Alan heard screaming. A sudden, shrill screech and then a wave of vulgar words.

Bridget, he thought and his head whipped up. He wanted to dash to the door and kick it open but his hands and legs were still tied. He growled, pulling at them but after being thrown around and knocked unconscious, plus the fact that he hadn't fed, he was weak. The tight knots barely budged.

He swore, slumping against the wall he sat against and clenched his jaw, breathing hard. After Bridget had been knocked out, Logan and Marko had jumped him immediately. Not giving him any time to react or even fight. He had managed to last a bit longer than he would have if he had been human. But there were only so many punches to the face he could take before he gave in to unconsciousness. At least when he woke up his face didn't feel as sore as it should have done. He was already healing, which was a bonus. If he could get out, he may still be able to fight.

He glared towards the door, hearing footsteps coming closer. It opened with a loud, creak and Charlotte popped her head in, beaming when she saw him.

"Sorry about Marko and Logan," she said, merrily and skipped over where she sat down in front of him. "Especially Marko. He has… issues with you guys."

Alan gritted his teeth, not responding and instead settling for his trademark sneer. Charlotte ignored his reaction, stretching a hand to him as she cupped his cheek. He jerked his head away, growling but she still smiled.

"You're still pretty beat up," she said, tracing a finger down the long cut running down from his temple to his cheek. His right eye was red, ready to turn into a black eye. The swelling on his forehead had disappeared already but a few injuries were still showing. Her fangs lengthened and she bit into her wrist.

"I'm not drinking your blood," Alan said, trying to move away but she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pressed her wrist against his mouth.

"Alan, you need to heal. It will quicken everything up," she said, calmly.

Blood trickled down his throat and he coughed, trying to retch it back up but her wrist was still pressed to his mouth, letting more blood in.

"There we go." She smiled when she finally brought her wrist away. "Feeling better?"

He spat out the remaining blood at her, straight into her face. "I'll feel better when you're all dead."

A growl rumbled in her throat and she wiped the blood away with the sleeve of her top, smearing her lips and cheek. Alan watched her press her lips together but held his glare.

"You'll think differently when you've turned," she said. "Hopefully you'll think differently about me."

"We're not going to happen."

There was a flicker of hurt in her eyes. For a second she looked like her former, vulnerable self. The human girl who used to shrink into her shell, letting her hair cover her face to hide from the world. But that quickly faded as she gave a little shake of her head and that hardness in her eyes returned.

"You need to feed now," she told him and tugged on the ropes that tied his legs together. She pulled them away with ease and grabbed the material of his camouflage jacket before he could try anything, dragging him so he was on both feet and she marched him out of the room and into a corridor. They past curtains, tripping over more rope until they were on a stage and he faced the pack. He first glanced at Bernice, eyes widening at her presence. He couldn't smell the scent of her blood or hear her heartbeat.

She was one of them.

Bridget was in Logan's hold near the sofas. He had her in front of him, one arm around her waist, trapping her arms and the other hand wrapped around her neck. Alan felt his own snarl rumble in his throat and he went to move forward but Logan shook his head.

"Unless you want me to snap her neck, you're going to come over, sit down and not make any move to fight. You understand me, kid?"

Alan breathed in sharply through his nose but nodded. Still the scowl remained on his face as Charlotte nudged him to go forward. He glanced at every vampire. Bernice stood near the curtains, arms folded and face blank. But her eyes kept flickering to her sister and he wondered if there was some part of her that would still be on their side. Maybe that first kill didn't wipe everything away all at once.

Ruby sat on one of the sofas, long legs stretching out on it and she cradled her head with her hand, elbow resting on the arm of the couch. She smirked at Alan as he was led over to a couch and he sat down reluctantly, fingers digging into the dusty cushions. Marko stood near the edge of the stage, distancing himself away from the others and when Alan peered over his shoulder to look at him, the curly haired vampire's eyes narrowed.

"I still don't get why we're turning the brats who killed my pack," he said to Logan. "We have three of them right now. We could get rid of them easily. With Bonnie in hospital, there's only Edgar and Sam left."

"And why kill someone who is of good use to you?" Logan glimpsed at Marko briefly before turning back to keep his eye on Alan. "It's not always about killing, kid."

Kid, Marko thought and sneered. He hated how this sixteen year old vampire acted with an air of authority. Sure, Logan was actually older than him. He had been turned into a vampire years before Marko had and if they were human, Logan would still be much older than him. But he still hated how someone who looked so young waltzed around, telling him what to do.

If Marko was in control, these teenagers would all be dead. And he would have killed each one of them eight months ago.

"Eight months ago, you were taking your time to regain your strength and heal properly," Logan reminded him, poking into Marko's thoughts. It was difficult getting through with Marko not having the blood of the same Head Vampire running through him but he managed to get bits and pieces. Like Marko's view on how these teenagers should be dealt with.

"Sorry about Marko. I can understand how he feels. You and your little group of hunters did slaughter his whole pack," Logan said.

"That was all me, Sam, and Edgar. You should have left the girls alone," Alan snapped. "None of them did anything that night. They weren't even there."

"Bonnie played us," Marko argued.

Alan sneered. "You killed two people in front of her and then threatened her to turn into a half vampire. Did you seriously think she was going to join you? How stupid can you be?"

There was a loud roar from Marko but Ruby was standing in front of him, arms stretched out to hold him back.

"He's ours," she said.

"Marko, if you're going to pose a threat, I will have to do something about it," Logan warned, keeping his eyes on the vampire until he stopped baring his fangs and let his features return human again. Logan gave a sharp nod at him and focused his attention on Alan again.

"Again, apologies."

"You'll really be sorry if you do anything to her," Alan said, nodding at Bridget. Then he mouthed 'are you okay?'

She couldn't nod. How could she be okay right now? She was their midnight snack, Bernice was a vampire and Alan was about to be forced into turning like her sister had been. Edgar and Sam had no idea where they were and even if they were here, there would only be the three of them against a pack of five vampires. Like before, she wasn't sure how helpful Alan would be and how much longer he was going to be on their side.

She ducked her head, wanting to kick herself for getting into this situation.

"There's no way she's going to be my first kill," Alan added.

"You'll manage," Charlotte said. She stood next to Alan, smirking at Bridget who muttered insults at Charlotte under her breath. "Marko killed his best friend. It's easier than you think. And that's what you two always insist, right? That you're just friends."

Silence followed. Bernice looked away, tensing her shoulders. Bridget slowly lifted her head, chewing down on her lip and caught Alan's eyes. The awkward quietness was enough for an answer. Too obvious for the vampires to dismiss. Especially Charlotte. She looked back and forth between Bridget and Alan, frowning at their hesitation to speak before things finally clicked in her head and her eyes went wide, glowing with a yellow fire.

Charlotte's word hissed out like an angry snake. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She whirled to face Alan who took a quick step back, tugging on his ropes.

"Why do you always pick her?"

"Charlotte…" Logan rolled his eyes. Marko wasn't happy with his plan… Charlotte's obsession was getting in the way… He glanced at Ruby who raised an eyebrow at him. She didn't have to use their mental connection to know she was thinking: 'I told you so'.

"You're supposed to be with me!" Charlotte hissed at Alan.

"I'm getting really sick of people telling me what I should be doing," Alan snapped and dodged when Charlotte lunged for him. Logan had stepped in quickly, having passed Bridget into the arms of Ruby and he pulled Charlotte away.

"You promised me I'd have him," Charlotte growled, glaring up at Logan.

"I said you may have him if he's turned and on our side. You can't force attraction." Logan replied.

Charlotte snarled, slowly turning her head towards Bridget who began struggling in Ruby's grip as soon as her former friend looked towards her.

"You ruined everything," Charlotte whispered. She looked up at Logan and folded her arms. "You're going to have her killed. That's the least you can do."

"Don't you dare," Alan snapped. He pulled on the ropes frantically.

"It's better to cut your connections now," Logan said and nodded at Charlotte and a malicious smile crept up on her face. "Once you've turned, you won't care about her." He nodded to Bernice who turned and disappeared into the curtains. She reappeared with a teenage boy whimpering in her arms and she threw him into the middle of the stage.

"I'm not killing him," Alan snarled, glaring at Bernice. He sneered at her involvement. How she had obediently gone to get this boy and she dipped her chin.

"Tonight, you are killing. And you have a choice now. You can either kill him or you can kill your girlfriend," Logan said and smiled down at the frightened boy. He produced a knife from his trouser pocket, passing it to the teenager.

"Who the hell are you people?" the teenager asked, eyes darting quickly to every vampire.

"Threats," Logan answered and nodded to Alan. "The only way you're getting out of here is to fight. And you want to live. Don't you, kid?"

The teenager nodded and glanced at Alan. Charlotte untied the ropes on his wrist and Logan placed the knife in the teen's hand who shakily got up. He couldn't have been any older than eighteen. He was dressed in baggy clothes, dirty and unwashed with greasy hair tied back. Probably a runaway from the streets but a person and an innocent human nonetheless. Alan shook his head.

"I'm not going to fight you," Alan said, trying to calm the boy down as he moved the knife in his hand so he gripped it, ready to use.

"Need some motivation?" Logan asked and grabbed the boys wrist, the only that held the knife. The boy cried out, dropping it and screamed when Logan changed his face, parting his lips to bear his fangs and he dug them right into the wrist. Blood dripped from the wound as the boy staggered away when he was freed, clutching at his bitten wrist and staring wide eyed at the puncture wounds that leaked blood.

"Alan, control it," Bridget said but her voice was distant. She had been watching Alan's reaction, seeing his eyes widen as soon as the blood started to drop onto the stage floor. She saw the change in his brown eyes, not just flickering to amber but suddenly shining with hunger. Bridget grunted, trying to jerk out of Ruby's grip. She could see him shaking, an inside battle to regain control of his actions and try to resist but his eyes never left the blood that dripped from the boy's wrist.

"Just control it," Bridget said but if he heard her, he was paying no attention. He had even moved an inch closer to the boy. His lips curled back from his teeth.

There was a desperation in Bridget's voice. "Alan…"

"Say goodbye to your boyfriend," Ruby whispered in her ear.

"Alan Frog, don't you dare!" Bridget yelled.

"I'd try and defend yourself if I were you, kid," Logan said, chuckling as he pushed the boy forward, over to Alan. "Oh, you dropped your knife."

He was about to bend down to pick it up for the boy when he heard the growling. Glancing up, his smile widened as he caught Alan grabbing hold of the boy who kicked out and flailed his arms, attempting to hit out.

All Alan could do was act. Instinct controlled every movement he made, unable to think about what he was doing. He felt the quick tingling of his face change, finally showing every feature of his vampire form. The boy never had a chance of fighting and defending himself as Alan took hold of his shoulders and darted to his throat, easily catching that spot where the vein stood out, blue and full of blood.

His fangs sank in.

Bridget stopped wriggling, pausing abruptly and her lips parted open, staring as Alan drank blood from that poor boy's throat. He didn't stop once, draining every single drop with no hesitation. She wanted to scream, break free and pull him away before he killed the boy but she couldn't move. Ruby's grip kept her trapped but her body was also paralysed. Her head fell light and her knees shook, wanting to give way to the weight of her body.

That was her sister and her boyfriend now. Two people who had been taken away from her. All of a sudden she was the only human in the theatre, she realised with an icy fear, and her mind started to work.

Think. Don't shut down now. Think! You need to get out of here, she thought. There was only one person she had to concentrate on now and that was herself.

Logan clapped his hands. "Well done, kid." He grinned as Alan let the boy drop to the floor, lifeless and staring up at the ceiling with blank eyes. The light slowly disappeared from them.

Weapons, Bridget thought. There were tables. If she could break them, the legs would be handy. Knife. Logan had dropped the knife after Alan started to drink from the boy.

Exits. Where are the exits?

She hadn't been awake when they had brought her in and she now took a quick look of the front door. It was completely boarded up. She'd have to get to backstage and hope there was somewhere there. At least, there might be hiding places.

She suddenly yelled out, throwing herself as far forward as she could before leaping backwards into Ruby. The girls fell backwards and Ruby's grip loosened. Bridget scrambled up, elbowing the vampire in the stomach. She used all her force to jab the sharp point of her elbow and scrambled up, going straight for one of the tables.

Charlotte appeared in front of her, pushing Bridget backwards and she was on the floor again.

"It was incredibly hard to choose who we wanted for our pack," Logan said, strolling over to Bridget as Charlotte dragged her up. "I'll admit you're all a talented bunch. You do okay fighting against vampires."

Her former friend's hand clamped around her throat, putting pressure on and making her cough, gasping for air. Her eyes found the two people she couldn't help look for. Bernice had started walking towards her, paused in mid-step with her hands raised. Her sister frowned, conflicted in whether she should help her or not.

Please help me, Bridget thought. It was a desperate, mental plea but she knew she wasn't going to be getting out of this without the help of her sister. Or Alan.

Alan…

His attention was on her. His eyes were distant, almost hazy and she wondered if he had pieced everything together. Had he realised what he had just done? Was he going through the change from half to full vampire?

His face had gone back to normal but there was blood all over his mouth and it dripped from his chin. Red stained his white t-shirt. There wasn't an ounce of regret in his eyes, even as he looked towards Bridget.

"Sorry, Brid," Charlotte said with a smirk. "I think you've just been dumped."

A howling cry escaped Bridget's lips at the feel of sharp fangs breaking her skin and digging straight through the flesh. It was agony, having her throat torn into and feeling her blood unwillingly drained. She already felt weak from the blood loss. Her hands had been hitting at Charlotte, fingernails trying to dig in and claw at her but it was already becoming a chore to keep them up. Her vision began to blur, feeling her body turn to ice as darkness threatened to take over.

"Get off her!"

Bridget was falling, unable to keep herself up. Charlotte had been grabbed and thrown across the stage. She saw the quick flash of the pale, blonde vampire skidding across the floor before she tumbled over the edge and her sister's face was suddenly in her own. Bernice's eyes travelled to the large gash in her sister's neck, too much blood seeping out from it, and she scooped her up.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked.

Bernice glanced up at the roof. There was a hole that she could fly straight up and out of the building. She looked straight at Logan and shrugged.

"You look out for family. Right, Logan?" she said and lifted herself into the air with Bridget in her arms.

"Great going, Logan. She's probably going to go and turn her now to keep her alive," Ruby said.

"Your plan is fucked," Marko growled, stepping forward. His face had changed again. Angled and sneering. "You promised me revenge yet here are two hunters who are now immortal. They can't even turn on their own friends and family."

"And I have told you," Logan snapped, gritting his teeth. "If I had let you kill a group of teenagers, people would start to ask questions. You could get us exposed."

"You're going to have three of them disappear now! It'll still look suspicious," Marko argued.

"I am not letting that boyfriend stealing bitch join us," Charlotte growled. She had picked herself up, jumping back onto the stage. Her eyes travelled to the roof where Bernice had disappeared with Bridget.

"I was never your boyfriend," Alan spoke up. He still shook from the kill, feeling the life from the boy's blood seep through him now. It was a burst of strength and energy. The pain had settled, completely died down as the monster inside of him rested in satisfaction, having finally been given what it wanted. Alan had to admit that he suddenly felt free. There was no more inner fighting. He had made a kill now and that was it. But unfortunately for Charlotte, it didn't mean that he suddenly had a newfound attraction for her. He sneered at the girl in disgust, still irritated by her obsession.

"Think we need to sort out this mess ourselves, Charlotte," Marko suggested. "You want to see some vampire hunters torn apart?"

"Don't do anything stupid," Ruby warned and Logan snarled at the two troublesome vampires.

"And I'm going to have to sort out you two if you're going to double-cross me. You'll cause trouble," he snapped.

There was an eerie screech and a flapping of clothes. When Logan turned around, Alan was nowhere to be seen. Charlotte growled, moving to go follow immediately but, after a nod from Logan, Ruby grabbed her arm.

"He's gone after them," she snapped.

"See?" Marko growled. "You're going to have all of them turned at this rate. Let me deal with it."

"This is my plan," Logan said and found himself being shoved across the stage.

He growled, standing up and facing Marko. His demonic face matched the other vampire's own. Completed changed with his fangs bared. He raised a hand, pointing a finger at Marko.

"I'll give you one more chance," he hissed. "You follow the plan… or you're an enemy. I'm much older than you, kid."

Marko chuckled, stretching out his arms in an arrogant gesture. "Don't underestimate me."

Charlotte jerked her hand out of Ruby's grip who scowled at her.

"Seriously? You'd attempt to fight me?" Ruby asked and rolled her eyes.

"I'm fast," Charlotte said.

Ruby chuckled and ducked Charlotte's punch. She batted away another lunge from the new vampire and grabbed hold of her hair.

"I'm strong," Ruby whispered and threw Charlotte to the side. She landed on her front, turning to see the older female snap the leg off the table.

"Alan was never interested in you," Ruby said, marching straight up to the girl. She kicked Charlotte once in the ribs, smirking as the young girl hissed in pain. "You're a nut job. A pathetic, yearning little girl who can't take 'not interested' for an answer. Alan's made a first kill and he still doesn't want you. What does that say?"

Tears stung Charlotte's eyes. She was about to reach up in another attack, baring her fangs, when Ruby also moved. She brought her hand down, ready to push the table leg straight into Charlotte's heart but the girl grabbed hold of it. The wood cut at her palms and fingers as she tried to thrust the leg away. She groaned, conjuring up all her unnatural strength and rolled her whole body to the side as she shoved the table leg away. Ruby stumbled and to keep her unbalanced, Charlotte kicked her leg straight into the girl's side. The table leg dropped and Charlotte ran. She was up in the air immediately, flying straight to the hole in the roof.

"Great. The cuckoo is out and about," Ruby muttered and turned to Logan. He had started a fight with Marko. Both were skilled and experienced, able to throw a good punch at the other yet defend an attack move towards them. Marko was nimble, easily dodging and moving around constantly to put Logan off. But Logan had fast reflexes. He followed Marko, blocking his fists. Still, Marko managed to dodge around and took hold of Logan's neck.

"Told you not to underestimate me," he hissed and jerked his hands as Ruby screamed at him. There was a snap and Logan fell to the ground, bones protruding from the skin on his neck.

"Pass the message on, girl," Marko hissed at Ruby. "I'm done following orders. I want revenge and I'll do it myself."

He snickered as he flew up, waving mockingly to Ruby who stepped forward, ready to lunge herself at him. But he was quick and disappeared in seconds. She had to let him go, turning her attention to Logan. He would heal. A snap to the neck wouldn't kill a vampire. But she felt her fists clench and anger boil just as the sight of seeing her friend and pack member lying on the floor with a snapped neck.

Yet she would also give him a slap across the face when he would finally be awake again.

"You idiot," she hissed through her teeth and sank down next to him. "You better sort this out when you wake up."

Thank you for reading. Please feel free to review if you'd like! I'll update next Saturday... if no-one has hunted me down and killed me for this chapter. *runs to hide*