Updated as of 2-22-18
Amethyst, now five years old, had long blond hair and her blue eyes seemed to be brighter. The amethyst stone she was found with remained around her neck at all time.
She wasn't very talkative but she wasn't shy either; some days she would be very quiet and other days very loud. The child was always full of energy and happy. She loved living with the boys.
Amethyst ran up to Paul and jumped as she reached him. He caught her, lifted her and spun around before putting her down.
"Hey, what's up girl?" He looked down at her with a grin.
"I wanna go to the boardwalk!" she shouted with a huge smile as she bounced in place slightly.
"Let's go." David said. He still didn't like the idea of her being there but had gotten used to her; it had been four years already. At least he didn't have to deal with her crying anymore.
They got outside and the boys got on their bikes. Amethyst always rode with Marko or Paul, sometimes Dwayne but never with David.
"Can I ride with you, David?" she asked. Every night she would ask him even though she knew the answer before he gave it. He didn't look back at her as he started his bike.
"No."
"You can ride with me." Marko said as he picked her up and put her on the back of his bike.
"Okay!" She cheered happily.
They arrived at the boardwalk and Amethyst instantly hopped off the bike to take off running. Marko grabbed her hand before she could get too far.
"Whoa girl, don't just run off. You have to stay with one of us."
"I want cotton candy," she informed him.
"Alright, let's go get some." He picked her up, put her on his hip and walked towards the nearest cotton candy stand.
"Can we go see Grandpa Max later?" Amethyst asked. Marko frowned slightly.
When she had turned four they brought her to meet Max and he told them that the next year she was gunna start living with him while he taught her. The boys didn't know when at the time he'd said that. He could've meant the beginning or the end of the year.
"Maybe," Marko muttered. He bought her a stick of cotton candy and they returned to where the boys stood.
"We're going to see Max." David told them. The boys nodded, reluctantly, and followed him to Video Max.
David and Amethyst walked into the store while the boys waited outside. Max smiled at Amethyst when he saw her.
"Hello Amethyst," He greeted her as he knelt down and handed her a lolly-pop.
"Hello Grandpa Max!" she replied happily as she took the candy.
"Why don't you go wait with the boys?" Max suggested with a smile. Amethyst nodded before she ran back to the others. Max turned David, his smile gone.
"I told you when she was five she'd come live with me. She can't go to school, so I'll home school her about the necessities."
"But you won't tell her about it." David inquired.
"Of course not. That job will be yours. She'll come home with me today." Amethyst walked in and looked up at David.
"I'm gonna live with Grandpa Max?" He looked down at her. Max frowned.
"Amethyst, I told you to wait outside." he chided gently.
"I was gonna but... I wanted to get lollies for everyone," she explained to him before she looked back up at David. "Am I going to live with Grandpa Max?" she repeated.
"Yes." Amethyst frowned, her bottom lip quivered visibly for a moment before she sucked her lip in between her teeth to stop any tears. David hated when she cried, he found it annoying, so she never cried in front of him. She ran back outside, over to Marko and tugged on his jacket. He kneeled down in front of her.
"What's up?" he asked with a smile.
"Why am I going to live with Grandpa Max? Did I do something wrong?" she sniffled. Marko's smile fell.
"Wait, you're going to live with him now?" He stood up.
"That's what David said," she mumbled. Paul frowned and went inside.
"Hey, Pidge, you didn't do anything wrong," Marko assured her as he knelt back down, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Then why can't I say with you?" She rubbed her eye with the sleeve of her shirt.
"Because you can't go to school, Grandpa Max is going to give you lessons at his house." Dwayne explained.
"B-but... Why can't I go to Grandpa Max's house for lessons then back home?"
"It's all up to Max... it'll be easier this way," Marko said as he forced a smile.
"It's not goodbye forever," Dwayne assured her. Paul suddenly came out of the store, he let out a huff before he grabbed Amethyst in a tight hug. Her eyes widened but she hugged him back. Max and David came out of the store.
"Say goodbye," Max spoke quietly, only the boys could hear him. "Then you boys will leave. You are not to see her during the time she's with me. I don't want you coming near the store either." Dwayne and Marko didn't hide their glares, equally at Max and David. Marko pulled Amethyst into a hug next. As much as she wanted to cry she didn't.
"Am I ever going to see you guys again?" she asked, fear and sadness clear on her face and in her voice.
"Sure you will, in a few years." Marko reassured her before he kissed her forehead. Dwayne picked her up.
"We'll see you again. Don't worry." She hugged him before he put her down. Dwayne touched her head gently and gave her a sad smile before he pushed her back lightly towards Max. She didn't even look up at David as she walked passed him. It shouldn't have bothered him, but for some reason it did. Normally she was obsessed with him but she wouldn't even look at him. She didn't even say goodbye to him.
"Now leave," Max said to the boys. David looked at the back of Amethyst's blond head for a moment before turning and walking out of the store. The boys got on their bikes and drove off. Amethyst turned around quickly and watched them go, tears ran down her little face. She wanted to say goodbye to David too but he found it annoying when she cried. She didn't want to bother him; she was sure he didn't mind anyway.
Five years later Amethyst was 10-years-old. She had lived with Max for five whole years without seeing the boys once. She had her own room and he taught her the normal things kids learned in schools: Math, History, English, ect. Amethyst still missed the boys but figured that by now they must have forgotten about her. They never visited and she never saw them at the boardwalk. They avoided the video store because she wasn't allowed to leave it when she was there.
One night while Max wasn't paying attention she sneaked out and ran down the boardwalk in search of the boys. Amethyst pushed her way through the crowds then stopped suddenly when she heard four motorcycles. She ran towards the sound just in time to see the boys riding off. They looked exactly the same, even though only five years had gone by. Amethyst thought it was normal. She frowned watching them go. A sudden burst of determination ran through her. Max probably wouldn't let her out of his sight again and she wouldn't have another chance like this for a long time. She ran in the direction the boys drove off.
Amethyst ended up following the boys down to the beach where a small group of people where having a party around a small bonfire. She hid far enough away so they wouldn't see her. Amethyst looked down at the little pink watch on her wrist. Max would know she left by then. Would he come looking for her? Probably. She looked back up and her eyes widened in horror as she saw her boys attacking, killing and drinking from the people at the fire. Their faces were changed. Amethyst felt fear spark through her small body as she got up and quickly spirited back to the boardwalk.
Amethyst ran back to Video Max where Max was waiting with an angry expression. When he saw how terrified she was his face softened. He kneeled down and she launched herself at him.
"Amethyst, what's wrong?" He asked, rubbing her back.
"I-I got lost," she lied. He knew it was something else but didn't ask her about it; he wanted her to calm down so she might talk to him about it on her own.
About 20 minutes later, after she calmed down, Amethyst sat on the counter and swung her feet back and forth. The images of the boy's faces wouldn't leave her mind. Had they always been like that? Was she like that? They were her family after all. She frowned, thinking about it. The biggest question she still had, even after seeing what she saw, was still: When were the boys coming back for her?
