So, this is more or less a filler chapter, just me writing, and trying to get back into the mood to write. I've been busy, and having alot on my plate, hopefully im back from my haitus. ^^
I was going to die, or I was dead, that was the thought going through my mind as I woke up, my neck aching and the smell of blood tinged the air. I groaned and realized I was laying on something soft, and upon further inspection, found I was laying on a couch. Michael, Star, Sam and my cousins were all looking at me with worried eyes. "What in the hell happened?" I asked softly, my voice scratchy.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard my voice. "Well, David almost drained you before Michael stopped him, and Max was eradicated. We have the remains for ya when you need to brig them back." Sam said, being elbowed by Edgar and Alan, both of them having dangerous looks on their faces.
"She is not bringing them back." They said at the same time. Everyone paused and then stared at me as my face morphed into determination.
"Whether you like it or not, I made a promise to them, and I always keep my promises." I said before sitting up, groaning as my neck flared up in pain. "So...how did Max take my unconsciousness?" I asked, my eyes roaming around the now messy as shit house. Then my mind wandered away, my thoughts taking a darker course. David could have killed me, if Michael didn't stop him, he could have. Well shit, I was lucky to be alive.
I got to my feet and then looked at everyone there. "Take me to them." I said, shakily, my body trembling with effort. Michael rushed forward as I fell, and I landed in his arms. "Okay, take me to them...in like a few days or something. Right now I need sleep and stuff to boost the blood in my system." I panted, before passing out a second time in one day.