Were-Geek

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1.)

"It's Vincent," I say, taking another breath.

And I was right. Vincent appeared before us, as pale as usual. The dark seeming to cling to him like a cloak of shadows. He was not out of breath because he did not need to breathe. His hair was windsept and messy, his eyes were incredibly dark.

"I am coming." He said. Logan nodded. It hadn't been a question.

"Do you know if Sfin and Lee are alright?" Dillan asked lowly, trying not to sound hopeful as he voiced the question everyone else was afraid to ask.

"They are alive. Sfin was injured and Lee went with him as they were transported to Germany for blood transfusions and such things." His eyes lit up and not in a good way at the mention of blood. But thankfully the look faded quickly and his words left us with mostly a relieved feeling though I found myself worried about the big doctor.

"How are you getting to Alaska?" Vincent crossed his arms and moved his eyes over us.

My gaze began to travel as they discussed the details that I didn't care about. I wondered again about Mia and my friends where I had lived for so long. I wondered what they were doing now. I wondered who had been made section leader after my attack. I hoped Lena. I think she would be the best for the job.

I wondered how Wednesday was doing with her band and if they had found the singer they had been looking for for so long.

I wondered how my parents were doing. They had been so distraught after my sister, I had been so worried them. But we had made it together and now who did they have to share their pain. Two daughters, lost. I felt so bad, guilty, wrong.

I didn't want to think anymore so I just absorbed, using my senses. Somewhere something clinged against metal over and over again, perhaps a flag pole or clothesline. Wind whistled through objects eerily and the sky was practically black with storm clouds. I guess that's what made it okay for Vincent to be out and about. A ways away music played. It was country. My face grimaced and I blocked the horrible sound out.

It was actually a very nice day.

"-Right El?"

I blinked, catching the butt end of their conversation. "Huh?"

Amy siged and put a hand over her eyes, shaking her head. The vampires eyes seemed to sparkle with something akin to amusement. Logan inhaled deeply, "El, we were discussing how you knew to go to Alaska. You heard Dante's voice right? Tell us what you know, what happened."

"Um," I cleared my throat, hands getting sweaty. I fidgeted, unable to keep still. "Well, I heard his voice in my head. He pretty much said he let me go because he knew I would rejoin you guys and he wanted to keep track of us." I crossed my arms over my chest, recrossed them. "And he said I knew where he was and the logical place is Alaska, where he was before. So, then I tore out the chip or whatever that he was using to watch us."

"So he cannt see us anymore?" Luke questioned earnestly.

"Nope," I responded, I was ready to move. I was desperate to tear into Dante. I'd gotten a taste of his blood once and I was craving another mouthful of his blood.

"On the matter of getting you there." Vincent spoke up, gesturing us forward and lacing his fingers behind his back. "Your jet is still beneath the rubble of your headquarters, undergound. I can operate it and get you where you need to be."