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Mike PoV
"What the hell?" I get sand right into the side of my face. Great, I still have blood drying on me and my face. Now I have sand stuck all on me.
"Dude, don't be a bore! Shit, we have to wait! Don't mean we have to be all depressive and shit." Paul cackles as he is the one trying to initiate 'fun'.
Dwayne had taken off to remove the body of my meal, while David went to stalk Max, which apparently David did a lot of in attempt to find catch Max off guard, but the Hell dog has always made it impossible. Max doesn't trust David since he and the rest had learned to block him from having full view of their thoughts. Apparently part of his wanting to make a family is to put a tighter leash on him. If he could get David under control, the rest of the gang or pack would follow.
"Yeah, get off your ass! Unless you're just going to sit there and take it." Marko said, and then grins at Paul. Oh God, they're not...
"Stop! Hey! Stop it, you assholes!" I yell out as they both start to pelt me with sand. "What the hell, acting like fifth grade bullies!" I pull my jacket off to try and block their sanding me. Sand is getting down my shirt and in my pants and that was not comfortable. Finally, I drop my jacket and fill it with sand, pulling the ends up and charge at them, trying to belt their asses with it.
"Owe! Fuck, that hurts, shit! Mikey's crazy! Run! Save yourself Marko!" Paul screams out as I keep beating him with the jacket full of sand, laughing and cackling.
This gets me to laugh a little, monsters or not, apparently they liked having fun like any teen would. Someway that is a relief that I won't become some shell of a thing driven to only kill.
I get hit with more sand being thrown around, Paul from under me, Marko from the side.
"Don't worry, I'm beating you ass next, you little pip squeak." Paul cackles, enjoying this fun little battle we are having.
"Ouch, man! Using my size to insult... low blow!" Marko doesn't sound bothered and keeps throwing sand at me, most of it hitting my face and getting into my mouth, which caused me to gag."Yeah, eat the sand, eat that sand like the bitch you are!" He starts shouting at me.
"Shit, it's getting in my mouth!" Paul yells out.
"You're my bitch too... eww, yuck, oh gross, eww it's all over my hand." Marko starts shouting, causing me to look over to see what had him complaining. "Who the fuck walks their dog all the way out here? Gross, hey Paul come over here!"
"Oh hell no, Marko! You're on your own, keep your shit tainted claws away from me man." Paul scrambles out from under me.
"Oh, no, don't even look at me." I back up, grabbing my jacket off the ground. It's safe to say this night has been insane.
Sierra PoV
Embracing my curves is a black jumpsuit with thin black lace brimming the chest area, allowing the slim hourglass figure to be viewed perfectly. Layering that main component to the ensemble is jet black motorcycle jacket which aids the theme of the fashion Charlotte was aiming for, and finally black fringed riding boots. My tight waves full of volume are tied back into a high and loose ponytail that I shall put down later on. My eyelid consists of a cat-eye inspired eyeliner sleek, bringing out my blue eyes to stand out among the eyeliner and extensive eyelashes subtly plastered in mascara. On my lips is a dark rouge lipstick, providing me with some colour other than my eyes and bronzed complexion. Suspending from my ears are two ruby earrings to present a sophisticated look that continues to support the biker facade. I have attired an outfit similar to this one beforehand.
"If I'm not back by tomorrow night, go to The Emerson's house, it's the one secluded from town, and I should be there. Just tell them you're my father and everything should be okay. Make sure you don't go to the cave on Hudson's Bluff though. It's fundamental you don't, okay, Jan?" I inform Jan who leads me to a cherry red Vmax, an incredibly fast motorbike of this era. He turns me around where I hug Jermaine goodbye and whisper a thank you to him for assisting me earlier. Next I hug Charlotte before going to Jan who orders that I remain wary and careful. Finally he informs me that he will eternally be proud of me. "Thank you for giving me the chance to know what a real father's like" With that, a tearful Jan pulls me into an embrace, one that will not be our last.
I mount the motorbike, gunning the engine subsequent to saying my farewells, startled at how prompt the velocity is as I clutch onto the handles to prevent falling. After a few minutes, the driving and reflexes escorting it convert into something complex to something effortless. The loose ponytail collapses, leaving my thick, black coffee waves to entangle with the wind but remain in a neat form.
The journey to the beach does not take as long as expected, and to my delight, I can see Michael in the distance. I am saddened though as I see crimson stains on the grains of sand, meaning Michael has made his first kill. Currently, Michael is chasing a cackling Marko and Paul around, causing me to giggle a little and drive at a steady pace until I become equal with a stunned Michael. I want to say something amusing like they do in the movies during these situations, but when I gape my lipstick painted lips, nothing like I wish to say comes out.
"Um, hey? You probably think I'm crazy for coming back with a Head Vampire wanting to kill me, but, erm, I want to help still. You helped me, now I'm helping you. Well, your family. Which I presume helps you in a way? It's what friends do, right?" I inform him, smiling as much as I can despite feeling slightly unnerved. I didn't know what else to say, but I'm hoping he will accept my help.
Mike PoV
I jerk my head to the side, hearing a bike coming up in the distance. If I didn't know better I'd say it is Sierra, but she should be half way to out of state by now.
"Sierra?" I whisper to myself.
"Look out!" I hear Paul yell and I turn just in time to dodge Marko who was trying hard to use me as a hand cleaner.
" Shit!" I fall to the ground, but get up and move away quickly.
"Got that right!" Paul cackles.
"C'mon, Mikey! I need a little help here!" Marko calls at me.
"Go jump in the ocean! I do not want your dog shit encrusted fingers near me! Oh gross; why do we have to have a strong sense of smell? I can smell you from here!" I half laugh, half gag, and moved away from Marko who then runs after Paul.
The bike has grown closer and I stop to look as the mysterious girl who pulls up is Sierra. I am only half happy to see her, the other half dreads what will happen to her. I run over to her, again trying to wipe at my face as I'm not sure if it still holds the ruminants of my kill, but I want to not look as horrifying as I'd likely look.
"Sierra? What are you doing here? You're crazy. You're really crazy." I slow to a stop at her bike.
Marko and Paul don't move and without looking, I know they are watching her with uncertainty, I can feel it as if this feeling was in my veins telling me that my pack mates aren't happy about her coming back. Pack mates... well, as strange as it is, that sounds more appropriate than thinking gang members since gangs don't eat people.
"You get caught by Max, you know what will happen. Shit... you're crazy. Look, if you help, then you'll have to stay here. We go back to my Grandpa's near and, and, uh..." I glance at her bike then her. "Do you have a rich uncle in Santa Carla, because first a car, now that?" I stare at the bike. "I guess I'll have to ride behind you. How long you been riding?" I am a little curious as Sierra doesn't look like the type that rides a bike.
"You just now catching on that she's crazy?" Marko calls out.
"Yeah, she broke the jukebox, burn right through down that cliff and into the cave!" Paul smacks one hand over the other, making a loud smack to emphasize how crazy that was. "I was gonna fix it, too!"
"Yeah, with what education? You can barely read a Dr. Suess book, much less rebuild a jukebox." Marko starts laughing as Paul lunges ontp him.
"Aaahhh! Oh shit, shit, you tricked me! Eww, eeeww, now it's all over my clothes! Oh gross! This is totally not cool." Paul starts stripping his jacket and the mesh shirt off with Marko cackling on the sand having used the opportunity to make Paul's jacket a shit towel.
They are distracting, but I turn my head away from them to look at Sierra. She looks good in the suit she is attiring. My eyes do kind of wander down her legs, but only for a moment before I look her in the face, not directly in the eyes. I kind of get why Sierra had mentioned something about the eyes. I guess it's an instinctual feeling that would be a challenge or threat and is rude when not planning either.
"I guess I can use some help, cause I won't be able to do anything in the day no, not that I could do much." I run my hand through my hair, feeling very awkward right now, considering, what an hour maybe two ago that I last saw her and it wasn't good circumstances.
Then it comes to me. What I wanted to tell her when I tried stopping her.
"It's not your fault. You didn't know what was going to happen, don't blame yourself for this, you..." I stop in what I was saying, hearing kissing noises coming from the direction of Paul and Marko.
"Shut the fuck up you two!" I turn my head and scream at them, which gets them laughing, and then back to Sierra."I'm alright, don't worry about me or what happened and don't blame yourself for it. And, friends sounds good! Yeah, help, but no doing anything like dying or getting ripped apart."
I have a feeling she isn't going take no for an answer anyway, considering she hunted me down on the beach like a nut when there's a deranged vampire wanting to paint his walls with her.