dusk 'till dawn

McCall

He held her close, his arm wrapped behind her, keeping her from struggling. His other hand digging in for the bullet, Isabelle was groaning and is already shaking. "I'm not going to make it." She says, her voice quivering. "Yes you can and yes you will." Sam says through gritted teeth.

Sam had the bullet inbetween his fingers and pulled it out, it was bloody but it hadn't melted yet. He lets out a sigh for relief, he sets down the bullet and sees Isabelle passed out. "That's all the bullets?"

"I only took out the silver one, the others will heal. You should get her to rest." Sam says. Seth carries Isabelle away from Sam's hands and took her into a bed. He lied her down and tucked her in.

"I don't want to, I can't," Isabelle mumbles in her sleep. Just then, Isabelle's phone rang; Dad. Seth rushes to Allison to answer the phone. "Answer it." Seth gave her the phone.

Allison slid the green button and answered it. "Uncle Scott! Hey." Allison says, trying to play cool. "Allison? Where's Isabelle? She was supposed to be home 30 minutes ago." Scott asks. "Isabelle? She's uh, she's with me, she's sleeping, she fell asleep studying." Allison shuts her eyes, silently praying that Scott would buy her story.

"Where are you both?" Malia asks. "We're at my house." Allison replies. "No you're not, now where are you?" She hears her mother's voice. "We'll be home soon, I promise. Right after Isabelle wakes up."

"Nope. Wake her up and get here. NOW." Malia demanded. Allison was about to speak when Seth stole the phone from her. "Hi Aunt Malia."

"Seth, you're there too? Where are you? We're worried sick."

"They're safe. I promise. I'll drive them there myself." And then Seth takes it off loud speaker. "Yes. Yes. I promise. Alright. We'll be there in 30 minutes." And then Seth hangs up.

"20 minutes? You think she'll wake up by then?" Allison asks Sam. "Yes." Sam says, not even making eye contact, observing the bullet. "Do you know who it is?" She asks him.

"Calaveras." He just says.

"Not possible. The Calaveras only hunt those who hunt them. It's their code." Seth defends. "Code or not, they're hunting us. And they won't stop."

"Sam's right."

"So what? We kill them?" Seth asks. "You were willing to." Sam retorts.

"Because they were going to kill us!"

"How's that any different than killing them? You said so yourself, when we kill, we're monsters, but when they kill, they're a hero." Sam says. Seth stayed quiet, but still raged. "We don't have to kill, that is not our decision to make!" Allison says. "Then who's?"

Allison looked at Seth, "Of course." Sam scoffs. "It's always a McCall." Sam says, facing the window. "He's got better wisdom than any of us, he's lived through this without killing." Allison says.

"I wouldn't say live, he barely got out of that alive." Sam says as she faces Allison, "But he's alive now. And who knows this time, it might be easier to stop them." Allison says.

"My dad said they were able to stop it when they stopped the Anuk-Ite, something that was causing fear and causing people to kill them," Everyone turned their attention to Isabelle, who was standing by the corridor of the bedroom. "Because they were afraid, they act it out."

"This time, it isn't fear."

"People really loathe us and they're coming whether we're ready or not."

"My dad is so going to kill me." Seth mumbles. "You were going to be dead, anyways." Isabelle says. "You too." Isabelle rolls her eyes at him. The four of them exitted the ruined cabin, shattered windows, doors with bullet holes in it, and destroyed porch.