger one. So, the two proceeded to fight for their room and generally goof off which, of course, Marko joined in on until Grandpa stopped them and started reciting the house rules.

Downstairs once again, Marko was counting his boxes to see if he'd gotten them all when Lucy passes by.

"Marko why aren't you taking your things up to your room?" She asked carrying a box marked 'L' for Lucy. While Sam could do the same with the first letter of his name Marko and Michael shared their first letter, so he doodled on his boxes while Mike went with the uncreative option of the letter 'M'.

Lucy had asked this after noticing all of Marko's boxes stacked near the back of the couch. He looked away from his searching to gesture around him, "I have."

Lucy looked confused so he elaborated, "The rooms aren't big enough to share here, so I'm taking the couch."

His mother frowned but didn't protest. "Well, alright if you're sure but do try and keep your things out of the walkway. I know maybe we can find an old trunk around for your clothes. It wouldn't do to leave them inside of a box the whole time."

"Sure, Mom. I'll get right on that."

He turned from her and went back to his rummaging. If he was lucky he wouldn't need to find something to put his clothes in or even sleep on the couch for too long. He missed the cave and vaguely wondered if it was decorated the same.

Lucy stared at him hunched over his things and considered talking to him. He was the hardest one of her boys to talk to. Nevertheless, that didn't mean that she didn't want to and there was so much she felt she needed to tell him.

With that in mind she spoke softly, "Marko before the move, what your father said about, well-"

She's unable to continue much to the teen's relief when they got interrupted by her other sons' appearance asking about dinner. So, she sighed and decided to hold off on the conversation with Marko for the time being.

"Well Dad's not got enough to make us all something, so I think we'll have to go do some grocery shopping for dinner." She glanced at the clock across the way and noted the time. "I should do that before it gets too late. Do any of you want to come?" She asked hopefully.

Sam answered in the affirmative instantly and Michael shrugged.

"Marko?"

He looked up and shook his head replying, "I'm good. I'll eat whatever, thanks."

He seemed distracted by something. In fact, Lucy was almost sure that he hadn't slept the night before which had only added to the reason she hadn't wanted him to ride his motorbike on the way up. Instead of speaking her thoughts around her other children though, she nodded her head and hoped that he'd take a nap while they're gone.

Once they left Marko was alone with his thoughts. Well, almost alone. He glanced over to the door leading to the monstrosity that his brother had likened to the Texas Chainsaw massacre before returning his eyes to his sketchpad.

It was an old one but one that he hadn't let anyone see aside from the one time Lucy had caught him drawing a vamped-out Paul. It had familiar faces both human versions and their more than human ones. Some might say less than human but Marko'd always thought it was the opposite as vampires in his mind were, no are superior.

Opening the book to a random page he saw David's human face peering at him from the page. His eyes followed the lines of the drawing he'd made years ago, and he reflected on his thoughts from the night before.

He spent his time like that until the sound of his family pulled him from his deep thoughts causing him put the sketchpad away at the bottom of the box before going out to offer help putting up the groceries.

During dinner and afterward, he noticed Lucy trying to discreetly catch his attention. He pretended not to notice. He wasn't in the mood for an awkward mother/son talk that he knew she was feeling the need to have. Yeah, he'd rather avoid that until forever, thank you very much. And so he carefully evaded her until she went to sleep and then he tossed himself on the couch and tried to do the same.

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The next day was spent unpacking and then hanging at the beach to Marko's disdain. He was not a beach person, not to mention he had to use half a bottle of sunblock on himself as he didn't want to burn. The blonde never did sunburn this badly in his previous human life. Not that he could recall anyway, but for some reason this time around the sun had it out for him. Michael, Sam, and Lucy got tans, but his complexion was fair and would burn if the opportunity arose for it to do so.

That's why Marko didn't play in the water like his brothers and Mom. Nope. He parked himself right under the umbrella his mom had brought and glared at anyone who got close. The sunny beach setting just had that kind of effect on him.

Though, after a while he did relax enough to draw, and it was both surprising and annoying what he found himself drawing, but, well, all the wasted hours meant that he could at least finish a project he'd started some time back.

That evening Lucy decided to go to the boardwalk to job search as she had somewhat done since they arrived but tonight she was focusing on it fully. Even though that was her purpose for going she did decide to offer a ride to her sons so that they could at least enjoy what Santa Carla had to give to them for summer break.

This time even Marko agreed to go and seemed happy to do so unlike the earlier trip that he spent sulking. Not that Lucy didn't know of her son's dislike for the beach from when he was a child. In some ways, it was nice that he hadn't changed. At least something was constant besides his need to draw things that she didn't understand.

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The three Emersons were left to their own devices as Lucy bid them goodbye in hopes of finding somewhere to work. Marko briefly wondered if he should steer her towards or away from Max's video store or just leave it alone.

In the end he couldn't decide what he felt about it either way so that left him with deciding to let that part play out on its own. Would he meet them under the pretense of Max wanting his mom in this life? It wasn't something he liked the idea of, but he wasn't going to stop it if it went that route either.

"Think they have any comic book stores around here?" Sam asked the two and Michael shrugged as he gazed around. Marko frowned recalling there was but also knowing those two brats that helped to kill him worked there. Yeah, if there was one thing that was not happening it was Sam befriending them.

"Even if there is you don't have any money," Marko pointed out and Sam's face dropped.

"You could lend me some?" He looked hopefully towards Michael knowing better than to ask his other brother for money.

"Sorry Sam. I told myself I'd stop feeding your addiction," he joked making Marko laugh but the youngest brother didn't see the humor. "Besides you're not even sure that there is a comic book store around here so don't go bumming money before you have something you can use it on."

Sam brightened. "So, if I find one you'll lend me some then?"

Michael tried to protest, "I didn't say-"

It was too late. Sam was charging forward in search of comics.

"Nice one Mikey," Marko told him with an eye roll before going after Sam's fleeing form.

Michael frowned at the nickname before he took off, dodging people to catch up with his twin.

"He's not a kid anymore we don't have to follow him."

True but Marko wanted to keep him away from the crazy wanna be vampire hunters that had killed him in his past future. Not that he could explain that to his older brother without sounding completely insane. Sure, Michael accepted his slight insanity but even his twin had to have his limits.

The blonde thought about the best way to spin it without coming off as an overprotective brother, which he was not thank you very much. Even Michael would have a hard time believing it if he tried to spin it like that. No, he'd be downright suspicious. The fair-haired twin noticed his brother suddenly stop out of the corner of his eye causing him to do the same.

"What-"

On no, he knew that look.

It was Michael's 'I've fallen in love/lust at first sight' face. It was one of the once-vampire's least favorite expressions ever. "Really, already?"

Michael, of course, wasn't listening too busy now following, or rather eye stalking, whoever had caught his attention. So, the blonde followed his gaze only to find the last face he'd wanted to see tonight.

Star.

He swore under his breath at his own misfortune.

Star was loitering around a cheap jewelry vendor looking to be in deep thought. Yeah, he could picture her thoughts now. Should she buy the red bracelet or the purple one? No, better yet, should she forgo eating to buy it? Or even, could she talk one of the many suckers around here into buying it for her? The last one was probably the most on point. He sighed before his eyes turned to one of the biggest suckers he knew.

Really, Michael couldn't be more obvious if he started drooling.

Marko looked back at Star then back to Michael and then back to the girl. They were both making eyes at one another now. It was disgusting. While she was busy mooning back, he watched her for a few more seconds to confirm that, yes, it was truly was Star and, no, she was not a halfling… yet.

Oh, hell, what should he do?

Try and keep Michael from Star or try and keep Sam from the would-be hunters?

He couldn't do both.

Michael had already caught sight of her so there would be no talking to him out of it. Could he ruin their relationship? Most definitely. But did he have the time to put into that when there were so many other things to focus on?

While he was thinking this Michael made the first move. Marko watched him approach her and nearly turned around then and there to go after Sam but then a thought hit him. Would this put him at odds with David?

Had David been looking at Star this early? Marko didn't think so, but one never knew with David. So, with a heavy sigh he decided to trail behind his twin because while Star's no threat to the stupid teenager, aside from breaking his heart for the umpteenth time, David was.

Marko really shouldn't care but unfortunately, he was past the point of telling himself that he didn't.

He didn't want Michael to die… anything else someone wanted to do to the lovesick fool was fair game but not death. Why was his life so complicated? Not having anyone else to blame at this moment, he blamed Michael.

Marko moved within listening distance only to hear Michael and Star introducing themselves and all but giggling together.

"Gag me," he muttered before backing off just enough to not be within hearing distance. If he was going to have to stick around to watch out for Michael, then at least he could spare his ears their grotesque attempts at flirting.

So that's how Marko spent his first night on the boardwalk; not looking for his once-pack but trailing his twin to make sure he didn't stupidly challenge a vampire for a girl's affections.

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Marko was not happy. Instead of stopping Sam from becoming buddy-buddy with his future past killers, he had instead been watching Star and Michael make eyes at one another for well over an hour now. It made him want to hurl up the hot dog he'd just ate. How he even managed to stomach eating that while watching them was beyond him. He must have a stronger stomach than he first gave himself credit for.

What in the world could two perfect strangers have to talk about for so long anyhow?

His eyes scanned the crowd again. So far so good. No David. Speaking of David, if he did have a run in with him he would have to watch his thoughts. He was only now recalling, because of the worrying he was doing, David's propensity to not only mess with people's minds but read them as well.

That could be a problem.

But as he didn't seem to be around, it might be a problem for another night.

David not being around though, meant that he'd wasted his time tonight. That thought annoyed him. He leaned against a familiar railing feeling slightly nostalgic as the couple had stopped walking and seemed to be just standing there talking to one another.

Glancing away from the two he searched the crowds again but saw nothing aside from the vast amounts of other humans. He turned his eyes back to the couple and, to his relief, Star seemed to be leaving.

Finally, he thought watching the girl walk away. She glanced back several times at his brother but once she was lost in the crowd and the boy was standing alone, Marko stood up fully and slowly approached him.

Michael was staring off into space, daydreaming most likely. His actions were not shocking to the once-vampire at all. Marko simply rolled his eyes and then proceeded to wave his hand in front of the other's face.

No response.

He was completely in his own head. No one could offer the blonde anything to read his brother's mind right now that he'd accept.

"Earth to Michael, come in, do you read me?"

Michael blinked back to reality, saw the hand and swatted it away.

"When did you get here?" He asked, and Marko nearly deadpanned with a 'I never left' but refrained. Barely.

Instead he asked casually, "So did you get her number?"

He knew the answer. Star didn't have a home, let alone a phone because she was a runaway. Just like half of the people blending in with the crowds. Unlike most of them, Star wasn't filthy enough to stand out as one. It was likely she only recently ran away or was being taken care of by someone before David showed up.

"No, she just moved here with her family and they haven't gotten their phone hooked up yet." Marko snorted. Just moved here?

Well that was one way to put it he supposed.

Michael glared at his twin's reaction. "We're meeting again tomorrow for lunch." His mood lifted and he smiled after telling the other teenager about his date.

Well, that settled it in his mind. She had to still be completely human if she was willing to meet him during the day.

"A lunch date? How romantic," Marko's words practically oozed sarcasm.

He got a shove in return for his snark. "You're just jealous."

"As if," he said under his breath.

Poor guy. He didn't see that Star was just using him as a meal ticket. Admittedly, she would probably sleep with him again for his trouble… right didn't happen yet. Was it going to be hard to keep things straight with people from his past-future coming back into the picture?

Probably. Marko might have gotten more thoughtful over the years what with having to re-do his early years and being literally unable to form words but being around his pack was likely to make him talk without thinking. At least Star wouldn't have that effect on him, hopefully.

With that, his thoughts shifted back to Star and then to Michael. If she did sleep with him that could cause problems because it would only make him that much more attached so hopefully she didn't put out as quickly as last time. He didn't need the added drama.

Star was all drama.

Michael didn't notice his brother's sudden quietness as his mind was full of the beautiful girl who he was taking out to lunch the next day. Wanting the next day to come sooner he asked, "Think Mom found a job yet?"

Marko was only slightly surprised by the change in subject, but he shrugged, more than ready to be done talking about Star.

"Maybe. And Sam has probably found a comic book store by now." There was no doubt about it actually, his mind supplied moodily.

Sensing his twin's mood and unsure of its source the older twin just nodded. "Right, well let's go see if he's made it to the car yet."

Marko followed, and they walked in silence. For once, Michael is not the moody one.

Before they spot their mother waiting by the car she spotted them first and asked, "Where's Sam?"

Knowing Michael's truthfulness might freak her out, as neither really know where the youngest is, Marko stepped in to avoid a lecture about leaving their little brother all alone.

"In a comic book shop. Where else?" He shrugged. It's probably not a lie.

Lucy frowned with worry. "Alone?"

Marko rolled his eyes. "No. I'm sure he's with the other geeks there." Geeks was not the words he wanted to use but for his mother's sake he toned it down.

Lucy was less than impressed with his answer. "Go and get him then. I don't want him walking around out here alone at night. Really Michael, I know you're more responsible than this."

Funny. It was Michael's idea to ditch the kid. Not that he wouldn't usually agree with that. The elder son looked down guiltily before mumbling an apology and promising to go get Sam. Once out of hearing range Michael looked at his twin. "Why didn't she get onto you?"

Marko raised a brow. "Because Mikey, 'You're the responsible one,'" he mimicked their mom with a laugh. "Really, I'm sure she expected me to ditch the brat. So, why scold me for something she knew I'd do?"

"That makes no sense," the brunette grumbled while Marko shrugged.

"Must be the curse of being the good son. Poor Mikey," he joked causing his brother to try to shove him in response. That was dodged easily, and he stuck out his tongue playfully.

"So, are we really going to wander around until we find a comic book store?" Michael looked around wondering how long that might take them. He wanted to get back to Grandpa's place and into bed so tomorrow would come sooner.

"No wandering necessary I know where it's at." Marko still knew this place like the back of his hand. Better, really, since his hand, like everything else about him, was constantly changing and growing as time continued.

"You do?" It just occurred to Michael that he didn't know where Marko went earlier but a comic book store wasn't what he'd have guessed.

"Yeah, passed it earlier. You don't think I stuck around watching you make eyes at some random girl all night, did you?"

Marko was never going to admit he did just that out of concern. It would be a real blow to his pride.

"Her name's Star."

Like I'd forget, the blonde thought irritated.

"Didn't ask and don't care." He waved a hand, carelessly. "I stopped recalling their name's after Tracey."

"You mean Stacey?" Michael corrected automatically.

Marko looked sideways at him. "Yeah that one. You've seen too many 'love of your lives' and at the tender age of seventeen. This is, what, the fifteenth one? Well fifteenth could finally be the charm, I guess."

Michael was unamused, but Marko motioned ahead and said, "We're here."

This made the teen forget what he was going to say in favor of looking at the place in front of him. "Looks like somewhere Sam would be."

"Yeah." Marko just stared at it before looking at his twin. "Well go get him. I'm not setting foot in there, I might catch something."

Michael shook his head. "Drama queen."

The other boy shrugged before moving further from the store, but still in view of it as if to make his point and so his twin went inside.

Marko was suddenly overwhelmed with the amount of hate he felt from just looking at the shop. Keeping his feelings carefully concealed around Michael was hard but now that the other was in there he couldn't keep his face from slipping into a snarl.

He knew he hated them. They were on his kill list, which given the amount of years he'd been human now was relatively small, but he still wasn't prepared to still be so angry about it. About dying, being killed, by them.

Marko had more or less forgiven Sam for his involvement and even Michael because, well, someone had to have given up their resting place and Star was too much of a coward to have been the one.

He wasn't going to forgive those two, though.

No, one day, hopefully soon, he was going to kill them.

Until then he'd best avoid them if he didn't want his family to notice his seemingly unprovoked hatred of the pair.

Before he could stew in his fury for any longer Michael came out with Sam trailing behind him. "Got him. Not ever going in there again, though."

"Come on Mike it's not their fault they're not right in the head," Sam added but Marko's less focused on their conversation and more on the comic book in Sam's arms.

Once the youngest Emerson was within reaching distance, Marko snatched the comic away,

"Hey! Give it back!" He ignored the boy, instead looking at the cartoon vampires on the cover of, "Vampires Everywhere!"

"I thought you didn't like horror Sam," Marko said calmer than he felt.

"Well, I don't but someone-" He glared at Michael, "wouldn't lend me the money they'd promised to."

His twin protested, "I never promised anything!"

Marko flipped through the book some as Sam argued, "Did so!"

"What's that have to do with you getting this?" He looked away from the vampire on the page to his younger brother.

"Oh, well those guys who work there gave it to me for free and well, it's still a comic."

He tried to take it back then, but Marko kept it out of reach. "Not a chance. This thing will give you nightmares and then you'll start accusing people of being vampires and, while funny, that would also grow old fast."

"Oh, come on I'm not a little kid!" He jumped but it was still too far away. Although not as tall as Mike, his other older brother was still a bit taller than him and much faster as well. Whenever he came close to grabbing it he'd move and the younger of the two would miss.

"Mike tell him to give me my comic," he whined. Michael sighed at both of their childish behavior.

"Marko just give it to him."

He pinched the bridge of his nose when the other laughs out a, "No way." And continues to taunt his younger brother. Just then something caused the blonde twin to freeze up and Sam took advantage of this momentary distraction to grab the comic book back with a triumphant, "Ah-ha!"

Michael looked at his twin curiously only to see his attention is elsewhere. Following his line of sight his dark gaze saw nothing for a minute but then he heard it. It sounded like a group of bikers. That's when he saw them. As they passed by his gaze drifted from the bikers to Marko who never stopped looking in their direction even once they had driven out of sight.

"Marko?"

He didn't appear to hear him, and Michael had no idea why his twin's eyes seemed so far off. His expression was one the brunette had never seen him wear before, so he couldn't pinpoint it right away.

Then just like that Sam broke Marko out of whatever trance he had fallen into by being the bothersome little brother that he was, "See I'm not scared of some stupid vampires!"

For a second Marko thought Sam was talking about the vampires that just rode passed them but quickly realized that he was talking about the comic which was opened to page that showed the cartoon vampire feeding.

"…I guess we'll see about that won't we?" Marko simply said.

Pulling himself away he headed back to their mom's car. It was in the opposite direction of his past-future pack. It wasn't an easy thing for him to do. Now that he'd seen them he wanted nothing more than to turn right around and go after them.

But he couldn't because they didn't know him.

Because he wasn't one of them.

Not yet.

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