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When Kenz slid out of Sam's lap and hid herself under her afghan, I didn't know whether to uncover her face and demand she tell me why that scream scared even me, or leave her alone. I could tell by the look on Sammy's face that he could tell the difference in the scream and it worried him too.

Neither of us said anything and after a minute Kenz's breathing evened out signaling that sleep had returned to her, so we got back in the Impala and drove. We drove in silence this time, not even turning on the music low to drown out noise for Kenz.

Sam kept glancing back at our sister, I could tell he was worried, but I could also tell he didn't know what to do. After seventy-five miles I'd had enough of him looking over his shoulder.

"Would you stop it already? You're driving me crazy." I tried to sound casual but I knew if I wasn't driving I'd be doing the same thing, glancing back every minute or so.

"Sorry." Is all he said before settling back into his seat and picking up an old book, that looked about a hundred years old, and opening it up. I could tell he was struggling not to look back, he wasn't even reading the book that was open in his lap. He was more of staring at it, concentrating on not looking back. I realized it was worst not letting him look back, then him looking back every minute.

"Hows she doing? She okay?" I couldn't take it anymore, now I needed him to glance back and look at her. As soon as I asked he turned around. I stopped at the stop light and turned around too, the afghan had fallen from her face. She looked like she was seven not seventeen. Her face relaxed and peaceful. No sign of the pain that had caused her to scream bloody murder was left, not a trace. The light turned green so I drove.

Sam finally fell asleep at around three. We were about two hours away from our motel, when Kenz started talking. At first it was just mumbling that I couldn't understand, but then it became more and more clear.

"Please don't take them.. No... Please... Stop... It hurts... Stop... I can't take it.. The pain, make it go away... Hurts, Sammy, it hurts..."

It went on and on, I almost woke her up when it finally stopped. She's in pain and she wants Sammy to make it better.

It was well after five p.m. when I finally pulled up to our motel room. Sam had been awake for twenty or so minutes, but Kenz was still out. We slid out of the car trying to be quiet but failing when we shut the squeaking doors. Kenz didn't budge. Sam carried her in and laid her on one of the beds.

She was still wrapped up in her beloved afghan, and when he set her down she shivered and pulled it closer to her. It want cold, it want even cool. It was a surprisingly warm day. He put his hand on her forehead and furrowed his brow, I knew it before he even said anything.

Kenz had a fever.

"How hot is she?" I asked walking over to her, to feel for myself, just how hot she was. She was hot, not 'she might die' more of 'she's sick and uncomfortable' hot. "Alright you stay with her, I saw a WalMart, down the road. I'll go get her something for the fever." I said, Sam had just walked back into the room after getting a wet rag to lay over her forehead.

"Yeah, just hurry." he laid the cold wet rag on her forehead and then pulled up a seat right next to her and sat down.

I knew when I cam back he would still be sitting there. I got everything I knew we didn't have or were out of, in the first aid kit. I grabbed a bottle of extra strength Tylenol for the fever, and a heat pad for the chills.

I was only gone fifteen minutes, but when I walked though the front door Sam looked at me like I had been gone for an hour. I handed Sam the Tylenol and the bottle of apple juice, while I plugged in the heat pad. He undid the cap to the Tylenol and pulled out three pills, then undid the cap to the juice and set everything on the bedside table. He tried to wake Kenz up, but she barely managed to turn her head away.

He sat her up and this helped to wake her up a little bit, and put the pills in her mouth the tilting her head back and pouring some juice in. Instinctively she swallowed, and he laid her back down putting the heat pad across her stomach and chest before placing her afghan back over her.

It was clear she was going to be out for several hours, and we had a job to do. Kids were dying. Kenz wouldn't be able to help us hunt the Shtriga, which sucks because she has always wanted to kill one of these evil sons of bitches, and now she wouldn't be able to. Sam agreed to still go on the hunt in the hopes of being back before she ever woke up.

"Okay," I said, we were sitting ay the table keeping our voices low. "it looks like the Shtriga hit this house on Brooke Stone Lane last night. Garth checked it out, there are three kids that live there all at the age for the Shtriga to want it. The youngest one Is six months old, so the parents will probably have the kid at the hospital.

The six year old is the one in the hospital and the twelve year old is the one the Shtriga will be after tonight." I took a deep breath looking over Sam's shoulder at Kenz. "Garth has been poking his nose around and found it has already killed two kids and has put four more in the hospital." Sam was looking at Kenz not wholeheartedly paying attention. "When do we leave?" he asked. "At ten-thirty. That way we have time to scope out the place." he silently nodded his bead then went to sit back by his sick sister.

So this chapter didn't turn out as long as I would have liked it to be.. Sorry about that. As always leave a review and let me know what you think! And please please PLEASE take the poll on my page! Good night beauties ichapter seven coming soon!