Faith.

Chapter 7

"What, the hell, is this?" I swirled around my black hair circling me. I shot my arm out gesturing to the spray-paint covered wall to the left of the trashed door. The irritatingly red ink read "The bitch is mine"

Skye slowly approached the door and before she could even touch it, it crumbled to the ground.

Mike raised an eyebrow as Tyler sighed. He brought both his hands up to his face and mumbled through his hands. "Not this again, not those assholes."

I was tired of people never explaining anything to me so in a huff I turned and stepped over the remains of the door. The floorboards creaked with effort under my weight.

As I stepped into the living room I swallowed hard. Mike stumbled in after me grabbing my upper arm and pulling me back as the unearthly sight revealed itself to all of us.

I don't think any of us were expecting it. Like in some sort of a serial killers layer, the walls of the living room were plastered with pictures of me and my newly found friends. Obscene things were scribbled across the photos in a sloppy manner.

The most unsettling thing was that on each photo where I appeared, my head, would be crossed out with a thick X and a knife would be firmly edged into my body at a depth that could only be achieved by high velocity. I broke free from Mikes indented protective grip and slowly stepped closer admiring the accuracy of the knifes.

Luna reached for one of the knifes and uttered "What a waste of a perfectly good-" She hissed as the knife singed her palm and the knife cluttered to the floor, setting a picture fluttering to the ground as lightly as a feather.

"Silver." She dragged out the word as she rubbed her injured palm.

I lifted up the fallen picture inspecting it closer. It was a photo of me looking over my shoulder as I opened the door to the stolen jag just a few days ago.

I shuddered and on instinct looked over my shoulder.

"Well you've done it again Mikey." Tyler threw his hands in the air as he groaned inspecting the damaged couch. The TV screen had been smashed shards sprawled across the ground. Some bigger ones held up a few photos.

 "At least they got creative." I mumbled and rolled my eyes. As I slowly turned my full attention to the couch, with a sudden jolt of my attention I realised that it had been cut clean in half. I exhaled as I took in the sight. For a moment I wondered how such a thing could be pulled off.

"How exactly is this my fault?!" Mike defended himself.

"Well I don't see any of us sticking out fangs-" Tyler bared his teeth and formed mock fangs out of his finders. "-into her!" He pointed at me without giving me so much as a second glance.

I shifted in my place uncomfortably as every pair of eyes in the room were directed at me. I diverted my glace towards my feet and felt the tips of my ears burn with embarrassment. "Great." I thought and squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to steady my breaths.

"You know we need her." Skye chimed in.

"They would come after us no matter what! Mike you know better than anyone what happens when a new vamp gets fanged." Tyler whined like a child.

"The rule against more vampires. How the human race is, dying. Any new vamps and the one that carried out the... uh... conversion..." Tyler motioned a pretend gun with his hand and imitated getting shot.

I winced at the sight of it.

This whole time he had not directed a single glance in my direction.