Kate sits on the beach, watching the sun disappear into the horizon. The sky is a bright orange, the air balmy. The waves in the ocean crash against each other, loud and chaotic, and she can see a violent twister fast approaching them, threatening to eat up everything in sight. But she's not scared, not really. This is where she belongs.

"Kate?"

She turns around and her heart explodes with happiness. "Daddy?"

He has a warm smile on his face, the same one he always wore whenever he looked at her mom. "How's my Katie-Cakes?"

"Come on, don't call me that."

"You used to love it when you were a kid."

"I'm not a kid anymore."

"No." He takes a seat next to her. "You're not."

They sit there for a long time, her head resting on his shoulder, staring at the fast-approaching twister. "I miss you so much, Daddy."

"Me too, pumpkin."

"Are you happy?"

"No. How could I be?"

His answer catches her by surprise and she turns to look at him. "What do you mean?"There's a strange glint in his eyes, one she doesn't quite understand. A moment ago she felt safe and loved, and now something feels strange. Like she's caught in a world where everything's topsy-turvy and nothing makes sense. "What's wrong?"

"I'm burning in hell, love. Not exactly a happy place."

"But why?"

"Well." His voice is vicious, filled with hate. "I can't pass through the pearly gates if my slut of a daughter is fucking both the Gecko brothers, can I?"

Shame spirals through her. "I'm not, Daddy. I swear."

He grabs her hand, squeezes it hard. "But you will, honey. You will. Sooner or later you're going to spread your legs for both of them. And then you'll end up burning in hell, just like Scott and your Mama and me." His fingers dig into her skin, causing her to bleed. "I guess there is a bright side to all of this. We'll be a family again."

"Daddy, stop!" she screams, trying to pull her hand away from his grip. "Stop! You're hurting me!"

Her pleas fall on deaf ears. Suddenly he morphs into a vampire and his claws rip apart her neck. Blood gushes out of her. She's drowning in it, screaming, the pain unbearable.

The next moment she finds herself sitting on stage at the Titty Twister. The place is empty save for the mutilated body parts spread all over the floor. And blood. There's blood everywhere, marking the floor, the walls. She looks down and finds her clothes covered in blood as well.

"Happy meal for vampires. That's what you look like right now."

She turns around to find Seth walking towards her. He closes the distance and sits down, their legs dangling off the stage. "Do you think we'll ever leave this place?" she asks, surveying their surroundings.

"Why do you want to?" Seth asks. "This is where we belong."

She turns to him, surprised. "Doesn't it scare you?"

He leans in closer, resting his forehead against hers. "I'm scared shitless, Princess. Can't you tell?"

The way he's looking at her, like she's the center of his universe or something makes her insides melt. Excitement rushes through her blood. She feels heady, high.

All of a sudden she's straddling Seth, guiding him inside her body. Her hips buck against his, setting a slow, rhythmic tempo as she makes love to him. Pleasure courses through her veins and she feels the unexpected urge to taste him, drink him in. Her mouth closes over his, kissing him with a hunger that reaches the very depth of her soul, and soon her fangs sink into his neck, tasting the rich, smooth essence of his blood.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he teases.

"Only with you."

He grins. "Liar."

She's with the man she loves. She should be the happiest girl in the world right now but something doesn't quite feel right. A part of her is missing. She feels empty, vacant even as her body hurls towards climax.

Seth flips her over and she's lying on warm sand again. Except it's not Seth thrusting inside her anymore. It's Richie.

Her legs wrap around his waist. Wild and fast, slow and torturous, he fucks her with a thoroughness that leaves her breathless and begging for more.

"Say you love me," he orders, his blue eyes piercing right into her very core.

"I love you."

"Say you want me."

"I want you."

"Only me. Not Seth."

She can't bring herself to say the words. They remain stuck in her throat.

"Say it, Kate," Richie repeats, anger lacing his voice.

"I can't."

He yanks her hands over her head, holding onto her wrists so tightly she can feel his nails slowly cutting through her skin. His hips grind down on her, rough and violent, intentionally bruising her, punishing her. "Because you want Seth too?"

"Yes," she confesses, tears burning her eyes.

"There's a name for girls like you." His eyes are cold, hard. "Actually, many names. Want to know what my personal favourite is?"

"Stop!" she begs.

"Kate the whore. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Stop! Please just stop!"

"Hey bro, when do I get my turn?" Seth asks, appearing next to them. He has the same disdainful smile on his face that Richie does, and they're both looking at her like she's nothing, just a body for them to use and discard.

"As soon as I'm done with her," Richie groans, pounding into her.

She closes her eyes, pleading for it all to stop.

They take turns violating her, degrading her, and she doesn't defend herself or fight back. She simply lays there, taking it, and a part of her wonders if she's beginning to enjoy their humiliation of her.

"What happened to you?"

It's her dad's voice calling out to her. She blinks and finds herself sitting beside her dad again in the RV.

"You used to be such a good little girl. Clean, and pure, and sweet, and innocent."

Rage sweeps over her. "Want to know what happened? Mama died, and you died, and now I'm all alone."

"That's no excuse to whore around with the Gecko brothers," he scolds.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Daddy. Not anymore. You're dead."

"And if I wasn't, would you still love them both?"

Kate wakes up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, body covered in sweat. At first she's confused, wondering why there's a stranger's jacket draped over the chair when the events of last night dawn on her. Seth. Richie. They're back. But she's all alone in the room, except for the hushed whispers in the hallway. She slides out of bed and tip-toes to the door.

"We have to tell her."

"We don't know what she is! Why freak her out when we don't even know the truth yet? Let's just find out what's going on first and then tell her."

"Kate has a right to know."

She swings the door open, catching the brothers by surprise. "What's going on? What are you hiding from me?"