Dead Inside 2 ~ Alive again

Virgil

"Are you still up?" Roman asks as he enters the living room, yawning.

"Yeah..." I mumble.

"What time is it?" He asks. I hum and walk over to the piano that's sat in the corner of the room. I play a very low, very loud G chord and shortly after-

"Who the fuck is playing the piano at 3 a.m.?" Logan shouts followed by Patton mumbling 'language'.

"It's 3." I shrug and walk back over to where I was sat on the couch. The picture from today is laying on the table. I look at the picture, again. There's something off with it. Something slightly sinister. I can't see it, but I know its there.

"What's there?" Roman asks.

"Something."

"But what?"

"Something."

"You know I hate it when you're being vague," Roman sits on the couch next to me with a glass of water.

"If I could be specific, I would be," I sigh and lean back. What is it?

"Maybe you should come back to sleep." Roman puts his now empty glass on the side.

"If I go to bed I won't be able to look at the photo and then I won't be able to figure it out," I mumble and rub my temples, "Do we have any wine?"

"Only if you brought some," Roman shrugs and takes my hand, "Come to bed."

"I can't." I kiss his hand and watch as he goes back to bed, "Fuck it."

I mumble as I leave the house to buy a bottle of wine. The streets are dark with only a few street lights and there are a few crowded and noisy bars cheering every now and then. I'm very happy to report that there is an open-24-hours-of-the-day alcohol shop just round the corner from where we are staying and it has some of my favourite wine.

After paying for it, I start walking home. I can't get the picture out of my head. What is wrong with it? Why is it-

"The fuck?" I shout as someone shoves me into a wall. My eyes turn red and I hear a bottle smash so I look down at the red wine leaking out of the bag.

"This won't hurt much," She mumbles, flicking her head so that her long,curly blonde hair is out of her face. She looks young, maybe 24, but she probably isn't. There's a howling wolf tattooed onto her neck.

"There goes my wine," I frown and turn us around so that I'm pinning her to the wall.

"W-what?" Her red eyes search my face panicked slightly. She struggles under my grip.

"How old are you, kid?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

"87," She spits.

"Hm that explains why you literally couldn't smell the venom that all vampires have in their blood."

I watch her take in a deep breath through her nose and then watch the panic in her face set in mixed with the realisation. Idiot. She scowls at me and I watch as the tattoo on her neck starts to move? Oh shit. The wolf is huge and a light brown colour, it's yellow eyes gleaming maliciously in the little lighting that there is.

I step back bring my arms away from her shoulders as it steps towards me, "Super-powered tattoo," I mumble.

"Oh, so that's what it's called." She shrugs and snaps her fingers sending the wolf flying at me. Fuck.

It pushes me to the ground and we wrestle for a while both trying to overpower the other. It's paws are huge like the size of my face huge. I try to punch the wolves jaw but can't reach. Snarling, it gets closer to my face. Oh c'mon I can't die. I don't want to die here. I just survived being stabbed and now here I am being beaten by a wolf.

"Girl, what the shit is going on?"

Is that Remy?

I turn my head as much as I can to see Remy with his ridiculous sunglasses and Starbucks. How does he always have a Starbucks?

"Hi, Remy." I say.

"How do you always end up in these scraps?" He raises an eyebrow and removes his sunglasses sending the wolf back into the girl's neck and the girl fast asleep.

"Hell if I know," I mutter standing up, "I'm gonna buy a new bottle of wine."

"Nope, it's nap time, bitch," He declares, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Are you kidding me? Put me down, you heathen!" I half shout.

"Nap time."

"You can't make me."

"Is that a fucking challenge?"

"No!"

"Didn't think so."

I sigh and pass Remy my keys so that he could unlock the door and he put me in bed and sent me to sleep. Bitch.

~~

"So, why did you fly out here?" Patton asks as I take a seat next to Roman.

Remy shrugs and looks directly at me and Roman. I feel Roman tense besides me and I'm blinded slightly by his aura getting brighter and acting like fire again.

"He wants to talk to you alone," He whispers.

"Let's go then. I can buy that wine again," I say, standing up with Remy.

"See you later," Patton calls after us as we walk out of the house.

"What is it?" I ask as we get to the wine store.

"Hold on. I'll tell you when we are outside and you aren't holding the bottle of wine," He says. I sigh again and pay for the wine, "Let me hold it, or we'll end up back here again."

I frown and pass him the bag, "What the hell is going on, Remy?"

"A certain snake has come into this airspace."

Ok now I see why he wanted to hold the wine.

"What!" Oh God. Oh God.

"I know. I came out here as soon as I realised."

"Oh shit the photo!" I start to run back to the house (at a human speed) as soon as I get in I pick up the photo.

There it is. How did I miss that? It's as clear as day. Oh shit. Oh fuck. We're screwed. There, on the side of the cart we were sat in only yesterday, is Damien's symbol.

"Fuck."