It been a while since Lindsey had fallen asleep, and I could hear the chain coming off the door to the room we were in. I tensed up instinctively, afraid of who it was. As the door creeked open loudly, I saw Andy's body appear. I let out the breath I was holding, feeling a hint of relief. Why was he here? That's the first thing that came to my mind.

"You need to get out here." He said to me after closing the door behind him. I looked at him quizzically.

"What?" Is all I could really say.

"Listen, if you stay here you'll die. Let me help you, please." He pleaded to me, but I was too lost in confusion.

"What? No, I'm not leaving Lindsey. Tell me what the fuck is going on." I demanded to know why this had happened to us and what was going to happen. Andy looked down at the floor for a moment. Then, he walked over to me and squated down to my eye level.

"We're sick, okay. We're like a cult, they come with my band to concerts and we pick up a couple of fans...we feed on them. It usually doesn't bother me." Every word he said was like forein language to me. Feeding on people? What was wrong with him?

"What's so different this time then?" Are you fucking kidding me, Dakota? Of all the crazy things this guy has said to you, that's the first thing that concerns you? You're a fucking idiot!

"You. I don't know, it's...it's something about you that...I can't explain it. I just want to get you out of here." Seeing Andy stammer when talking about me was unnatural. It was like he was love struck, which made things even more difficult to understand.

"Not without Lindsey."

"There's no escape for her. The others want her, and they won't stop until her blood has been spilled." Andy explained. He was telling me that my best friend since the third grade, was going to be killed. I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I cried silently.

"T-Then...I'm staying..." I studdered a little, trying to catch my breath. The boy in front of me tensed his jawl and got up and walked out of the room without another word. The room went back to it's uncomfortable silence. I was still trying to cope with the fact that Andy Six was in some kind of cult and that he was a monster, vampire-like. I hoped that this was just a dream and I was about to wake up, but pinching myself just left me bruised and sore. I wasn't sure what I was suppose to do. Should I tell Lindsey what they were going to do to her? No, it would make things much worse, she was already a nervous wreck. I wouldn't say anything to her.

After a short time, I started to get annoyed from all the silence. I got up and walked around the room, almost like a crazy person in a padded room, I suppose I was no different. For some reason, I got really pissed off all of a sudden and I punched the wall. I wasn't really paying attention to what I hit until I felt something rip through my skin. I drew my bloody hand back to find a small piece of glass sticking in between two of my knuckles. I quickly pulled it out, only bringing more blood. I instantly felt stupid for punching the wall and not seeing the cracked mirror hanging there as clear as day.

"Fuck!" My cry of pain woke Lindsey up and the chain was being pulled off the door. I prayed that it was just Andy. When the door finally came open, my heart sank. It was the one called Blake. My stomach turned the wrong way and I wanted to vomit right there. Lindsey looked back and forth between the blonde and me, but she didn't scream like I was expecting. As Blake stepped closer, I stepped backwards until my back touched the corner of the wall. Then, he was right in front of me, another guy came in too. He wasn't the one who had carried Lindsey in and it wasn't Andy. From what I could see he had dark brown hair and he was built better than the others.

"Is there a problem?" He said, taking a few more steps into the room.

"Yeah. I can handle it, Matt." Blake answered, snarling at me a little. The bigger guy acted as if he was going to walk out, but instead, he turned toward Lindsey. I tried to watch him, but Blake kept getting closer. I started to fling my arms at him in a weak attempt, but he caught both of my wrists. He sniffed the cut on my right hand, licking at the blood like a dog. To me it was like a 'WTF?' moment. I heard Lindsey's scream and looked to find Matt and two others, climbing on top of her. They were biting her, like they were feeding on her and drinking her blood. I tried to push Blake away and get to my friend, but I suddenly felt another sharp pain in my hand.

I looked down to see Blake's teeth sunk into my skin. I freaked out and punched him with my free hand, knocking him loose from my flesh. Before I could get out of the corner, the blonde hit me back, in the same place I'd hit my head earlier. I fell backwards, gaining another bump to my head.

Seconds later, Andy came into the room. He pulled Blake back and threw him on the floor, punching him over and over again. Then, I felt him pick me up bridal style. There others snarled at him, but he hissed back almost like a pissed off cat. I couldn't breathe, everything was going way too fast, I couldn't even see straight. Andy started moving again and before I knew it we were out of the motel and he was running across the parking lot toward a field. He stopped for a moment and set me down on my feet.

"Come on, you have to run." Andy urged me. My feet felt tingly, like they were asleep, but I moved them as quickly as I could. I felt sick at my stomach and running just made it worse. I didn't even know where we were going, Andy probably didn't know. We kept running even though my body disagreed. I wasn't sure how long we'd ran or how far we'd went, but we came close to an old-looking barn. It was partially falling down, but Andy must have thought that it was good enough because he started leading me to it.