Sierra PoV
Michael's words ease the blame, but only by a sheer amount. I can't help but to feel guilt though, especially when I have a feeling Michael is only informing me that he is well to alleviate me slightly. Admittedly, this whole notion of averting death at Max's clutches is fanatical, but I'm not going to indolently sit back and observe everything. I want to help, even if the concept of death frightens me. For a moment, I avert my eyes from Michael as crimson blood from his first kill is smeared on his face, the scent exacerbates the deadened agony in my stomach hankering for that one drop of blood.
Resisting is possibly the most problematical issue I have ever faced and with the aroma being so potent to my unusually hypersensitive sense of smell, it creates a further complex sensation to kill. The thought of desiring so urgently to kill another of my own kind sickens me to the core; the very image of what I could do if the temptation intensifies terrifies every fragment of me. If this monster inside of me infests me completely, I will have no control of what I do. I can only oppose it though. Until the Head Vampire where I originate from is slaughtered, I'm like this. If the Head Vampire continues to exist, I will either succumb to the vampire side of me due to the human persisting to survive becoming exasperated and weary, or die. Currently, I'm not sure which one will be more peaceful or beneficial.
"I know what will happen and I took it all into account. I'm too stubborn to let an insane vampire kill or rip me apart though, Michael. Plus, I can't idly sit by and not help you and your family when they're in danger" I say, only glimpsing at him when saying this before finding a distraction in tapping my manicured nails on my toned thigh veiled by black fabric that almost camouflages my dark hair where the damp wavy strands have converted into glossy copious spiralling ringlets.
I quickly gesture that he has got something around his face discreetly using a slender finger and circling it around my mouth. It's distracting me far too much and I need to suppress the nightmarish reality of turning. My foremost crusade is to help his family escape the outlandishly horrendous fate Michael's family could see soon, my own request for freedom seceding from this chief battle. Like Michael said, one thing at a time.
"Um, you've got a little something" After he wipes it away, I smile, noticing Marko and Paul making kissing noises despite Michael scolding them, giggling at them a little before returning my sights onto Michael. "As for the bike, um, well, it's my dad's. My real father's bike, like the car. Erm, yeah, I kind of got Star got of that mess by saying it was me who crashed it. Some weird reason he isn't charging me over it. Speaking of Star, she's okay and safe just in case you wanted to know. She feels pretty guilty about what happened"
Out of an awkward sensation looming around the atmosphere after my mentioning of Star, I bite the inside of my lip. My teeth grind down on it though and I can't help but to liberate a pained grunt as a bolt of excruciation whips my stomach. I know what it is, but I'm withholding it. For some abnormal reason, I capture a foretaste of his thoughts and from what I had perceived; he thinks I sought him out with my knowledge being oblivious to his location. I twist my head to peer around the area, this is the beach I had been flicking my eyes upwards to survey everything so often.
"I didn't have to hunt you down by the way. See that house up there?" I ask, indicating the stone wall house near the giant slopes in the green hills in the distance. "It's away from Santa Carla, and that's where my dad lives. So I could see you when I was on the balcony for a moment, at least I
thought it was you. I just assumed you'd be staying here until dawn and took the chance" I notify him, my ears strenuously believing they can still hear the echoes of Jermaine's music, the song choice coincidentally being more upbeat since I departed. If I can hear correctly, the song is 'It's Like That' by Run DMC. The noise is dim, but somehow I can still hear it. Then I hear how he asked me about riding the motorbike and how long I have been trained. "Riding? I started riding two weeks after my sixteenth birthday, so two years in September. Sure you want to go behind though? I mean, this is a 1987 Vmax, and I'm not really used to the power of it since I've got a 1985 Honda back at home and it's much slower than this. Oh yeah, and since I'm staying here on the beach, Marko isn't going to come near me, is he? Not sure whether you've noticed, but erm, his hands are a little messy" I cough a little, the smell being revolting like it is imminent with me. To my dismay, my senses are so sensitive, not even pinching my nose can prohibit it from diving up my nostrils.
I kick the stand so the cherry red bike steadies itself before leaping off of it in order to sit adjacent to Michael in the agile sand, lowering at a gradual pace until I can feel the harsh grains allowing me to sink slightly. Like Michael, I view the cerulean waves create that soothing noise which at any other time would transmit me into a deep slumber, whilst listening intently to him. At his tease based on my driving skills earlier, I can't help but to laugh, finding it amusing now that the scenario is nothing but a distinct memory.
Mike PoV
It seems I didn't get all of the blood off, but at least Sierra let me know it's gone now. Last thing I need is to walk through the door to Grandpa's with blood on my face.
"Still, be careful. I'm heading over to Grandpa's in a few hours. I guess we just wait here and stay away from them two." I point at Paul and Marko, noting Sierra extracting some mirth from their dog shit throwing game. "Yeah I know, Marko grabbed a pile of dog shit when throwing sand. I've been trying to avoid him." I sit down onto the sand, not having much else to say as Paul and Marko went back to their sand war after their amusement in blowing kisses at Sierra and I ended.
"So, you don't ride much? Yeah, my Honda isn't fast either, but I use it all the time. We can leave out here and we can use yours, since you're not used to it. I can do the riding and you hang onto me instead. That way, we get to my Grandpa's and not need to be scraped off a wall." I snicker, only teasing a little about the driving she did as she managed to crash through the cave previously mere hours before now. "You know, you should be a stunt driver, 'cause don't think even The Fall Guy could out do what you did."
My eyes widen as she mentions her family, her finger pinpointing the seemingly big house resting in the mountain across the ocean. This is not good. She has get out of the state to be saved from Max, and that house to me didn't look like it was in any of the states bordering California to me.
"So that's not good, you have family on the boarder of Santa Carla. Guess me and my family aren't the only ones that will have to run our asses to another country if Max doesn't die before sun down. David pretty much said Max's going to be very pissed and will probably flip his shit and kill us all and anyone that knows us. The whole trying to kill him thing just isn't his idea of a good time." I shrug, not much else to say really. I squat down on the sand and watch the ocean rolling in and out. It will be another few hours before it is time to go and get started on the plan to remove max.