Moving to the murder capital of the world was never something Misty Emerson was prepared for. They just wanted a fresh start. But it took one gang of night crawlers, to change their lives forever.
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For the first time in my teenage life, I felt an emotion that I don't think I've ever really had. Fear. Paralyzing fear. And mostly? For my mom, my grandpa, my brothers, my friends. They were all in deep shit because of this vampire mess. And Michael and I go and become one. Marko lured me in like easy game and I fell for it because I was so intrigued by the guy. Our connection is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's intoxicating at best and I craved it day in and day out, like this primal hunger I couldn't be rid of. The vampire part of my brain was screaming at me to go ballistic and never look back. But I couldn't. Because of Alan. He brings me back to earth and shows me just what kind of monster I would become if I did. And that wasn't me. He knew it wasn't. And he would be forced to kill me. Because I don't think I could live with myself if I did the things they did.
"Mist? You've barely talked. What's going on?" Sam and I had come to the comic book store to meet up with Edgar and Alan, formulating a better plan now that we knew just what we were working with. And to be honest? I could barely focus on anything or anyone. The images of last nights occurrences were the only things I could see, hear, feel. It was deafening. Even hours later, it was like it was still happening. A complete and utter nightmare. And judging by the looks Edgar and Alan were giving me, they knew.
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"Guys.... last night.... was terrible. They tore apart those poor people for fun. Blood and guts went everywhere with a soundtrack playing in the background for them, like they thought they were so cool. Screams.... I can still hear them." I visibly shuttered from the mere sounds ringing in my mind from what I witnessed. David wanted so badly to throw us over the edge. So they took Michael and I to a slaughter, to bear witness to their true forms. And it was terrifying. Yellow eyes, morphed faces, huge fangs, it was an all out blood bath. Michael and I both clung to each other for dear life to keep the other from doing something crazy. We fought it so hard to the point where our pain was unbearable. They put on a show. And we were the unwilling audience, refusing to participate.
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"Doesn't it turn you on Mist? To know you could do those things to someone else? Take complete control over anyone you desire. Just give in. Be one of us. I know you want to..." Marko's words rung in my mind like a mantra, one he didn't want me to forget. He wanted me to snap, to join him in the blood lust. David, Paul, Dwayne, Marko.... they wanted to torture us because we weren't giving in to them. They were frustrated. And now I know why. Because it's all a part of the plan. Max's plan. To have an undead family by his side. And I can't let that happen.
