Dwayne paced the floor of the cave, not having gotten any sleep since he returned. David was absolutely pissed at him for turning Sophie - so much as he wasn't speaking to him. David wouldn't even let Paul or Marko speak to him anymore when he was around. Star was livid, considering she was the only one who wasn't turned now in the cave.

Laddie felt so much guilt and so much remorse he debated driving a stake through himself. He was only eight physically, but mentally he had wisdom beyond several lifetimes. He didn't want to feed, he couldn't sleep, and he was filled to the brim with hatred of what he was. "Dwayne?" He asked quietly, and the older lad looked over to him from where he sat on the edge of the drained fountain - what had the chandeleir laying in it covered in cobwebs.

"Yes, Laddie?" He replied, looking down at his hands. They were still covered in her blood from where he had tried to stop her wound from bleeding after what Laddie had done. He curled his fists together, looking over to where the little boy sat a couple feet away on the crusty old couch that smelled of mothballs and dirt. "I don't think Sophie is ever gonna wanna talk to me again." It broke him to hear Laddie say such a thing.

He sighed, standing up and walking over to the boy, sitting down on the couch next to him and dust stirred up. He pulled Laddie into his lap and held the child as he was on the verge of tears. "Shh... don't say stuff like that." He consoled, rubbing the smaller boys back. "Sophie is a very forgiving person. There's no way that she's gonna shut you out, I'll make sure of it. I'm going to see her tonight, I'll talk to her for you. Alright?"

Laddie nodded and sniffled into Dwayne's jacket. "She gave it back to you?" He asked and Dwayne shook his head yes. "Does that mean that she doesn't like you anymore?" The question made the older boy huff a chuckle. "Laddie, to be honest with you I don't think she ever really liked me to begin with. I think she just tolerated me to make sure her brother was in good hands." He said.

"Are you kidding?" Laddie pushed himself away enough to look up at the man like he had twelve heads. "Dwayne she was head over heels for you! Every single time we brought you up or she was around you she would light up like a christmas tree!" He exclaimed and Dwayne raised a brow. Did she really? Had he always been this blind? Well, it would be something to discuss when he saw her later on that night.

"And if you say you didn't like her too, well you'd be lying your butt off." Laddie stated. "Oh, is that right?" Dwayne challenged, and Laddie nodded, getting off of Dwayne's lap and jumping on top of the fountain's edge. "I saw your face when David first pointed her out. You always have this cold, 'I'm-gonna-beat-you-up' type of thing, but when you saw her your eyes went like this big," he stretched his arms out as far as he could, "and your mouth dropped like this." He proceeded to gape like the biggest fish.

Dwayne would be a liar if he said he didn't get a kick out of this. Sophie was one of the prettiest girls he ever saw. Her nose was as cute as a button, she was always so clumsy, her laugh was like ringing bells, her voice like velvet - even when it was yelling at him - and her hair was like a long veil of pastel golden curls. Of course he wouldn't be surprised David would pick her.

Max had told him long ago that there would be one girl he would meet in all his years of being a vampire. She would be what Max called his Alterum. That girl would be the center of his universe from the day they met to the day they died. Max had figured to find that girl soon before, but had come up short until the day he met Lucy - Sophie and Michael's mom. Sophie looked nothing like her mom aside from her nose and her generous nature.

David hadn't found his Alterum. Neither had Paul. The closest anyone could come to to understanding what Dwayne was going through was Marko - formerly Marcos. He was turned in 1877, washing ashore to the New World. He was unconscious from the blow David had put to his head after Marcos had drank Max's blood, and so he began his new life while under close watch of Paul, David and Dwayne, completely unaware of what was happening to him. Max stayed to the sidelines, knowing his boys could handle it.

Marcos lived a few months in the agony of the in between stage. Like where Sophie and Star were. He only knew his name, and that his family had come from both Spaniard and Irish background. He worked as a blacksmith in New Hampshire, until he met a girl named Gemma. She was just as beautiful to Marcos as Sophie was to Dwayne. He married her right on the spot. And then when he just couldn't take it anymore, he killed her. Slaughtered her dead - tore out her throat and splattered her blood across the cottage walls.

That was when Marcos became Marko - in honor of the nickname that Gemma would call him - and he joined the gang as the baby of the group. Well, now his spot was taken by Laddie; eventually Star, Michael, and Sophie if things went according to a typical fate. Sunset came after twelve long hours of daylight, tossing and turning on the couch while Laddie slept in the bed with Star (as per usual).

David saw Dwayne sitting up from the couch once the elder had risen from his slumber and scoffed, shaking his head. "You're so pathetic. Falling in love with a human." He muttered under his breath. Dwayne stood up and shrugged his jacket on. "At least I'm capable of love, David. You just havent found her yet." He replied in a civil tone. "Found what, exactly? That Alterum bullshit that Max told us when we weren't but eight years into our new lives? I gave up on that a long time ago because it doesn't exist."

Marko butted in. "It does actually, David." His tone was cold, and his eyes were colder as they narrowed into slits. He leaned down and tied his left boot. "Don't you remember where I came from?" He spat, and David just scoffed once more. "That was just poor judgement and timing. You would have been fine in Maine." Marko looked like he was ready to blow up. He loved Gemma. He still did. He kept a photograph of her always. And David was throwing her and his love for her in the garbage.

Dwayne capped Marko on the shoulder. "Lets just go, Marko, there's no use reasoning with him." It took him a minute, but the elder of the two with Paul's help got Marko out of there before he did something he regretted. Marko went off on his bike by himself, Paul staying behind to keep an eye out for Laddie and Star to make sure David did nothing stupid, and finally, Dwayne hopped on his motorcycle, heading in the direction of Sophie's house.

Time to make things right again.