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There are no Vampires (3)

Starr POV

"Ok, Quinn, go to bed now," Michael said.

It was our second night in Santa Carla and the tension between Michael, Sam and myself was running high. Grace had gone out last night and came home at midnight just like we had said, but she had slept all day, then gone out and bought really thick curtains and then had gone out again to meet up with someone tonight.

As soon as we heard Quinn's door close we had to talk about this.

"Mike, I have a feeling…" I said, he nodded understanding exactly what I meant.

"…That something is happening and our daughter is in the middle of it," he finished for me.

"Like vampires?" Sam asked us.

"Sam, how the hell could there be vampires? You two boys and the Frog brothers killed them 29 years ago!" I snapped outraged that he had said that. "I was thinking more along the lines of drugs or something like that not vampires!" I said.

"No, I don't think Grace would do drugs," Mike said, "and Sam, Starr's right, we killed them all. Maybe there's a boy?" he shuddered.

I started laughing at him. "You're not worried about your daughter hanging out with vampires, or doing drugs, but her being with a boy?" I asked smirking at him. It was so like my Michael to do something like that.

"Yes, it is my main concern, then drugs, then vampires."

"Vampires last? Are you crazy Mike, what happens if they're still here, or some new gang has come to Santa Carla?" Sammy whisper shouted (so that Quinn didn't hear).

After Sam said that there may be a new gang, I could see the colour drain from my husband's face. "Well, if something like that does happen do you still have the Frogs number?" Mike asked. Sam nodded. "If we need them we call them, got it? Until then, there are absolutely no vampires in Santa Carla." Mike said.

"If it's drugs?" I asked, I didn't want to even think that there were vampires and they were interested in my daughter.

"Therapy," Sam suggested. "And boys?" we both turned to look at Michael who seemed deep in thought, until he came to the conclusion that we would buy a gun.

"What time did you say for her to be home Mike?" I asked checking the time; it said 9:36PM.

"I didn't say a time," he muttered.

As if on cue, the front door was heard opened and Grace came in. Her hair was blown all over the place and she had a pink tint to her cheeks. "Oh, Gracie, you're home! How was your night love?" I asked her. I watched as her cheeks got a bit darker.

"Yeah it was great," she said biting her lip without realising it. I looked over to Mike who seemed kind of tense. "Anyway, I'm going to head to bed. Night guys," grace said. I called out good night to her but she was already gone upstairs.

"Grace seems to have the right idea boys. I'm going to go to bed as well," I got up saying good night to Sammy and I told Michael that I would see him in bed then I went for a shower.

All that earlier talk of vampires and such took me back to my half-vampire days. With Laddie, and the Lost Boys; David, Dwayne, Marko and Paul. I had been with them for 3 years; they were my family (a dis-functional one, but still) it had really hurt me having to go behind them in order to save myself.

I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Michael didn't end up following me that night. Or if he had believed me when I told him that it was blood in the wine bottle. Would I have made my first kill? Would David and I still be in our relationship? (If you could call it that.)

I got out of the shower and got dressed into my pyjamas and got into my bed. It wasn't even ten minutes and Mike was climbing in behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

"Mike, I'm so worried about Gracie," I said squeezing my eyes shut imagining she was still only 9 and getting Barbie dolls for Christmas.

"Don't worry Starr, love, she'll be fine," Mike said kissing the top of my head.

"Hmm, hope so. I love you," I mumbled as my eyes began to get heavy.

"I love you too," Mike said kissing my head again.