Dracula's Secret

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A/n: Remember at the beginning when I told you there would be no really bad stuff other than the drugs? Well..... I lied. TW

We were a few blocks away from the house. Surprisingly, Sebastian hadn't tried to follow us. I reached into my pocked and found the pills that I'd put there. It was reassurance, and I needed it too. I popped two, and saw Emerson looked away as I did so. I didn't bother apologizing. "We need to call someone to take Sebastian away. He's a threat to society," Emerson told me.

I nodded slowly. "Who are we going to call? We can't prove anything." I thought about the notebook on his desk. That was information on how to kill a vampire. But if I'm not a vampire then who-? I grabbed my younger stepbrother's arm. "We have to go back, right now."

"What? Why?"

"Because Seb's gonna kill himself!" My brain was starting to go fuzzy as the drugs took their effect. 

"How do you know that?" He crossed his arms. 

"I saw it." I started pulling him with me, but he didn't move. "You have to come with me."

He looked up at the sky and covered his mouth with his hand. "I don't think that we can save him now." He pointed to the sky, which was covered in smoke coming from the direction of our house. 

"Oh God!" I shouted, letting go of my brother and running to the old house. Maybe there's still time. When I got to the house, it was erupting in flames, coughing out smoke from all of the windows. I fell to the ground, but started to giggle. My house is one fire, and I thought that I was the one he was trying to kill. 

A letter flew out of one of the windows. I picked it up and read it, scarcely recognizing the handwriting. 'I saved you from her. I made a mistake. Now that I'm dead, you and Ricky are both safe.' I laughed a bit more, feeling water fall from my eyes. What's that? I reached into my pocket and found two more of the pills that I'd been saving, putting them into my mouth. My vision swirled and the world felt like it was turning sideways. I grabbed onto the ground which had somehow come to meet up with my face. How on Earth did this happen? I laughed as I heard the sounds of sirens coming. This is the end. 

I woke up in a hospital bed, tied up to several wires. There was no one else in the room, which doesn't surprise me. In front of the bed, there was a glass window, which I could see a little bit out of, for the rest was blocked by a curtain. I saw someone walk by that looked almost exactly like Ricky. He's okay now? I shouted his name, and he stopped walking and entered the room. "Remington?" He asked. "How are you here?"

"How are you okay?" I asked him, not even worried about whether or not Sebastian had survived the fire. 

"I was visited by someone that told me that the curse had been lifted, the next day, I was fine." He shrugged. "I don't really understand what happened to be completely honest."

Emerson entered the room next. "Seb's dead," He told me. "And you're lucky to be alive."

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked him nervously. 

"You're going to go to rehab and detox. This has been going on for way too long. I almost lost the only person that ever really cared."

I sighed. He was right. 

"I'll just go," Ricky said, pointing to the door. "They're letting me out today."

I nodded. "You go and get on that tour of yours."

"I'm sorry Emerson," I apologized. "Don't send me away. I won't ever overdose again. I'll be okay now, really."

"You're not going to get over this addiction overnight. Max went, and look at him! He's doing so much better now. You'll survive it better if you have the help."

I don't want the help, even if it does make him happy. "It's not for everyone. Please, don't make me go. I won't have a problem anymore."

He sighed. "This argument could go back and forth forever."

"Have I worn you down yet?"

"This isn't some kid's toy. This is overdose we're talking about. You're going to rehab if it kills you." He swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck. "Which I desperately hope that it doesn't."

"I won't go to rehab," I told him sternly. "If you're just going to nag me about it, then leave."

"Are you okay with him dying?"

I swallowed. He had died for not only me, but also Ricky. "I don't know," I admitted. "I feel selfish for it."

"Then go to rehab for him. He'd want for you to get better."

I nodded. "Okay. I'll go."

The end.

Don't feel like counting the total words, it's probably somewhere around 19000

Always and Forever,

Davy Jones