Don't touch them.

Chapter 19

I wake to find my Dad and Heather crouched in front of me, shaking me. I feel so sleepy...
   "Dain, honey you hit your head when you fell. What day is it?" Heather asks, eyes red rimmed.
   "Uh, Friday or Saturday?" I can't remember, I easily lose track of time.
   "Close enough. Do you remember what you were doing before this?" She asks.
   "I was trying to get dressed." I look down to see that I'm only missing my shirt. I sit up, and my head and hand and leg are all throbbing. "The door opened and- where's Samuel?!" I try to get up and my leg buckles. I feel really weak... Must be the sedative in the dart my Dad's holding.
   "Dain, they took Samuel." She says slowly, calmly. But I can see the tears trying to spill. The ones she's desperately trying to hold back.
   "Who took him?" I growl lowly.
   "The Troy guy, who threatened you before." My Dad answers as Heather turns away. "He left another note. He's being held for ransom." He says.
   "Ransom?"
   "They want you. We have reason to believe its Clara, you uh, ex mother." He extends his hand to help me stand. "They shot everyone with darts and took him. Anna's..." He whispers.
   "What happened to Anna?" I ask.
   "She attacked him, and he knifed her. She didn't make it." He says, his face emotionless. I don't know who Troy is, but once I'm done neither will the police when, if, they find his body.
   "If he's being held for ransom there's a location right?" I growl.
  "Yes, but-"
   "No buts. They're dead."
   "You need to eat. The sedative left us all weak, Sandras making some blood for you." Heather whispers. "Then you have our blessing to mangle them as badly as they've mangled your hand."
   They killed Anna. Small, charismatic, heartful, book loving, drawing, animated, horror loving Anna. I didn't know her very well because I don't tend to get to know anyone very well. But I will end people who took her life.
   We go to the living room where Ace and Eve are comforting Mom. I can see a mostly dry puddle of blood at the entrance if the hallway, scraps of fabric beside it. I may have thrown up if I wasn't so used to blood already. I look around, looking for Sam, until the realization really hits me.
   "Holy shit." Ace whispers, "He looks pissed..."
   "Here's some uh..." Sandra walks in with a few mugs of blood. She glanes at the blood that will likely stain their floors, slam them down, and marches outside, slamming the door behind her.
   I grab a mug and go to my room to change again. I grab some of my old black jeans, and a torn up, blood stained white t-shirt that was ruined when I was living with her. I lace up ny combat boots and slip on a pair of torn up fingerless gloves to protect my knuckles when I break their jaws.
   When I walk back out, I quiclly drain the mug as I go back to the living room. I go to the kitchen and growl loudly when I see Aspen splayed out on the table panting. His legs bandaged, but blood is seeping through it. His mouth's bloody but some if it's his. I put the mug in the sink and go back to the living room.
   "Dain?"
   "Where is he?" I ask.
   "Dain, it's a trap." My mom looks shocked.
   "If they want me, they can have me. But they do not touch them." I growl. They all looked shocked. Its rare that a vampire growls, but I'm about to fucking bite someone too.
   "They're at the warehouse on the ourside of town, the west side. Cliche but I suppose it gets the job done." Heather sniffles, "I'm sending the pack warriors with you, but only the fully trained, about twelve of them." She says.
   "Should he really be doing this?!" My mom hisses, "He's injured and hurting!"
    "And Anna's dead and his mate's in danger." Heather sobs, "He's dangerous right now, it's better to let him go." Just then Sandra comes in, taking a deep breath. She looks about how I feel, murderous.
   "The warriors are ready." She growls.
   "Is Aspen okay?" I ask.
   "He'll be fine."
   "Then I'm leaving." I growl.
   "We'll come with you." Ace stands abruptly.
   "You stay here. If anyone comes back, rip their throats out." I snarl. I slam the door when I leave. Outside are about twelve people, men and women alike. All dressed in jeans and bullet proof vests, ready to fight.
   "We're going to the warehouse on the west outskirts of town." They start to load in vans and a woman motions me over, offering me a ride. We ride in silence.
   If they have laid a hand on his head, they won't be dying for a long while. But they'll be praying to whoever their god for it. Oh and Anna... Poor, poor Anna... They will pay in blood. All of them.
   The tension in the car is high. No one says anything, but they all keep glancing at me. If I looked pissed before all this, my expression alone could probably kill. The town is busy, happy, going on about their buisiness. Just like when Mr. Charlie died... That red fuzz... They'll pay for that too. But so long as he was darted first, I can at least rest knowing his death was painless. I hope.
   The warehouse looks completely empty when we pull up, aside from a single red van outside. We unload quickly and quietly from the vans and they quickly surround it. I would have thought this was the wrong place, if I couldn't feel Sam's fear.