Mike PoV
The ride wasn't long. I was able to push Sierra's bike far more than my own and get us there in ample time, though hopefully Mom has yet to wake up. I wave at Sierra to follow, parking the bike down the street at the curb and walk over to the house, jumping the fence, not wanting to risk Mom in the kitchen cooking or out on the porch if she's awake. I point at the window, knowing Sierra could fly as well and I fly up and open it, then step in. It is my window, so I don't scare the shit out of Sam.
I then walk over and see if the door to his room joining the bathroom was locked. I silently swear and walk out, gesturing for Sierra to stay in my room. I don't have time to play 'talk the dweeb into listening to me', nor do I want to alert Mom and have her come upstairs upset, wasting valuable time as well as screwing up any hope in getting Sam and her out of Max's claws. I fly out and to Sam's window, pulling it open silently and stepping in. Sam freaks out and starts chocking, screaming that I don't kill him.
I have to calm him down before allowing Sierra in. Sam will be way to hysterical if she follows me. After I manage to get him to calm, he starts saying something about holding out until Max is dead. I wince and announce what I did to get the information needed. Sam, again, flips out and I have to shove my hand over his mouth repeatedly telling him to shut up. When he calms down, I remove my hand.
"You what? Are you crazy? You lost your shit sucking mind? This is how you handled it?" Sam is back to being hysterical, and if he doesn't calm down, he'll have the whole house in here.
"Ssshh, sshh, Sam, you'll get Mom in here. Calm down, I'm not going to do anything. It was the only way. You could have ended up dead and if we don't get rid of Max before sundown, we need to all get out of town, real fast." I have to really bite back the irritation and the need to snap and react cruelly to Sam, but I know that isn't me, or what used to be me. I don't need Sam hurt further by this. "Calm down, Sam. I know how to get rid of the dog."
At me saying this, Sam shuts up in his freaked out episode of 'brothers here to kill him and his family'
"What?"
"Why I did this, so you won't get killed or Mom taken, but you have to promise me you won't do something stupid. You're smart, but I don't want you doing something that will get you killed." The sun is going to be up soon. The sky is already brightening now, that's when I get this sort of message into my head telling me Max is home as expected. That means this can be done today. Oh thank God, because if it can't, David had suggested removing my family from Santa Carla because we pretty much all would have to be on the run. David, too, from a very pissed off insane Max.
"Fine, but..." Sam suddenly hugs me in a death grip and starts crying.
"Sam? I'm still the same." Well sort of, discounting the lust to kill, lack of caring and nasty temper. "Max is home." Sam shoots his head up to give me a 'what the hell you been smoking?' look. "Sam, the dog will try to kill anything it thinks a threat including trying to rip open cars to get them, someone could be a decoy to get the dog outside of the gate, while everyone else runs inside. Max's dog dies when Max dies, you have to make sure to kill Max right off, 'cause you miss, he'll still be able to get up and kill you. Sierra will help. I'll let her in here, okay?" I sigh. "I know I didn't want to do this, Sam, but I couldn't let something happen to you and Mom, and if you went back after that dog, you would likely not survive a second try if Max doesn't show up here first before you could make another go."
"Who's gonna be a decoy?" Sam wipes at his face to erase the tears. I want to feel bad, or to care for what my brother's feeling. I don't, I care for him, but just can't feel for him. I can feel anger, mostly at Max for doing this. For going after my family when he could just ended with me. I also could hate and with everything that has been going on, I feel a deep hate for Max, though I probably would anyway if I was a normal human and Max was a normal human too.
"Not you, you're already hurt and I don't want you getting killed. Careful, you're going to pop those stitches open or make yourself scar real bad." Gently, I unwrap Sam's arms from around me and wipe at the little bit of blood with my sleeve. I am sated and this close to dawn I feel no stirrings to kill and anytime I see Sam, I'll be sure to have fed so he wouldn't be endangered by me. "See if your commando friends can help, they helped the first time. Sierra, the girl from the other day will help as well. I don't know about using a car or who's car that could be used. Grandpa would kill us if it got ate up by a hellhound." I smile and Sam smiles back. The thought of grandpa flipping kinda helped the mood.
Suddenly, I'm not sure. I know how tired and weak I felt when the sun came up by the third day; how would Sierra overcome that? Hopefully she could.
Sierra PoV
At Michael's directive, I find the abnormal power inside of me to levitate my whole body into the air, taming it enough to lower the dominance of fluttering in the air, steadily placing my feet onto the floor with the aid of a curtain. Another gesture indicates that I am to stay in his room until he deems it suitable timing for me to emerge, most likely when he has created a poised Sam instead of allowing him to endure being hysterical at his brother's turning.
I watch as Michael leaves the room, then discovering an interest in examining my nails, documenting in my memories how the length has vastly changed within these last few days. They have maintained a good shape and strength, but the inches added have greatly enhanced the appearance of them.
Then, it strikes. The explosion of tremendous excruciation in my stomach has arrived again, causing me to liberate a resounding moan from my lips. Instantly, inside of me it is the human's crusade to trounce the vampire's desires. Because of this conflict, I buckle to my knees with the agony slashing every section of my body. Each muscle has a sensation like it is about to be exterminated by this lethal side of me. I clutch onto my stomach, those serrated claws tearing at my stomach until I succumb to immortality. It's sheer torture. The scent of metallic blood, sweet and divine, rushes into my nostrils, that very aroma elongating those veiled pearly white fangs, adjusting the cerulean pigment of my eyes into a pure golden hue.
Those nails I was previously surveying have drawn out, transforming into hideous claws that scrape along the bathroom door, the white paint peeling off with the motion, congregating into my nails in an attempt to rid the horrific pain.
The monster lurking inside of me is desperate, aching to feed, to taste that blood. The human whispers words of hope for me though, retaliating against the growls from a vampire. They both want me to join their forces, but it's too much. I just want to give up, to be in a sensational heaven that involves mortality.
Vertigo spirals in my head, distorting my mind until my eyes slip to a close, my body plummeting to the ground, slamming against the wall before slumping down to the ground with the echoing combination of both my head colliding with an anonymous furniture object and the click of a lock. As my consciousness ebbs away, I can only hear Michael's voice like it's a hushed murmur. Then, everything is the darkness.
Falling into dreams, I can't hear anything other than a weeping girl depicting my voice murmur: Please help me.
Mike PoV
"We might have to, no other way, but shit, shit-breath figures out it can rip through the top." Sam trails off. I know what he meant, but hopefully it won't go that far.
When I open, the door, I see Sierra has passed out and notice the claw marks on her side. I thought I heard her growl. This isn't good. My brother's blood scent must have reached her and I should have been aware of that, but thankfully she wasn't in the room and lost it, I'd have had to probably knock her out. I don't favour punching girls, even ones psycho on a blood lust. I pick her up into my arms and carry her over to the bed, sitting her down on it.
"Hopefully it can be kept distracted or Sierra can drive off or run the mutt down with the car, but come back soon as the dog looses interest. Likely won't be happy that its locked out of the gate and will catch on its been tricked. They're apparently smart from evil hell dogs." I don't know how smart, but it won't be a surprise if it can figure out it is tricked.
"Yeah. Oh, and Grandpa's shot gun! Shit, could use it, fill that shit with wood. If I can get one of Mom's necklace out of her room, take the pellets out and pop those beads in, line that up with Max's heart, shit can't miss! Edgar and Alan can be on standby with the arrows and nail him that way." Sam has eagerness to kill Max, a bit too much eagerness.
"Alright, well I'm going to sleep. Prob not a good idea to wake me, I was cranky before. I don't want to do some kind of knee jerk reaction and I have no idea how I'd be like, just kinda have a feeling I'd not be nice." I'm not sure, but I can guess if I had attitude before, I'll be a lot worse now if I should be woken during the day, so probably be an only if he really, really had to. Sam gives me a funny look as I slide under the bed.
"What do I tell Mom? 'Cause this isn't as easy to hide and she'll probably will think you're crazy and try to drag you out and take you to a horse-face asshole shrink, but you'd explode when you hit the sun?" Sam isn't making me feel relaxed.
"Tell her, I came in and then left out, over at friends, but I was in a rush and sorry I didn't let her know?" I have a feeling this explanation isn't going to make Mom happy. "Just don't tell her about me being under the bed, she'll freak."
"Sure." Sam rolls his eyes and puts a blanket over the window. "I'll wake sleeping beasty up in a minute, just hope she doesn't kill me"
"I don't think she'll try in the day, Sam. 'Cause if she killed you, she'd full turn and then explode out in the sun. I didn't feel a driving need for blood in the day, just wanted to sleep. Worse she'll do is fall asleep running." I sigh and try to relax, falling into this weird slumber.