The door slides open to the bedroom, and a breeze sweeps in. The water on the side of the table is warm and nearly empty, but what’s left is what the man reaches for as he wakes, tipping the glass to his lips, and pouring it into his dry mouth. He rubs his eyes for a moment or so, before looking around the room. He sees a light on down the hallway, and immediately reaches for his nightstand. The drawer flies open and his hand is inside within a second, grabbing up a standard issue Beretta 9mm pistol he picked up a few years back.

He checks to make sure it’s loaded, and slowly pulls the top back, clicking it ever so quietly, before sliding it back as he stepped lightly across the bedroom carpet. His eyes darted along the hallway, as he stepped out, pulling a small flashlight off the dresser. One hand waved down the small hallway with it, illuminating the darkness, the other pointing the gun to the lit part of his home. It’s hot as hell in here. That means the central air is off, so the power's out, but then where’s the light coming from?

He headed toward the source of the light, keeping his right index finger carefully trained on the trigger, and his thumb on the hammer. His left hand, curled around the flashlight finds itself under the gun, shining towards the room shining with light.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his heart pulses, and he breathes only when absolutely necessary, as quiet as possible. The hallway carpet is thick and cushioned, making it easy to walk across silently as he looked back and forth, poking in and out of rooms in the house. Suddenly he stops, and his heart races, as he hears a creak in the living room.

He quickly hops around the corner, aiming the gun in, but suddenly his intruder reaches out, latching it’s hand on the gun, and quickly brought it’s body beside his, bumping him, and spinning away, taking the gun with it. Within the spin move, comes a quick spinning leg sweep, taking the man down easily. The gun is pressed firmly to his forehead now, as he freezes, watching his life flash before his eyes….

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His hands are tiny in front of his own face. What happened? He stands up, watching a young girl walk in, who smiles. He walks over as she holds out a doll to him.

Wanna play?

Sure.

He sat down, and grabbed his car. G.I Joes were planted in the front seat of the army jeep. She knocks her doll over, and pulls out two more of his action figures.

Help, Ms. Teapott is down! Get her to safety!

WE CAN DO IT!

Several minutes pass as he roars the toy engine into place, and pulls the figures out, fighting her figures to save the oversized doll.

Children, bedtime.

Say goodnight dear.

Love you.

Love you too. Goodnight sis.

He smiles, and as they all leave the room, the door slams shut, leaving him in darkness.

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Dear? What’s the matter?

It’s the police. They’re saying out daughter is missing!

What?! Where’s sis?!

I’m sorry sir… We don’t know.

Why are you looking for her?!

We have reason to believe, she may have murdered her boyfriend.

Oooooh…

Miranda! Kevin, help me! Quick!


The woman faints, but as he reaches out, the image pulls away, and he’s seeing a new one, sitting at the dining room table with both of them again, later that night.

There’s just no way…

Not my little girl…

Oh Henry!

The door to the house flies open, and the men are standing in the main entryway, blocking the female from rushing the door in a haste. The woman standing in their doorway is covered in blood, and terrified from the looks of it.

No! Please! You don’t understand!

GET OUT!

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A slender, and very beautiful woman hands him a contract. The man takes it and shakes her hand.

You’re not making a mistake Ms. Fairchild, I’m your man.

She nods, acknowledging him, and his ability. Never before has he done this, but he wasn’t clueless, and his money could be beneficial.

I’ll be here first thing in the morning to set up a card for my first event. Thank you.

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The suddenly he was flying. His body felt light. And then his stomach dropped, as he saw the ground rushing in, and then the memory fully took over, as his skull collided with metal grating. He didn’t feel a thing past that. Then his slipped in and out of consciousness, hearing a plethora of voices in his head, most he didn’t recognize, and some were of superstars on the roster, or crew from the show.

And then he heard something he didn’t quite expect.

Waaaaaaakkkkeeeeee uuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppp….

His eyes wanted to shoot open and force his body to run. His heart raced, and he heard every monitor in the room going off, but after a few clicks things went silent. He felt light on his eyes, but they would not open, and his mouth felt funny, as if it had been held shut, like it was forced shut.

His head began pounding now, and every part of his body ached with agony. That voice… like an angels… like a memory long forgotten…

Sweetie… Wake up. It’s been so looong….

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The cold cock of the gun makes him freeze, and then tremble slightly, looking up, as long brown flowing hair dangles over him. What happened… what was going on?

It takes a moment for his eyes to readjust in this candlelight, but suddenly his vision is clear. It’s her. It’s his sister.

Finally awake… good.

She stands and drops the clip from the gun, kicking it before it hits the ground. She tears the top off, and throws the two pieces across the house, keeping them all separate. She turns and sits down in his leather sofa, crossing her legs and throwing her arms up on the top of the sofa, after adjusting her black miniskirt. He slowly stands up. He holds his head a moment, and stares at her. She hasn’t aged one bit over the years. Seven years…not a thing.

He looks around the room. Candles line every shelf, table and chair, with plates under them for courtesy. She raided his kitchen and his supply cabinet for this stuff.

How thoughtful…

What do you want? Why are you h-

After all this time… I don’t even get a hello?

Hi. Why are you here?

I came to see you. You’re out of the hospital now, so I wanted to check in and see how things were. You look tired.

Yeah. It’s three A.M. I was on a conference call with the execs in L.A all night. You might say I’m exhausted.

He flashed her with a look that showed her he was unpleased.

No girlfriend? Thought with all of mom and dads money, you’d be rolling in them by now.

That’s none of your business.

That’s a no.

So how’s Ryan?

She sprang from the couch and leveled him with a palm to the chest. He strained to breath, as she planted a foot on his chest, digging the heel of he boot into his sternum, staring coldly at him.

I never even got to say goodbye to him.

That’s because you were too busy EATING HIS THROAT!

She moved her boot, winding up, and slugging him in the ribs! Kevin flew across the living room, and slammed against the wall like a splattered bug, before sliding down onto the couch in a daze!

It wasn’t me! There was someone…or something else there…

He put his feet down onto the carpeting, and held his body, coughing and straining to talk now.

Sure… another cana… canabalisitc freak…

She appeared next to him, sitting beside him with her fangs dropped so he could see clearly.

It bit me too… but it let me live… why me?! Why not Ryan?! Because HE tried to help me! HE helped me! You all pushed me away without a second chance! YOU did this to me! YOU!

She stood up, retracting the fangs and wiping away a tear from her eye.

I’m no longer your sister. I’ve dropped the name.

So… what? You’re just A-

YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK MY NAME KEVIN!

Allyson… I…

She faced away still, but slowly she turned around. As she did, the sly man launched upward, spearing her onto the wooden coffee table, and as they slid over, he planted her firmly beneath himself, holding the revolver to her temple.

You killed my best friend. Mom killed herself when we forbid you to return, and dad just walked about the house like a zombie. He never went back to work. The kids on the campus all stared at me daily, pointing and avoiding me. My friends left, and the girls fled. You ruined me. You killed me….

He was ready to burst out crying, until Allyson flipped him over her head, slapping the gun across the room. She kipped up and turned, staring at her downed brother.

So… the most powerful family alive is dead?

All that’s left is me… a shell of my former self. It’s all about business now. No more fun. No more friends. No more women.

I loved Ryan. I never would have done anything to hurt him like that. It was the vampire that ate him, and bit me after. It turned me… and then left me there… left me there with him, so when I woke up, I’d see what I would become: a violent monster if left uncontrolled.

She wiped another tear from her eye. The room was getting hotter from the flaming candles. The ones on the table that had been knocked over simply went out as they hit the carpet and were doused in wax. The power was still out.

And yet, the memories lingered.

She suddenly turned, and walked to the back door, sliding it open, and closing it, without even looking back.

Kevin lay there a while. His arms felt heavy and itchy from the rug, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Nearly a decade and now she appears. There was more to the story than met the eye. He didn’t know what to think now, and just laid there until he slipped into a sleep again…pondering his life, and what happened oh so many years ago.