I got in the car with Michael, Sam, Edgar and Alan the next morning.
The Frog Brothers immediately dubbed me as the Princess of the Underworld, due to my bright and shining demeanor.
The sarcasm was not appreciated.
I had a strong urge to bite them after they kept threatening me with holy water and a freshly sharpened stake.
It took all of my will to not make one of them my first kill.
By the time we got to the cave, however, I was asleep in the back of the car, unable to be woken up as I drifted between different nightmares.
I was the only one I had ever known that slept more peacefully with chaos going on inside my head.
The next thing I knew, I was being carried into the house by Sam who was, as well as the Frog Brothers, covered in dirt and goo. "What's going on?" I mumbled as I was passed into another set of arms.
"We staked the little one," Edgar said proudly as he slammed my legs into a wall as we turned a corner, uncaring of my personal welfare.
"I told Sam that they weren't…" I grumbled, still mostly asleep.
I couldn't get another word out before I was dumped on the floor and back asleep resting in the crook of Michael's arm, while Laddie and Star were asleep on the bed.
I stormed out in a rage as I woke up an hour and a half before sundown, finding that the house was being vampire proofed and they had killed Marko.
I warned Sam! I told him…
He hadn't been the one to stake him, in hindsight. It was those fucking Frog brothers.
Apparently, he had even tried to stop them.
That didn't matter now.
I quickly pushed a cigarette between my lips and fell into a ball on the ground outside the back door. No one would even listen to me as I tried to get them to stop.
Michael just stated that they "would be coming for all of them, and they had to be prepared."
I wasn't ready.
I wasn't prepared to watch David die, especially since my father would be the one to kill him.
How do you choose between a man you grew up loving, and one you were always destined to?
I had told myself that I was just coming to meet him; to know what it was that I was going to live without.
David was an ass, anyone could attest to that. But, I sensed something deeper in him. Something to say why he was the way he was. He had been forced to be that way. He had been without companionship for so long, disregarding that of his brothers.
One of which had already been taken from him.
I had to stop it. I needed him in my future, bad and all.
What else would I have? There would be no love for me there, except for those who hadn't found their other halves and those who had lost them to death.
That was no way to live.
I couldn't tell the truth… but, I had to.
"We can stop this!" I tried to plead one last time to Michael and Star. "We can try - "
"No!" Alan cut me off as he pointed the gun filled with holy water at my face. "You're with us, or we kill you."
"I'd like to see you try, you little fuck," I growled as my back arched. "I could take you down before you even had a chance to blink."
"Alan, come on," Sam pulled him towards Edgar, who was staring at me with the same amount of hatred as his brother.
"I'm sorry," Michael shook his head. "We can't."
"I'll never forgive this," I muttered as I stormed out of the room towards the kitchen. My hands were shaking as I slammed them against the refrigerator door and caused a small dent to appear under one of them.
I turned around in a huff and grabbed my purse off of the table, resigning in my mind that I couldn't be around to deal with what was to come.
I swiftly slipped the strap across my chest and froze as I saw the glimmer of metal where my bag was seconds before and my eyes widened.
The key to Michael's motorcycle.
Michael still had the bike hidden away in the garage in my time. He took me out on it a few times when I was younger. I knew that piece of machinery like I knew the back of my hand.
It probably helped that I snuck it out a few times when I was 16 so I could get the feel of riding on my own.
I wasn't very good, but I could get from one place to another with very few problems.
After a few moments of internal debate, I plucked the keys off of the counter and slid out of the house without a word.
I was careful to sneak around to the garage, making sure that I couldn't be seen through any windows that the shutters had yet to be closed on.
Minutes later, I had managed to do just that and I found myself wheeling the motorcycle down the gravel driveway. Once I was at the street, and far from view of the house, I took my position on the seat and let the bike roar to life.
My mind was made up…
I had to take veer away from my original motives. I couldn't let anyone else die.