Sierra PoV

I don't like Paul referring to me simply as 'Girl', but I'm not in the position right now to debate it. Furrowing my brow, I look around at the many people, kissing Michael's forehead before rushing to my feet. I'm worried about him, who wouldn't be worried about a guy impaled though? I'll try to be quick putting them downstairs.

"I'll be back in a second" I comment before Paul orders me to grab Dwayne's feet. I do as he says, walking down the stairs. We access the dreary room. "Stay here for a second, I'll get my stuff off the couch" I feel uncomfortable in Dwayne's presence as he embodies the man who broke my heart and mind weeks ago slightly. However, I've got to relentlessly think that he is not the one who inflicted horrors onto me; he is simply a depiction, a very vivid depiction at that. After removing my belongings off the couch, I resume placing Dwayne onto the couch.

We repeat this with the rest of the guys until there is only Michael left. By then, I had concealed the bite mark in my wrist with some ripped plaid fabric in my bag. I crouch down at his side, my eyes assessing the wooden stick speared through his stomach. I purse my lips out of frustration, this is not going to be easy. Lucy offers to help, and although I am tentative about letting her, I note the hurt glaze in her eyes, and finally agree.

"Okay, we can't take it out all at once, so we'll have to do it a little bit at a time. And I'm going to need a towel or something to stop the bleeding, that and maybe for him to bite on. Also, we need bandages" At this instruct, Lucy scampers off to retrieve the objects, leaving me with Michael. "Just want to let you know, this is going to be, um, well, I'll be honest, it's going to hurt like hell. Um, so in advance, I'm really sorry about this" Just in time, Lucy places a damp towel on the wound as I pull the stick a little. All I can hear is Michael's muffled screams as they echo through the towel his teeth clamp down on. Lucy overlaps her fingers over mine as a little at a time, we tug on the pool stick, my other hand compressed onto the towel soaked with icy cold water to numb the physical anguish. After a few gentle pulls, the pool stick is out, and immediately I masquerade the rupturing with the blood stained towel. "Hey, it's over now. You're gonna be alright" I smile reassuringly at him, my slender fingers moving a few stray curls out of his sweat drenched face, a caress in the touch being intended. After this, I bandage him up.

Lucy asks me what to do next, and after another fleeting examination over Michael, I record the claw marks on his face and upper biceps.

"Um, we can move him to the couch and I'll sort out these scratches" I inform her, smiling in an endevour to soothe her apprehension. She doesn't deserve this, any of it. Lucy has a heart of gold that radiates. It's not just what has happened to her. Together, we move Michael over to the couch, and Lucy leaves the room to gather up the materials I'll need to clean the abrasions. My eyes manoeuvre onto Michael again, once more giving him a smile.

"You feeling a little better now?" I tenderly ask, my fingers skimming the unmarked skin surrounding the wounds. "Is there anything else that hurts?" I offer him a bottle of water, as he might be parched from fighting so hard.

Mike PoV

Mom's wiping cuts and wounds I didn't even now I had gotten during the fight with Max, we were all torn up. I could hear Paul in the basement moving around trying to get the guys in comfortable places with Sierra helping him.

"I'm sorry." Mom breathed out and I look at her, I see her cringe slightly, whether from my current inhuman appearance, or wounds, I'm not sure.

"What?" I wasn't sure why this sudden apology.

"I didn't believe Sam, this." Mom stops as I interrupt her.

"Who would believe this? I'm still waiting to wake up." I try to calm my mom, but likely she'll never stop blaming herself for what happened to me, for what happened to Sam.

We both looked over to Sierra as she returned from helping Paul with his burden. Mom wasn't happy to step back and be observer, but she also didn't know anything about what I've become and how to help. Then the thing I dreaded was announced. The make shift stake was going to be removed.

I braced myself, claws digging into the floor as they pulled, I was given a towel to bite on and my fangs made short work of that. I wasn't sure which was worse, the thing going in, or coming out. I still bite onto the towel when they finished, because being moved didn't feel good at all. Only thing I could do was grunt and restrain a whimper from escaping as I'm being laid onto the couch.

People always ask if you're better or feeling better after cleaning or doing something to fix a situation, funny, cause it really doesn't actually stop the pain. " I'd say yea, but I'd be lying." I chuckled a little.

"I think I'll be fine tomorrow, after I sleep." At least it was the idea I got from Paul earlier.

"Cleaning him isn't gonna like, you know make his leg unbroken, he needs blood, or sleep, but preferably both." Paul had this smirk on his face. "Neither of you want to donate, I mean that, you don't want to, you'd die from trying, trust me, I know. You can't feed one of us when we're hurt unless you're like suicidal, that and could probably fully turn you both, betcha didn't know that did you, Sierra?" Paul cackled. "If you are drained to near death from our bite, but you don't die, it'll fully turn you."

I blinked, so why the bottle I wondered if it was quicker to just drain someone and they'd not give the half vampire the chance to cure themselves? I looked at Mom and Sierra, both would have given me blood. With Mom, I think it's really sinking in what I am and that I'm not going to be back to normal again.

"What do we do?" Mom was now questioning Paul whom seemed the more knowledgeable one. Mom likely had a lot of questions.

Paul whistles and points to the flour.

"He needs to go down there with us, where it's safe from the day. Oh yea! Thanks for letting us crash your ... Place, and uh sorry about crashing your place, but this was totally not the plan, but shit happens you know?"

Sierra PoV

My arms ache a little after Lucy and I carry Mike down the stairs, gently placing him on another couch hand picked from the late 60's, enshrouding him with a blanket up until his mid-section. Surprisingly, I'm feeling exhausted. I don't know whether its these past two weeks catching up, the fact I've just towed three men down a set of narrow, concrete steps or both. Nevertheless, Lucy and I sit with Michael to regain our strength and to ensure he is alright. A glance at the ancient dust infected clock suspending above Michael notifies me its time I depart to face Jan and his family with a blood tarnished jumper. I turn to Michael, smiling at him.

"Hey, I've gotta go now. But I'll try see you tomorrow after, um, after you've eaten" I say, trying to make the fact he dines on humans as ambigous as possible for Lucy who's only now coming to the realisation of what her son has recently turned into.
I stoke Michael's cheek a little with my thumb. I feel empathy for the pain he must endure, but unfortuantely, there isn't much I can do. The majority is the affection I have for him though. Hopefully, he acknowledges I feel that for him.

"See you later, and hope you feel well soon" With a final smile, I assemble my bag and the items taken out earlier on, stuffing them in, and heading for the door with Lucy accompanying me. However, I rotate my head slightly to see the others. They had been brave too, and suffered an equal amount, if not more. "Hope you guys feel alright soon" I say to the guys laying on the floor. If I didn't know any better, I'd say one of them smiled at me. Flashing a smile at them, I jog up the stairs with Lucy who is offering to drive me home. "No, thank you though. I've got a bike I can use. Thank you again though, I appreciate the offer" Lucy thanks me for tonight and envelops her arms around me in an embrace. "Thank you for letting me stay a few times, by the way. Um, I'll see you later and take care" I provide her with an amiable smile before the door is opened for me and I enter the wintry air engulfing my body heat, rushing over to my bike. Whilst mounting the bike, I wave a goodbye to Lucy and warm up the engine, driving away at a high velocity, awaiting the dreaded reaction of Jan and Charlotte. But then, a familiar pain hits me...

All I can ask myself, is this the beginning or the end?