3rd Person PoV
"Michael! Start the car!" Sam screams. However, Michael was unresponsive, passed out in the driver's seat. "Michael! Mike! Shit. I'll have to drive."
He shoved Michael into the back seat with the two half-vamps they saved. The movement jostles Michael, not enough to fully wake him but rouse him enough to ask a question. "Where's Rowan?"
"Your sister's toast," growls Edgar. He and Alan stood as far from the car as possible. "We don't ride with vampires."
"Then stay," Sam spat. He had half a mind to leave them where they stood, especially with what Edgar pulled in the cave.
They could see the seriousness in his eyes, and for a moment, they looked genuinely terrified. "We do, now."
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Fanfictie"Modern love, walks on by (Modern love) Never gonna fall for (Modern love)" -David Bowie ⚠️WARNINGS: manipulation, coercion, drug use, SMUT, angst, deception, death, blood & gore, vampirism⚠️ Rowan Emerson (sister of Sam and Michael) gets mixed up...
