Life on the Line

The door to grandpas' bursts open, David stepping through without waiting for an invite, I doubt he'd expect one, I come in behind with Sam, Scott walks in behind me with Dwayne and Paul keeping him steady. Marko had collected a lot of hard liquor.

" they're gonna want it, hey it saves lives, really." Marko says setting the crate filled with bottles down.

" What's going on... Sam!" Mom comes running and tries to get Sam from me, but I don't release him.

Sam is drenched in his own blood and cold in my arms, I've gone a bit numb right now and try not to think of his condition. I can't turn him over yet, I don't want to move him and start the bleeding. I had licked the wounds on the way as David informed me my spit can help stop the bleeding, something about it does that, it did seem to slow it down, but his wounds are sever.

" Mom get Grandpa, he's the only one that can help Sam." I plead, mom wants to get Sam from me and comfort him, but at this point I just couldn't " I can't move him, it could make him bleed again."

" Lucy is everything alright? What's Oh god Scott, what happened to you, Sam?!" Howard looked in shock, then his eyes fall on us, we're all bloody, blood smeared over our mouths, the was shock and anger in his eyes.

" Dad, I'm fine, they helped, I don't know what to do, I, I didn't think there'd be that many or they'd have a gun." Scott looked about to break down.

" Tell me what happened." Howard walked over to Scott to get him to calm and sit just as mom rushes back in with grandpa in tow.

" Well, never thought I'd see the day damned vampires would save a wolf." Grandpa looked at me, then Sam ." get him in my work shop and bring few them bottles there. The hardest you got."

" See told you." Marko smirks and grabs a few bottles of liquor and follows us into grandpas workroom.

Everything was quickly cleared and Sam set on the table, the bottles sat next to Sam.

" Now get out, I have work to do." Grandpa waits for us to leave and so Sam was alone with him.

The idea Sam might get stuffed crossed my mind and I didn't like that though, sides, Grandpa wouldn't do that, would he?

Everyone was sitting, mom was crying and looking pretty much ready to fall to pieces, Scott looked like a tear fell down his cheek. Myself, I was just numb and angry, very angry at the bastards that did what they did to Sam, when Sam never done anything to them. I wasn't one to cry and I wasn't going to, not now. I'm sure if I did cry my mom would break down completely.

" Me and Sam had just finished messing around at the game booths and went to go check out some rides when Sam needed to go to the rest room, next thing I know I herd Sam scream. I ran to see what happened, but Sam wasn't around the rest room. I herd him yelling again and ran towards where the yell came from and Saw that they'd gotten Sam off the boardwalk and was dragging him down under the pier. It was only two guys so i thought I could just run up and kick their buts, but when I did, that's when the others jumped me and started beating up on Sam, Sam went wolf and it freaked them out and one of the guys pulled a gun." Scott pauses, unable to continue at the moment.

" I think I killed someone and Mike showed up with his pack at some point, but I could barely think, I was just attacking anyone... " Scott completely clams up now.

" You were defending yourself and you can't blame yourself for this, you didn't know what was going to happen." Howard tries to reassure his son. " You was trying to save Sam."

" You didn't kill anyone, we did." I state dryly. It was a lie, there was three men dead on the ground by the time we had arrived, but Scott wasn't in his right mind at the time to know that for sure. The guy has never hurt anyone before, you could tell it and he was having a hard time coping with the possibility he killed on top of blaming himself for Sam being hurt. He probably saved Sam, so I owe it to him to relieve his mind of guilt.

I blame myself for what happened to Sam, it's likely they caught on Sam was a relation to me and I've been hanging with The Boys, its obvious I'm with them. They went after Sam probably to try and make a statement to all of us. If Scott hadn't gotten to Sam, Sam probably would been dead by the time I arrived, Scott himself had taken a few shots trying to shied Sam.

" But I know I attacked someone." Scott was confused now and looking at me.

" They were alive, just unconscious, we killed them." I glanced to my mom who looked pale, I doubt she wanted to hear her eldest talk about killing people. " Sorry mom, but they hurt Sam." At that mom came over and hugged me.

Mom's been through so much these last few months, finding out my father cheated after years of abuse at his hands, the divorce, me being turned into a blood drinking monster, then that she's from a family of werewolves, with Sam inheriting it and now Sam could die. It's only been a few months, just a few short months and seems like our problems will never end. Will it end? Are we cursed?

**** Drinks all around ****

" Here Micheal." David's holding out one the bottles Marko brought. " You need something to relax you."

" And a smoke." Paul pulls out a bag of weed. My mom gives him a look, but he doesn't seem to notice.

" It won't hurt him, he actually can't feel the high himself, he just likes to smoke it." Marko comments.

I was confused by this because I thought Paul got high.

:: That's not a high, that's poison, Paul will cut his joints with poison to trip. Weed on ts own can only relax us.:: Davids says in my head.

" Oh" was all mom said, Howard was holding her and comforting her now. She'd stopped crying, but looked very worn out.

The doors to grandpas den open up and grandpa looks us both over. " I'm sorry to say." Grandpa pauses. " There's no more whiskey, but Samuel will be ok, he may have a hangover when he wakes though."

I was relieved and so was mom, Howard and Scott, mom seemed to tear up, but I think it was because she was happy to hear she wouldn't be burying her youngest son. Scott had looked like he just let all the tension out of his body.

" Now Scott, your turn and grab a bottle boy, you're going to want to be plastered for this." Grandpa held up some pincher things and clicked them.

Scott didn't like the looks of the thing by the look he gave it, but walks into grandpas' den anyway.

**** What wolves?****

It was close to dawn before we left, I hugged my mom, she needed one after everything that's happened and not just tonight. I'm not sure how Howard's going to restore Santa Carlas' packs, Scott's going to go back to collage soon, it'd be just him, grandpa and Sam that wolf out and my mom... Unless.

" Eeeeww." I say out loud, I was sitting on a trunk next to David wheel chair, David raises his brow at me.

" Do share with the rest of us." David seemed mildly interested in what had caused my reaction.

" My mom... I think Howard wants to make puppies with my mom." I did not want to even think of that, it's bad enough Howards' been putting moves on my mom without thinking of him and her making babies.