Mike PoV
I wake up with groan, and I feel stiff and a little sore. I drag myself out from under the bed, where I slept my enforced day time sleep.
:: We're on our way over there.:: Davids voice in my head. That's going to take some getting used to.
"Mike!" Sam screams my name. "We got Sierra down and the basement and uh..." Sam must have figured I am awake as he bursts into the room, along with the Frog kids.
"Plan B is underway." Edgar gives me this look of disgust. "We need to get rid this bloodsucker. He can turn on us at any moment" Edgar looks ready to try and stake me, hand poised on the stake around his belt.
"Edgar, he's my brother! We are not killing him!" Sam protests.
"He's one the undead now. He's one of them and will turn on us." The other Frog, Alan tries to back up Edgars words. I look at Sam, ignoring Edgar.
"They have to be here? David's coming, he'll be here any second." I push past the Frog kids and run down the stairs, Sam yelling out for me to wait up.
"Mike! I need to tell -" Sam shuts up as what seemed to been a trap goes off at the door, spilling the water across the floor.
A moment later, the door's kicked open with David standing there looking irritated.
"A simple little task and you couldn't even do that! Now invite us in, so that we can fix this damned mess you in incompetent children couldn't handle." David cast his eyes from Sam and his Frog friends, over to Sierra. The comment was directed at all of them.
"No it's a trick, he'll kill us all, you can't trust a blood sucker!" Edgar shouts.
"Awww shut up, we're not talking to you." Paul sneers at the Frog kids.
"Ahhh." Sam looks at me, I nod. "You're invited."
"We're all doomed." Alan huffs out when Sam invited them in.
"Well, no shit, Sherlock. Where'd you get the clue?" Dwayne mutters at Alan as they all push past into the room.
"Great, I'm going to see how Sierra is." Sam stops me and starts rattling off what problems he thinks Sierra has. I shake my head and start to walk over to her as she shrugs off the Frog's help and heads toward the basement herself, only to have Edgar suddenly on his knees in front of her, looking like he's about to propose. What the hell? Alan, I think he's cracked as he starts trying to clue Edgar in about my attraction to Sierra. Likely Sam blabbed his opinions on my interest in Sierra to them and Edgar's ignorant of who Alan means and is boasting until he turns around and I'm there and starts tripping over his words.
"Yea sure kid." I shake my head as Edgar backs off. "Stop toking the strange cactus." He gives me a funny look and I wasn't going to enlighten him about Peyote. "Stick to comics."
"Oh you might as well forget those stupid traps of yours, or did you three forget that Max was already invited in? Oh yes, Michael didn't you hear the news? They fucked up the plan, now Max is burnt, alive and very pissed off. Plus the little genius got a hold of an explosive, putting Max on the news... Now we're all good as dead. That pain you felt earlier was just a taste of what he's going to do." David's cold stare fell on Edgar, and then he looked to me. "Might as well say your goodbyes to the world and your family, Max will be on route here soon once he's done with the little problem with the authorities."
"Fuck!" I look at Sam. "What happened?" I near demand.
"They decided to have a conversation which woke up Max." Marko spits out. "The idiot was too busy talking about garlic bulbs, instead of killing."
Paul rolled his eyes. "Garlic don't work, boys. Some vampire hunters you are."
"Sam, you might as well go to the basement with Sierra, and take your friends, just make sure that one doesn't try to molest Sierra in her sleep." I point at Edgar, considering how weird the kid been acting with Sierra, I'd not be surprised if he tried to molest her in her sleep.
"Oh no way am I going to let you do this alone! You're stuck with me butthead, no choice!" Sam yells out.
"I am not a fangbanger!" Edgar suddenly yells.
"And them two," David points at the Frog kids. "I have a plan for them." The smile that crosses Davids face is sinister. "I can't tell you the plan. Max would pick those small brains of yours clean before you took a single step." He then chuckles. "But you will be staying up here with us."
"We don't take orders from Blood suckers." Edgar then says.
"Then you can fight a very angry, very old vampire on your own." David states fatter of factually.
"We do now." Alan turns and says. Edgar doesn't protest to this change of tactics.
David specifically tells Edgar he wants a shot at Max, they wait in the front room and just be himself. We get up in the rafters and sit above the Frog kids and Sam, below is Sierra in the basement. David wants us situated almost on top of each other to throw Max off, Max wouldn't be able to sense us as we are all together and just come in, since he wouldn't be able to pick us off separately like he would if we spaced out to wait out attack. Max will know we are pretty much in the front room, just not how we are situated, other than that we're above, the mortals below and Sierra beneath, so when max attacks, we'd not have to run through the whole house trying to get to him. That was the biggest rule David laid down: move out of reach, don't run, if separated he'd pick us all off without any trouble. It took a few minutes to convince the frogs to do what was needed.
:: I'm stabbing him with this:: Paul holds up some animal skull with long horns sticking out the top, wasn't a deer skull. ::Right in the eyes::
This makes me grimace at the thought of that thing being used to gouge out eyes.
The rest of us have pool cues; Grandpa for some reason has them laying around in his taxidermy room. We had chipped the ends off to points while we waited. We will tap the pool cues on the beam to signal Max is coming, since we would sense him nearing before they would.
I hear the cock of a shot gun.
::I found a new toy:: Marko says telepathically as he lands and sits on the beam, legs dangling down. So it leaves me, David and Dwayne with pointed pool ques.
Now the waiting game for Max.
Sierra PoV
This is quite possibly the most monotonous exertion I'll ever have to face – lying down doing nothing. I attempted to read a little of The Great Gatsby, but seeing how Daisy's yearning for opulence as a blanket of security, which unfortunately, keeps her from being with her one true love, Gatsby, made me want to break down slightly as the reminder of being withheld from a loved ones life, or lives in my case, it not something I wish to recall currently. After that first effort, I placed the book over by the dust infected telephone that had to have been manufactured in the 1940's, next to the velvet red couch where I rest presently. It's wearisome and I would much prefer being up there to aid Michael and the others eradicate Max once and for all. Suddenly, I am startled as the telephone sounds its booming shrill repetitively. Furrowing my eyebrow, I circumspectly extend my previously twisted arm that acted as a hard pillow for my pulsating head, and lift it up, perceiving a vague song in the background, situating it to my pierced ear.
"Hello?" I ask with my facial features the manifestation of perplexity. Thankfully, my throat is starting to cure the invisible claw marks so it doesn't feel like its being assaulted rancorously every time I articulate even the most petite vowel.
"Sierra?" I don't speak figuratively when I say my heart jolts out of astonishment and mystification, a turmoil of two foremost emotions clashing together at his voice. Edgar. "Sierra, where the hell are you? Who's got you? I swear to God I'll ki-" How is this possible? How am I communicating with Edgar when he is upstairs? It has to be my brother, it just has to be.
"I don't know"
That's all I can utter as I am rendered thunderstruck by this unforeseen call from someone who I was only moments ago recalling.
"What do you mean you don't know, Sierra?" Edgar yells, the tension heard palpably in his flustered voice. "You have to know! Where the hell are you?" I am silent. I don't know what this location is. "It's those fucking vampires, isn't it? What have they done to you?"
"Nothing. I'm in Santa Carla"
"What do you mean you're in Santa Carla? You realise we've put missing posters up of you all around town? Not once have you even fucking thought of calling it?" he screams. It's breaking my heart. Frankly, if it wasn't for my outlook on weeping, everything I am would fracture. "You've ran away, haven't you?"
That is one thing I would never do. Not after what Delilah did to them. No. How could he even think that?
"Edgar, no. I wouldn't do that. Listen, I don't know where I am, and I'm fucking terrified to death because of it" I say, my tears seeping through the upset fissures in my throat, ascending then lowering when my heart prompts them to vanish. "I don't know what's going on. There's one thing I'm going to tell you and I mean it, I'm not Delilah, Edgar. I wouldn't leave you like she did, okay? I'm your sister, and I would never do that to you" On the other end, there is an abyss of peace. "Edgar, are you still there?" It lingers. "Edgar? If you're still there, I'm okay. Don't worry about me, alright? I'm going to be alright. Okay, little bro, I'm alright" Its nothing but deceptions, but it has goodwill. I don't feel alright in the slightest, but I have to persist and not succumb to self-pity.
"I know you wouldn't. I'm sorry, Sierra, just... I'm worried about you" I despise hearing him talk like this. It can't be painless for him to see another sister nearly expire from wherever he is. I know it reminds him of Delilah, I know it for a fact.
"Don't. Don't be worried, little bro. I'll be alright, okay? I'm the adult, Edgar, I do the worrying, not you, got it?" I hear dawdling footsteps embarking down to where I am now. As much as it pains me, I have to depart. "Listen, I've gotta go. Tell Mom, Alan and Jimmy I'm alright and nothing's happened"
"I know it has, Sierra" he comments, hearing the panic in my voice. I see a silhouette – Michael. "You're a half vampire, how can you expect me not to worry?" he screams again. My eyes flicker from the phone to the entering man. A tear slips out of my ocean blue gems, then another, then another. Then it ceases. Wiping them away.
"Little bro, please, I'm alright. Trust me on that one. I'm not hurt. I'm okay" my hurried voice whispers.
"Sierra, I swear if you hang up –"
"I've really got to go"
"Not until you tell me where you are!"
"I don't know!" I sigh, aggravated that he isn't heeding anything I say. "I've got to go, something's come up. Stay away from David and the others, alright? Tell Mom and Alan I'm alright. Tell them... tell them I'm... tell them I'm in Los Angeles to discuss that dance scholarship with the college. Love you, little bro. Remember that" With a final plea from Edgar killing me internally, I hang up just as Michael enters the room. I pin a smile on my face, exhilarated to see him again after the horror of today. "Hey, Michael, um," I nervously twiddle around with my hair, not sure what else to do. Why am I so anxious when it comes to guys now? Then again, it wouldn't surprise if its an impairment from Dwayne's forced romance. "Is everything okay?"