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Sierra PoV
My legs chase after him, yelling his name but not beseeching him to turn around. To me, imploring is an indication of weakness, thus, making me appear as passive. I am definitely not a passive person, nor am I aggressive. I'm fiery, stubborn and assertive, three traits that serve me prestigiously in life.
"Michael, wait up! She's telling the truth!" I shout deafeningly above the winds howls spiralling around the desolate area cursed by the dead roaming this planet. He perseveres walking, his back shunning me. "Michael!" I scream in a more demanding tone, not favouring being ignored when all I am doing is attempting to help him. "For God's sakes" I mutter before sprinting at a high velocity, something constructed through countless sessions of cardio and a talent for holding a high stamina, something I'm extremely grateful for in circumstances such as this.
Mike PoV
I keep going, perceiving her beckoning my name from behind me. I don't care. Only one thing is on my mind and that is getting answers from David, or more like just beating his face in. I can deal with the scary shit, the maggots that were supposedly 'rice', but playing with my life, setting me up to become Star's midnight buffet, that is a colossal no. Maybe they hadn't planned on me being at home with Sam, I wouldn't have if my mom hadn't given me that guilt trip to babysit. No, I'd have left out for the Boardwalk and met them there, and then we'd probably have gone back to the cave where Star would have been made to rip my throat out. I don't like being used, and betrayed - she betrayed me. I had thought she liked me. Shit, I'd not have even remotely tried winning her over from some leader of a bunch of biker punks had she acted like I was not worth her time. I don't know what to think. They looked like the bad asses you want to be, but know you're nowhere near their liege. I was trying to compete with them to get Star and she acted like she was interested. Acted, because she didn't want me, just wanted to use me and it's a double blow. I'd been surprised that instead of jumping off their bikes to decidedly beat the shit out of me for thinking of trying to muscle in on one of their girls, they offered a challenge and seemed to have decided I was worth joining them. Seemed, because they're blood sucking monsters and I am just their slab of meat to dangle in front of Star, one of their own. Who was I kidding that I could get accepted buy the cool looking group on the Boardwalk, and a girl? No, instead I get tricked by a bunch of blood suckers who only see me as a meal, and used by the girl whose intentions concerned making me the meal. I am just their toy to kill and it almost cost me the life of my brother. As much as I shouldn't think of this, I can't help it, besides, I don't want to stop it, because if I do, I might come to my senses. I just want to stay angry, it's better than just feeling sorry for myself.
Sierra PoV
I near him, and though this is not how I pictured consoling him, he has given me no choice. My slender fingertips seize the leather fabric of his jacket and snag him around to face me, ensuring he looks me directly in the eyes. This Michael is an incredibly muscular person, so the weight of the muscle did not blend well with this aching frailty this curse has gifted me. I don't show the pain on my face though, nor do I blatantly exhibit it in any other way.
"Now I have your attention, maybe I can talk some sense into you. Confronting David at dawn is basically signing off your own death warrant. He will kill you if provoked, and if you're lucky, severely injured" I watch his facial reaction, shocked and aggravated from the sudden confrontation, if not unnerved from the truth. "You have every right to be infuriated. However, I want to help you, not use you. I know some people who can get us out of this mess. But right now, we need to get as far away from this cave as possible. You may not know me, but presently, you need to trust me. I'm not going to use you, I'm too damn independent to use you and I have morals as well. You have my word on that, and have faith in me when I say this, I'm a woman who always keeps her word"
I wait for him to respond, pondering over whether he'll be furious enough to challenge me or simply take heed in my advice and trust me. Right now, I'm praying he'll select the wise second option for his own benefit.
Mike PoV
I'm suddenly jerked from my thoughts as the girl gets tired of calling me and turns me around to face her. She seems to know David, but I'm still confused as I've not seen her with him. Was she just hiding in the cave watching all this time? Then again, she doesn't seem to know what happened, nor did Star seem to know her. This is odd, but then I'm supposedly, I guess, a vampire or half vampire. This might as well go on the list of odd shit in Santa Carla. With my thoughts distracted, my anger deflates, and now I'm stuck with feeling like shit, like what I am, the stranger from another city, hell state that's out of place and won't ever fit in. The little preppy punk that doesn't know anything. I sigh and look at her, she seems nice, but that and her words could be all an act. However, I have a feeling she is sincere in what she says. Anyway, Star failed in her objective to kill me and 'fully turn'. He'd probably finish me off now.
"Fine" It came out harsh, not for her, but the situation. "Yeah, why wouldn't he kill me with Star failing to do it" The words sounded bitter and cold to my own ears as I turn and head for the bluff. "I'll need to get my bike, they can be disappointed all they want that their girl didn't make her kill"
I continue walking and climb back up the bluff. There is no fight left in me now, I just want to go home and sleep, then wake up and discover that this was all a bad nightmare. The sky is a light grey, but the sun isn't up. I feel tired though as I head for my bike again. I am trying to outpace the girl, she might be nice, but I don't feel like company. Maybe with the threat of me going after David gone, she'll not try to barricade me from resuming journey again.
Sierra PoV
As he turns away, I can't help but to roll my eyes. After the revelation of my father being unspecified, a lack of details provided to me from the only woman who truly knows his identity, Star feigning her knowledge of me myriad times and having to reconstruct the fractured pieces of Star's idiotic and spontaneous scheme, I'm definitely not the woman to infuriate currently. I have more than one issue on my hands, and they aren't insignificant dilemmas either, they are something far beyond my imagination and aptitude. I won't relent fighting though, I will discover who my true father is and will get out of this nightmare alive. In my humble opinion, his mannerism and attitude gestures that he hasn't yet acknowledged how I am very stubborn and resolute to helping him once I decided to. I'm not in the right mindset nor am I in the most cheerful mood to be hesitant with him. No, I shall be forthright and declare my own opinions as a right I am entitled to. His bitterness was something I rarely tolerate, but due to the circumstances, I'll accept his tone for now. Unless he goes too far in offending me, I'll disregard it for now as his own anger. Though I am exhausted emotionally, physically and mentally, I persist to keep my stamina intact and jog after him, even if the steep hill does tire them slightly. Like I said, I'm too stubborn to release him from my presence as something sinister lingers around the already haunted ambiance.
"If you think you're going to get away that easily, think again, and I don't care if I am annoying you, you need to hear me out for your own good. First lesson you need to be educated about when around me, I'm not like Star, I don't give in unless I deem the outcome senseless or precarious, and this is neither of the two" He continues to walk, his pace heightening in speed. I roll my eyes again, that sign of my current mood being obvious, coil my fingers around his leather jacket again, contracting my strong arm muscles toned lightly and wrench him to face me again. "Second lesson, I'm a dancer and cheerleader, therefore, there's no way in hell you're going to be able to outrun me. Now, I don't like snagging you back like this, but if it's the only way you'll show me a little bit of civility and actually face me when I'm addressing you, and listen to what I have to say, then I'll do it" I say, pinning on a smile that informed him our annoyed perspectives are mutual, but I hold a clement sincerity in it to exhibit that behind my stubborn and exasperated flaws, there is kindness. "You're half vampire, right? We're in the same boat here, and I know a way out of it. There's got to be something beyond David turning you into a half-vampire just for the purpose of making you Star's first kill. Besides, Star wanted to use you to get out of this mess" Like I said, I'm not going to be hesitant, I'll be blunt with the man just to get his senses to return to him. "So, there must be another reason. However, I'm not chancing discovering that justification right now. Currently, we need to get -"
My head snaps to view the roaring motorbikes coming our way, instigating me to curse under my breath. Then, as I rotate to get Michael to hide, I realise he has continued his journey.
Mike PoV
Again this girl jerks me to the side. I grit my teeth as I am not in the mood to be yanked around, really not in the mood considering I've just been used by a girl whose strong fondness of me was reciprocated in an act when all along, I was the only sincere one and was near to slaughtering my brother this evening.
"I need to go home." I whisper back at her. I did, because if I don't show up, I'd better be dead for the headache I'll receive from my mom. "I don't think my mom will like me dragging home random people." I was frustrated I wasn't sure what she expected. "And help?"
I shake my head and pull away heading for my bike. Without any control, my head jerks up at the sound of motorbikes coming in. I won't be able to get to my bike and take off before they arrive, but I keep heading for it anyway, because I sure as hell aren't going to walk home and they'll probably chase me down anyway. I am so screwed.
Sierra PoV:
"You are seriously asking for your own death!" I yell, sprinting over to him, ignoring the fatigue I feel. "Do you want to get killed or something?" I hiss, but it's too late to act. David and the others begin the approach us. There is no sun beaming down yet, so they still have the negative fortune to interrogate us. "Oh great, looks like we're screwed. Just make sure you don't provoke the guy, and don't look into his eyes, aim for the bridge of his nose. Looking into his eyes is just asking for trouble. Oh yeah, and control that temper of yours until we get help" I whisper to him, hoping to God he does as I advise. What's the point in praying now? I've lost my faith I was brought up with now. After all, what kind of life is this if God exists? I watch David's smirk rise, a devious and alarming smirk that initiates my warm side to surface after the initial irritation, squeezing his thumb a little and smiling to assure and possibly compose him.
Mike PoV
David and his goons stop to smirk at me, and I can tell he is surprised to see me. I bit off a retort and stiffly walk to my bike, which means I'll have to walk between them as they find it to their liking to park on either side of it. It is hard to reign in my temper as I try sitting. I notice David send the girl a curious, and if I didn't know better, a confused glance. He then looks at me, that smirk taking on a sinister light.
"Had fun, huh? Aw, Michael, you don't look happy about your present" David is mocking me; I don't know what the hell he is talking about. Someone shouts 'woe oh', I think it was Marko as I lunge right off the bike at David swinging. The others don't come in to stop me this time; they just stand and watch, unsure what to do. "You son of a bitch!" I hear my fist land solidly on Davids face. Then, I am thrown to the ground. When I try to get back up, I find a boot on my chest. I look up, his eyes holding amusement in them.
The bastard is getting some sick kick out of my angry situation. I grab his foot and jerk, trying to throw him off, only succeeding in him pressing down on my chest harder, painfully hard. Anymore and I know my ribs will burst. "Finished now?" David leans over me, though glances at the girl again, but this time there isn't confusion, only a grin crossing his face when looking at her, like a cat that has just found a new toy to play with. After surveying the girl, he looks at me. "Disappointing, I was going to surprise you myself, but looks like Star and... Sierra had a little fun running their mouths for you to hear" David makes a disappointed face. I watch as the other three moved from the bikes to suddenly block this Sierra, apparently wanting to keep mine and David's talk one on one. "Stop! Stop with the bullshit! You want to kill me, why the fuck don't get it over with? Stop with the games!" I scream out, feeling that rage I had earlier when I heard Stars true purpose. "I know what you planned, you sick fuck!" "Do you know?" That low mocking laugh only makes me struggle futilely under Davids boot in anger to shut it up. I don't want to kill you, Michael."
That stops my struggle and I stare, confused, at him.
"You really think I'd go through such trouble to get you to join just to feed you to Star?" David reaches down and pats my cheek like I am some little kid being educated on what he did wrong. "I left Star as your personal gift, seems you didn't like it. Too bad, she has a nice body. I know." More laughter from David, damn it, he just won't stop with that dark chuckling. "Oh I told her to make you her first, just to see her squirm. I knew she wouldn't have the guts for it, especially with that delusion you could save her. Go home, Michael"
The last I hear and sense is like some intoned command that I feel an urge to do as instructed. I don't know why I feel the need to follow his words, but I am suddenly free of his boot and I get up, feeling dazed. Actually I can't quite remember why I was mad. Well, I know why I had been mad: Star. But for some reason, it doesn't bother me and I have this strange need to do what I was told to, not that I hadn't intended to go home. It's just this sudden calm and absence of anger, feeling I have to do what he said for me to is bothering me. Though right now, I stare in confusion at what had just happened, then sitting again on my bike, still not sure what I feel. I am calm and feel pretty... blank. That's the only way I can describe this.
Blank.
David looks over at Sierra along with the others that had blocked her from getting involved. I nearly jump out of my skin when they all then suddenly took off into the air and were gone.