She could have lied and said she liked comic books, that she had gone to pick a few up and that that particular one had caught her attention. She could have lied and said she didn't like anything they had to read in the cave. But she knew all of those lies would have been easily recognizable for what they were: excuses.

She wanted to lie more than anything but it didn't matter. The look on David's face was mirroring the same one he had given Michael not thirty-minutes ago. She never would have thought David would look at her like that. Then again, she never would have thought she would find out they were vampires.

Her only thought now was to leave Sam out of it in every possible way. To make sure that he was never mentioned in whatever tale she tried to think up. With the glare David's icy blue eyes were fixing her with, she knew it had to be a good one. She knew that David's looks couldn't kill but his hands definitely could. And it would be a painful death.

She shifted, pulling her hand out of Marko's hands which had stopped their ministrations a few seconds ago with the revealing of the new piece of reading in the cave. All eyes were on her. Even Star, who sat in the corner sulking, was piercing Bekah with her gaze. They all wanted to know where she had learned their dirty little secret. They all wanted to know if she really believed they were vampires.

"I was at the boardwalk," she started to explain. The hand that held her mug of hot tea shook so she leaned forward and placed in on the table. She tried to ignore the weight of Marko's body beside her and the way Paul had perched himself on the arm rest of the couch on her other side.

"I woke up early and I thought I would walk around and wait for you all to wake up," she continued. "I walked by the comic book shop, the Frog one…" She trailed off, deciding she needed to choose her next words very carefully.

"And?" David prodded. His glare had not softened and she knew that so far her story had not placated his racing thoughts or his rage.

"They stopped me. They called out to me. They didn't know my name but they said they recognized me. They said they had seen me on the boardwalk with the four of you almost every night." She tried not to shift under David's stare as she continued her story. "They acted like they were surprised. They asked me how I was walking in the daylight."

Marko's body shifted and then hardened beside her. She knew she had struck a nerve and she knew she needed to continue. The only question on her mind was whether or not they would kill the Frog brothers for revealing their secret.

"I was confused. I didn't know what the hell they were talking about." To give herself something to do, she reached forward again to pick up her tea. The heavy coffee mug fell from her shaking hand almost as soon as she had picked it up. It shattered on the hard concrete and sound echoed through the cave. None of the boys flinched or made a move to clean it up. Instead, she bent down herself, reaching out with her hand to gather the wet shattered pieces.

"They said they knew what you all were. That they thought I was one, too. When they knew I wasn't catching on to what they were saying they almost got excited. It was creepy." She continued to try and gather the pieces. "One of them left to go back inside while the other one started to explain to me that I needed to leave the cave, that I needed to leave you all behind and that you were all dangerous. Even Laddie. When the other one came back out he thrust that comic book at me and said that all I needed to know was inside it. That all I needed to do was read it and I would understand. When I looked at it, I started to laugh. And then they began saying other things, asking me how I explained the fact that none of you ever go out in the daylight. How none of you really seem to eat any food. I told them I wouldn't take the comic book and that I needed to leave but they wouldn't take no for an answer. They shoved it at me again and told me to be careful. They said they didn't want me to end up on the Wall of Missing Persons."

She was still gathering the pieces of the shattered coffee cup. She was taking as much time as she could with the task and when she finished her story she didn't look up. She couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't let them see the tears or fear shining in her eyes. She knew David would pick up on it in a matter of seconds.

"Did you read it?" Marko asked from the couch. His voice was much softer than David's was but she still flinched away from him.

"No," she answered, the only truth she had said in her whole story.

"Well what do you think, Bekah?" David's voice was still cold and now it had taken on a hint of mocking. "Are we vampires?"

She froze unintentionally, completely taken aback by his question. She didn't know how to answer. She didn't know if she should tell the truth now and risk being murdered or lie and live the rest of her days in fear.

"There are some things," she started, her hands finally moving again. "I've noticed some things that aren't normal. And I don't mean the fact that you sleep all day." She wanted to stare at Dwayne because she was specifically talking about the night they had shared together, but she kept her head down.

Silence filled the room and the only sound was the pieces of the mug scrapping against the concrete.

After a few tense, silent minutes David's voice rang through the cave. "Well, how 'bout that?" His tone was even more mocking now.

She jumped at the sound and her hand slipped. A sharp piece of the broken mug had pushed itself into the palm of her hand when she had tried to steady herself. There was a sharp intake of breath from everyone in the room.

Through the pain she tried to be strong.

She looked up at David and the three others with as much confidence as she could muster.

"For example, the way all of your eyes get incredibly brighter when you smell blood."