Back at the mountains, the deteriorating woman started shaking heavily. In her obvious weak state, some would think she was having a seizure. Her companion ran to her as soon as he saw her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, "What's wrong?"
"She killed so many of my children." she whispered.
"That's awful!" the man exclaimed.
"She's very strong." the woman said, "Stronger than I anticipated."
The man wasn't sure if he should be terrified about her going so lightly over the death of some of his fellow men, or pleased because she was pleased.
Lewis and Alice had returned to the air force base. There, they ran to the infirmary first, cleaning up their wounds. As Lewis promised, he would tell Alice everything she wanted to know, however from the moment she told him where they were, through cleaning up most of their wounds, as she was sitting on one of the infirmary's beds, she hadn't said a word.
"I bet you're wondering why there was no rabbit hole when you entered Wonderland, right?" Lewis said.
Alice looked at him, not sure if she should laugh or cry.
"I'm just guessing, but you have a lot of questions in your mind, you just don't know which one to ask first." Lewis said, "Is that right?"
Reluctantly, Alice nodded.
"How about I tell you who I am first, and we'll built up from there." Lewis suggested, "How does that sound?"
Faster this time, Alice nodded. Lewis sat down next to her on the bed, and began: "If you haven't figured it out already, I'm not really West's son. In truth, I'm working for an agency, who hired me because... well, because they didn't think I was good enough at Quantico."
"Who are you then?" Alice asked, "C.I.A.?"
"More like an off-shoot." Lewis explained, "Among other things, we hunt down people. Well, people like the ones you just saw tonight."
"Those people..." Alice was still shocked about the whole thing, "... What were they?"
"Throughout history, depending on tribes and era's, they've had a lot of names." Lewis answered, "But if you want to use a technical term, they're bloodsuckers. They feed themselves on our blood."
"Why?" Alice didn't understand.
"The same reason we kill other living things." Lewis answered, "To survive."
"But... What do they want with me?" Alice asked.
"Curiosity." Lewis started to sum up, "Sibling rivalry. Claiming the price on your head. I suppose each had their own reason."
"Wait!" Alice got confused, "What do you mean by all that?"
"They can sense how special you are." Lewis continued, "So it makes sense they'd want to know what your blood tastes like."
This was starting to make less sense to Alice: "Special?"
"How far can you remember anything?" Lewis asked her.
Alice didn't know where that question came from, but if it helped making sense out of any of this, she answered: "I can remember being at a carnival when I was eight, eating ice cream with my dad."
"Is that what you remember?" Lewis questioned, "Or is that what you've been imprinted?"
"Lewis... or whatever your real name is..." Alice started.
"Lewis is my real name." Lewis said, "But it's me who should wonder about your real name."
This was where Alice started to lose her patience: "What is it you're trying to tell me?"
"I'm trying to tell you about your mother!" Lewis shouted, hoping she'd calm down.
"My mother?" Alice was more than surprised he brought that up, "My mother died giving birth to me."
"General McKee's wife died giving birth to her daughter." Lewis corrected her, "But you're not that daughter."
Alice got up, upset about the news she just received, but Lewis didn't stop: "That daughter died in a car crash, some three years ago. Which also happened to coincide with the date that an amnesiac was found, which McKee took in, as a replacement for his daughter."
"You're insane!" Alice shouted.
"Then tell me..." Lewis continued, undisturbed, "... have you ever, by whatever means, tasted blood?"
Alice looked more dumbstruck than before, so Lewis explained: "For instance, have you ever eaten a piece of meat that still had some blood..."
"I'm a vegetarian!" Alice interrupted.
"Oh really?" Lewis did seem surprised that time, "Why is that?"
"Because I get nigh..." Alice stopped talking as she realized where he was going. She remembered last time she ate meat, she started seeing things. Horrible things. She dismissed them at the time as nightmares and decided to never eat meat again.
"You understand now, don't you?" Lewis said, sounding as serious as anyone ever could.
"I'm one of them?" Alice asked, pleadingly.
"Not exactly." Lewis answered, "Remember when I talked about sibling rivalry?"
Alice remembered, but she didn't nod or shake her head.
"There is this one bloodsucker." Lewis continued, "One of the oldest, if not thé oldest of them. Some have speculated she was Lilith, from Jewish mythology. But around here, she's known as Onigen."
"What about her?" Alice asked.
"She can turn people into bloodsuckers, much like herself." Lewis explained, "However, as she has to mingle with people in order to feed or turn others, it happens that she would end up making love to humans. At one time, she actually conceived a child. And that child..."
Lewis stopped talking, because he realized, from the look on Alice's face, that she understood.
"I'm her daughter?" Alice sounded as though she had trouble believing this.
"I told you you were special." Lewis continued, "You're one of us, and at the same time you're one of them."
"No!" Alice shouted, "I'm Alice McKee! I'm not a bloodsucker!"
"I never said you were." Lewis said.
"Get out!" Alice shouted, pointing at the door.
Lewis sighed deeply: "Very well."
He got up and turned to leave. But midway his turn, he turned back to her.
"Out!" Alice repeated herself.
"In case you need to talk to someone..." Lewis took out a pen and a piece of paper, scribbled something down and handed the piece of paper to her, "... this is where you'll find me."
Alice didn't want to take it, she didn't even stick out her hand as if she were undecided about it. Lewis shrugged, and laid the piece of paper down on the bed they sat on just seconds before, then left through the door. Alice picked up the piece of paper, fumbled it up and looked for a bin to throw it in. She couldn't find one, so instead she decided to keep it in her pocket until she could find a bin to throw it in.
At Alice's house, the General was sitting in his chair, waiting for his Sergeant to call him. As he waited, he heard a thud.
"Alice?" he called, but nobody answered.
He got out of his chair and ran to Alice's room. He opened the door to her room. The light was out, but with what little he got from the hall's light, he saw a shadow in her room, who held a flashlight. He turned on the light, only to find Luke. He didn't know Luke, but even if he did, he couldn't allow him to be in his daughter's room like that.
"Who are you?" he demanded, "And what are you doing in my daughter's room?"
Luke put away his flashlight: "You know just as well as I do that she's not your daughter."
The General was awestruck. He knew this day would come, he didn't expect it so soon: "Who are you? Her father?"
"Please." Luke replied, "She's old enough to be my grand-daddy's grand-daddy's grandmother."
This made no sense to the General, but Luke didn't plan on explaining that to him: "Look, there are forces at work here you can't begin to understand."
"Yes." the General agreed, "I'm looking at one of them."
"I wasn't talking about me." Luke replied, "I was talking about your daughter. Believe it or not, she's a danger to your base, and to all of humanity. Like it or not, I have to take her awa..."
"I'm not letting you near her!" the General shouted, as he started his attack on Luke. Luke fought back, dodging every attack from the General. The latter at some point had no choice but to take out his gun. Luke tried to hold him off on using it by holding both his arms, but the General was too strong for him. Luke kicked him in his manhood, which by a strange cycle of events, caused him to bow his head down, while at the same time pulling the trigger on his gun, and accidentally shooting himself in the head. Luke dropped the General down, knowing there was nothing else he could do if he wanted to. As he left the room and went into the hallway, he came across Alice. Alice saw the blood on Luke's clothes, and having heard the gunshot earlier, she could draw her own conclusions.
"What have you done?" she demanded.
Instead of answering, Luke took out his own gun. Alice ducked away before he could fire, headbutt him in his stomach, causing him to fall down, dropping his gun, which Alice kicked away. She ran into her room, finding what remained of her father. She held him in her arms, called his name, realizing too late that he was shot in the head, so there was no way he would get up.
Meanwhile, Luke recovered from the headbutt he received, got up, tried to find his gun, followed Alice into her room, only to find her gone, with her window still open. He heard a car starting and leaving, and thought of running to the window to shoot the car, but realized he'd be too late if he did. He left her room, looking for a phone, with which he called headquarters.
"Hello? This is Luke." he spoke to the person on the other end, "I found the girl, but she got away."
There was a pause on the other end, before he advised him: "If our operative did his job right, there may be just one place where she'd run off to."
Luke knew who he meant: "Lewis."