Forgotten Conscience
Two roads, one path
By Christopher Andrews


Chapter 6
Revenge for Betrayal

Faith's POV

Oh fuck.

I drop like a rock to the floor just as I hear a gun shot. I roll on the floor till I hit the bed and curl up to hug my knees.

Please don't, someone help me please.

"Wait! Wesley don't, you don't know the whole story."

Who's that? It sounds like a woman. Maybe it's her, maybe I didn't kill her and she's trying to stop her insane boyfriend from hurting me. Maybe she's gonna tell the whole story and then they'll try and kill me together. You know, a real bonding experience.

"I-I'm really, I'm really, really sorry if I did something to you, I…"

I stick my head up from the top of the bed. He's standing at the other end pointing a shotgun at me.

"You're sorry? You know exactly what you did and you think… you think sorry is gonna…"

He cocks his shotgun.

Oh shit, I duck back behind the bed

"You actually think an apology is gonna make everything okay, after what you've done?"

"Wesley calm down!"

I must've done something really horrible… what the hell are you thinking? People don't just point shotguns at their friends. Of course you did something you idiot.

"Wesley stop, and listen… to us for a… second."

Who's that? It sounds like that guy who helped me. Was this part of his brilliant plan too? I'm not gonna live to find out what I did if this keeps up.

"Wesley, stop! She can't remember a thing. She has amnesia."

"So that makes it okay? We just forgive and forget and twiddle our thumbs?"

I look up over the bed and he's lowered his shotgun. I hope this is a good thing.

"No we don't, but what's the point of killing her if she doesn't know why you want her dead?"

"I-She's evil, when did you forget that Cordy?"

"I didn't forget Wes. I just think that we should hold off killing her until we know for sure if she's forget me everything or not."

They don't believe me? Why don't they believe me? What if they decide I'm faking before I can get my memory back and kill me? I better do something.

I crawl over to the feet of this guy holding a shotgun.

"Please don't kill me! I-I'm sorry, I don't I… I'm… I don't even know why I'm sorry but I am. Just, please don't, please don't kill me."

I brace myself for whatever fate awaits me. That guy who helped me speaks up.

"Does this sound like the Faith we used… to know?"

Who's this Faith he keeps talking about?

I feel this sharp pain in the back of my head and suddenly everything goes black. I'm standing across from that guy who helped me.

This is different that the other one. I have that same familiar feeling about where ever the fuck we are but it's a different kind of familiar about what we're doing here.

He throws the same three punches as the girl did and again I dodge them easily but instead of ducking for a leg sweep I throw two connecting punches which send him to the floor. I straddle his hips and put my hand on his neck. I start to put my weight on his neck. I grind my hips into his as I watch him struggle to breathe.

What the hell am I doing? Stop! Don't, please don't.

I can't stop myself.

Someone stop me.

I pull back a clenched fist. I feel my lips move but I can't hear what I'm saying. I feel myself pull my arm forward but something stops me.

Oh thank god I'm having second thoughts.

I look behind me and someone's got me by the wrist. I look up at who it is, it's HER.

What the?

I try and get up off the floor but my arms buckle and I collapse.

Oh fuck.

"She's coming around."

Someone turns me over on my back.

He's-He's gonna kill me.

I cover my face in a vain attempt to shield myself.

"Please don't hurt me. I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt her. I-I'm sorry."

"Hey I'm not gonna hurt you, it's okay, calm, calm down."

"What are you doing Wes? I thought you wanted her dead?"

He helps me up and I lean against my knees. Fuck my head still hurts.

"It's okay. I-I believe you now."

"What-what made you change your mind?"

He walks over to that girl.

"There are records of memory loss in the slayer chronicles about slayers who have strayed from their path. The stories say that The Powers That Be stripped the chosen one of their memories so that they could see the error of their ways."

Slayer, what's a slayer?

"It also says they were prone to black outs."

"So… do you believe us?"

I wonder what it says about mind numbing headaches.


I look over at the guy who helped me.

Oh my god.

"You're bleeding! Oh my god someone, someone call a… call an ambulance. We-We've gotta help him!"

"Wait Faith, it's okay, he's a…"

Okay? He's dying.

"It's okay? He's, he's been shot. If we don't do something he'll…"

As I struggle to apply pressure my hands slip on the blood.

What happens if he dies? I'll be left with nothing, no one to protect me, no one who'll help me, no one to save me from, and no one to save me from myself. I have to… I have to...

I look down at my hands and they're covered in blood. I see someone lying on the ground through my hands. I focus more on who it is. It's, it's that guy I stabbed, his blood.

His blood is on my hands.

I look back at the guy on the floor; it's changed to the guy who helped me.

He, He's just another victim, another person who's died because of me.

I back away from him.

No! I can't, no, no more blood, no one else.

I back myself into a corner and close my eyes, but as I do I'm hit with a jumble of images.

Faces, people, places none of them I recognize but… but something about them, some thing about them means something. As the jumble of images races through my head, I see their faces change. Cuts and bruises start to appear on their smiling faces, except their faces aren't smiling any more. They're afraid, why are they afraid? What did I… why did I do that to them? No, I-I don't... I don't want to know. I didn't, I'm, I'm not like that. I…


Cordelia's POV

What's she doing?

"Wesley what's wrong with her?"

She's screaming like a banshee. Maybe she's gonna go all psycho and kill us.

"She must be having some sort of nightmare."

"Nightmare, Wesley she's wide awake."

I run over to her.

Maybe I can get her to calm down.

"Yes I'm well aware of that Cordelia, but what you have to remember is that there's a battle going on inside her."

I get close enough to her and start shushing her like my mother used to do when I used to throw a hissy fit.

I don't know, what the hell else can I do?

Her screaming slowly gets softer and she stops flailing about like spazilla.

"Her memories are all coming back to her at once…"

"But why the fuck is she all spazed out and shit?"

"Cordy, it's like fighting a whirlpool, everything's coming back but everything is coming back all mixed up…"

She passes out; it must be too much for her.

"She may remember torturing someone, but instead of remembering just anyone she may remember it being a family member. Can you understand what that must be like?"

"How the fuck would I know how it feels? I'm not a slayer; I'm just an insignificant little spec to them. The Powers That Be don't even know I exist."


I look over and Angel is walking up.

Chapter 7

John's POV

"Hey buddy, they're here."


"We're ready."

Faith's POV

Hun, what? What-where the hell am I? I think I passed out.

I sit up and shake the cobwebs out of my head.

What the fuck was that all about? That guy… where is he? I passed out and he was bleeding to death. I gotta find him, he's gotta be okay.

I get up and look around.

Where the fucks have I gone now? This is really starting to suck.

I go into the next room…

Wait a minute, I've been here before; this was where I passed out. He's, he's not here! Where is he? What did they do with him? They couldn't have gotten him to a hospital; in the shape that he was in he wasn't strong enough to live till the ambulance got there. He must've...

I see a pool of blood on the floor and rush over to it. I touch it…

It's still warm; I must not have been out for very long. What did they do with you? They probably dumped your body in the ocean or something fucking bastards. I hear a noise and then footsteps coming this way. They must be back; I hide around the corner of the bedroom. How could they do this to you? I hear them get closer and as they come into view something just snaps.

"You murderer"

I rush them and catch them off guard.

"I'll make you pay!"

I grab the guy by the throat and trap him at the wall.

"Faith what are you doing?"

I'm stopping him that's what. He's gotta… what am I doing?

She punches me in the kidneys and I throw him across the room.

"Fuck that hurt!"

I turn to face her and I punch her in the stomach. As she keels over I knee her in the face sending her flat on her back. I start to saunter over to the guy who's lying under a table trying not to die.

What am I doing? These people obviously knew the guy, they might be able to tell me about who I am.

I grab him by the hair and pull him to his feet so we're looking at each other face to face. He brings his arm back and tries to punch me but I easily block it, I grab his wrist and use it to throw him back across the room.

They were talking like they knew me earlier.

I see a knife on the table next to me and I have this uncontrollable urge to pick it up.

No please, not again. Stop it, no.

I start towards him as he gets up slowly.

"Please, run g-get away, I-I don't wanna hurt you I…"

I can't stop, no, not again. Help me, stop me, someone kill me.

As I get closer to him the girl gets up and tries to protect him.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I-I can't… I can't stop, I-I don't wanna hurt you I…"

"You could have fooled us."

I get close enough and I raise the knife above my head.

Someone! Please! Stop… Someone's grabbed my wrist.

I turn around to see who…

It's HIM!

Angel's POV

"Faith what the hell are you doing?"

I walk into the room and she's trying to stab my friends. Her hand is shaking and she's staring at me like she's just seen a ghost. Her hand is shaking so much she drops the knife.

"You're alive! Oh my god you're alive!"

Course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be… Oh shit, right, she doesn't know.

Her whole arm starts shaking.

"I thought they had… Thank god you're… I thought…"

Her knees start to buckle and I let go of her wrist and she falls to the floor. She looks like she's cold.

It's not cold in here, it's L.A. when does it every get cold? Wesley, he might know.

"Wesley! What's wrong with her?"

I look over at him and he's limping his way to a chair. I walk over and put his arm over my shoulders, I help him get to a chair and he sits down.

"What do the Slayer Chronicles say about this?"

He doesn't say anything. I rush back over to Faith but I'm not sure what to do.

What if I do something and it kills her? What if I don't do something and she dies?

"Wesley what do I do? What do they say I should do?"

Again he says nothing. I look over at him and he's got this blank look on his face staring down at Faith.

I can almost see the wheels turning in his head, trying to decide what he should do. Just let him think Angel, he'll do the right thing.

Cordelia speaks up.


"There's nothing"


"What do you mean?"

"The Slayer Chronicles don't mention anything about this."

"What are you talking about? There's gotta be something, somewhere about this."

There's got to be.

"No, this is completely new."

"Well then what the fuck's wrong with her?"

"I don't know."

She's not stopping, what do I do?

"Help me then. This can't be a good thing. Help me, help her."

Again I look over at Wesley and he's still sitting there, looking down at her with that same blank look on his face.

He'll help her, I know he will.

He gets up slowly and makes his way over to us, still limping slightly. He bends down to one knee and reaches out, feeling her pulse.

"Help me get her on the bed."

I pick her up and carry her over into my bedroom. I gently lay her down putting her head on the pillows. Faith's shaking seems to calm down as Wesley begins examining her. As if winded Wesley suddenly stops his examination and gets up. His walking gets a little more even as he goes towards the other room and he beckons us to follow. Cordy and I make our way over to Wesley.

What's wrong? Is she dying? Damn it, don't let her be dying.

"What's up Wes?"

Gotta love Cordy, she's direct and to the point.

"Is she gonna be okay? She's not dying is she?"

"No, she's okay for now…"

"For now"

What does he mean 'for now'?

"Near as I can tell, she's suffering from withdrawal."


"Withdrawal from what"

"There is no way to know for sure, all I can think of is that it must be some sort of drug."

"A drug, what are you talking about? Faith was never an addict."

"No but she's obviously addicted to something and my guess it's a bad drug."

"Well gee Wesley how do you figure that? Could it be her sunny disposition, or maybe her willingness to STAB us to death for no particular reason?"

"Now Cordelia that…"

Hold it, wait a second.

"Look! It's not important what her problem is right now; the question is how do we help her?"

Wesley and Cordelia stare at each other for a second, but then Wesley turns to me.

"We need to get her to the hospital as quickly as possible, but we can't do it in the state that she's in."

"She seems to recover pretty quickly from these attacks; maybe we should wait till she's feeling better?"

"Well it's better than doing nothing, oh wait, it IS doing nothing."

Wesley and I speak in unison.


Someone's POV

Well I'm here. Angel's place was easier to find this time, L.A. being a huge city and all I never think I'm gonna find it. Well, better go in and see what all the fuss is about. Whoa, hold it. Who the hell are these guys? Why are a bunch of vamps staking out Angel's place? Better lay low; this is obviously a bigger deal than I thought.

Chapter 8
The truth

Angel's POV

I sit watching her, her shaking stopped not too long ago, but only because she managed to get to sleep. I hope she'll be okay. Her shaking lasted almost 6 hours. I hope we can help her; she's been through so much, seen so much. If we can help her learn to be a better person then maybe, just maybe she'll have a fighting chance. The way she was going before Buffy put her in a coma, she would've been dead a long time ago.

She stirs in her sleep, and her eyes flicker open.

She's awake.

She sits up and rubs her forehead.

"Fuck, I've got such a fucking headache it feels like the end of the world."

I can't help but laugh, but it startles her.

"Whoa what the heck are you doing here?"

"I was just watching you to make sure you weren't dying."

"Uh okay then I guess my next question would be WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

She jumps out of bed on the opposite side I am and backs away.

I gotta get her to calm down before she does something that's gonna get her killed.

"Wesley! Cordy! She's awake!"

"Faith calm down."

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? Then stay THE FUCK away from me!"

Wesley and Cordy enter the room.

Oh this is great, 3 people who Faith has no reason to trust at all trying to help her. Cordy doesn't like her, Wesley tried to kill her and I mysteriously survived a gunshot wound to the chest. This has got to be the most perfect situation EVER.

"Now Faith please, calm down."

"Yeah okay, you tried to kill me with a shotgun and you're telling ME to calm down?"

This isn't going well.

"Look he's right, you gotta calm down; it's bad for your complexion."

"If people don't stop telling me to calm down I'm gonna have to start kicking some ass. Just tell me what the fuck THAT is?"

She's pointing at me hysterically. This probably isn't gonna end well no matter what we say.

I look over at Wesley.


We look at each other.

"We've got to tell her, there's no other way."

"Are you sure she can handle it?"

He looks over at her and then back at me.

"Look, this is Faith we're talking about."

I can't think of any other solution.

"Yes, that's why I asked. This is FAITH we're talking about."


"Do you have a better idea?"


"Well we can't just dump everything on her at once, this is Faith we're talking about."


"We don't have to tell her everything just enough to calm her down."

Faith comes over and breaks us up.

"Hey! Stop talking about me like I'm not here. I can handle anything, and who the fuck is Faith?"

Okay time for the brutal truth.

"Your name is Faith."

"Okay, now that we're talking. What in the name of everything unholy are you?"

"I… I'm a vampire with a soul."

I can see by the look on her face it probably wasn't a good idea to be THAT upfront with her.

"Faith its okay, I'll explain…"

Someone's POV

Okay near as I can tell there are at least 20 vamps upfront in the first wave. Plus 2 groups of 10 waiting in the back wings in case of a need for reinforcements, hmm 40 vampires against the 3 of them probably not great odds. I'll have to see what I can do to even out those odds. These guys are obviously organized, 40 vampires don't just show up on some guy's doorstep for no reason, especially when that guy is Angel. They're gonna need back up and I'm just the person to give it to them. I better not rush in or I won't have the element of surprise. I'll wait till the action starts.

Cordelia's POV

Oh gees; Wesley loves this part.

"You are the slayer…"

This is the part where he gets to be all cryptic and biblical and all that crap.

"A slayer, what's a slayer?"

"Into every generation, a slayer is born. One girl in all the world with the strength and the power to fight the forces of darkness…"

"No, it's, it's not true…"

She's freaking, this is probably not a good thing.


"No, shut up. I-I don't wanna know."

"You are that slayer."

"I-I-It's bullshit"

She gets up and takes a few steps back.

"Faith, listen…"

"You-you people are psychotic. One of you attacks me with a shotgun, and the other tells me he's a blood sucking demon from beyond the grave. Fuck you, you guys are… its bullshit."

She starts running.

How did I not know this was gonna happen? I think this is one of those times I get to say I told you so. I love it when I get to say that. Angel and Wesley chase after her. I suppose I should go after them.

I start after them and they head up the stairs, I hate stairs. As I get up the stairs I see Wesley and Angel standing behind Faith in silence.

"What the hell is up guys? Did…"

I look towards the door. Oh crap, there are two vamps standing at the door with a whole bunch of vamps behind them.

Chapter 9
The Fight

Faith's POV

Who the hell are these guys?

I look at Angel and Wesley on either side of me.

They seem to be asking themselves the same questions I am. Well at least I'm not the only one clueless anymore, feels good and disturbing at the same time.

"Hey, do you know these guys?"

Both of them shake their heads. Cordelia puts her two cents in.

"They don't look all that friendly."

Well gee, what gave it away?

"Two into one must end here."

Two into one what the hell is up with that?

"What are you talking about?"

"Take them…"

Talkative bunch aren't they?

"None of them are to leave here alive."

I see they majored in homicide in school.

Suddenly their faces change.

"Holy crap, what the hell are they?"

"Vampires Faith, evil vampires"

They start to rush us.

Oh crap what do I do? These are big evil demons. Just because they say I'm this slayer person doesn't make me a master fighter. I-I don't know what I'm doing let alone knowing hot to kill them.

"What do we do?"

The first of them comes up and attacks Angel. I move back a few steps behind Angel and Wesley. They try and hold off the first couple of vampires.

"Cordelia… A little help please?"

I look over and Cordelia is rummaging through a desk drawer.

"I know, I know I'm working on it."

She grabs a wooden stake out of her desk and throws it to Angel who catches it, staking a vamp seconds later.

"Cordelia, protect Faith."

"What? Protect a slayer? Are you kidding me? She should be protecting…"


"All right fine… Cordy help us fight, Cordy help us protect a psychopath from a bunch of other psychopaths. Why don't I just do everything…?"

She gets punched in the face knocking her down. The vamp that attacked her turns and faces me.

Oh fuck, what can I do now? I'm not a warrior, I-I can't protect myself.

He starts walking towards me and my only impulse is to back step.

"Faith fight back"

I can't, I-I don't have what it takes to be this slayer person they were talking about.

I back myself into the wall and he just keeps coming. I take a swing at him but miss easily. He responds with a quick jab. Ow! I grab my eye. He hits me with a right cross and it knocks me to the floor. He gets on top of me and pulls his hand back, suddenly dropping it on my face. I try and fight him off but he starts punching me in the stomach and I can't breathe.

Help… me, please. He… starts hitting... me, all… over. Help me. Stop… help… stop. S-Someone… stop, please. Someone stop him, someone help me stop him.

He stops and looks down at me. I can barely see him as I feel blood drip down my face. He's smiling but all of the sudden his face changes. He's a pile of dust in no time. I roll over coughing up blood as I do.

Thank, thank god. Whoever saved me, I owe them.

I look up to see that a fourth person has joined the fight but I can't make them out. I get up and miraculously I feel no pain.

I gotta know who they are if I wanna thank them.

I try and see but there are five vampires circling her. All of the sudden they turn and take out a vamp.

I-it-it's her. She's here, she's okay. I-I guess I didn't hurt her after all.

The four remaining vampires rush her and its not long before they're pounding on her like a group of thugs. I look over and I see Wesley is busy with two vamps and Angel's got three of his own to deal with. Cordelia is pinned down to her desk trying not to die. I look back at the thugs pounding on her.

No! I can't let her… she can't… I won't let her. I feel something boiling inside me; it's not anger or rage. It's-it's something more. She-I-I have to do something.

I run over to help her.

She can't die; she can tell me who I really am.

I grab one of the vampires by the neck and throw him across the room.

"Get off her!"

I throw an uppercut at the vamp to my left and send him 10 feet flat on his back. I take hold of the vamp to my right and knee him in the gut. She gets up and starts attacking the remaining vampire, she makes quick work of him staking him in no time. She looks over at me.

What? What's wrong? She's looking at me like… like I dunno what.

She passes the stake to me and I stake the vamp like he wasn't even there. I run at the vamp across the room and tackle him. It doesn't take long to stake him.

What the hell am I doing?

I see a vampire coming through the door and I attack him like a mad woman, a left and a right. He's down in a matter of seconds but I don't stop there. I climb on top of him and start to pound on him.

I can't stop myself; all I can think about is how much I want him dead.

"Fuck you, you bastard you tried to kill her… I can't believe how much you're gonna die."

John's POV

"Dave, send in the reinforcements."

This is not going well. Wait, what's she doing? She's attacking that guy.

"Hold it, hold back on the back ups."

She keeps pounding his head in.

It-it's working, it must be working.

"Okay. That's it, we're pulling out."

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"We're pulling out."

Fuck maybe Dave should be the next to disappear, he never listens to anything.

"Dave, look…. It's working. The formula is working."

He looks over at Faith and then back at me.

"We still have to stop them even if it is working."

I hear two more vamps yell out as they disappear into the dust.

"How do you think the boss would feel if we went back and told him the 9th platoon has fallen? The 9th are one of the most elite teams in the order."

"Yeah and how do you think he'll feel if we tell him we failed to stop The Meeting? It's the first step in the prophecy."

"Don't you think I know that? That's not the point. If we don't fall back and regroup we'll never get another chance to stop them."

For Christ's sake I hate it when he argues with me. Fuck this!

"All right fine, you stay here and die…"

I put my fists together and hit him in the back of the head. He drops like a rock on the floor.

"I'm getting us the fuck out of here."

I call for a retreat and slowly we falling back. As we start to get away one of them bends down and checks Dave.

"Leave him."

He looks up at me.

"But sir…"

"I said leave him soldier!"

"Sir he developed the…"

"I GAVE YOU AN ORDER! Leave him!"

He gets up and follows me out the door. We start to run but no one's chasing us. Finally, after about 3 blocks I give the order to slow down. We are knee deep in shit here people.

Chapter 10
Always Learning

Buffy's POV

I chase a few of the remaining vampires out of Angel's place.

These guys aren't like other vamps. They're organized, and trained for something. Dunno what but hopefully I'll find out.

I look around. Angel, Wesley and Cordy seem to be okay considering.

"Is everybody okay?"

"I believe so."


"A few bruises but nothing broken considering."

Okay then why do I still hear fighting?

"Buffy not that we don't appreciate the help but what are you doing here?"

Well gee let's skip the how are you routine.

"Nice to see you too Angel, Wesley called me since you wanted to know."

I look over to the sound of skull cracking.


She's still pounding on a vamp. I run over to her and it's like she doesn't even know the rest of us exist.

"You tried to hurt her, you bastard. I can't let you hurt her; you'll never hurt her again. I won't…"

The last time she was this panicked was when those Kakistos guys followed Faith to Sunnydale after killing her watcher.

Angel, Wesley and Cordy quickly join me.

"She's been having panic attacks like this ever since we found her."

The vamps' been knocked unconscious and his face is almost black and blue but still that doesn't seem to stop her.

"Do you have any idea why?"

I can think of one.

"Well, we have a theory."

She's a psychopath?

"We know that she has apparently been afflicted with Forgotten Conscience…"

"Which is?"

"According to the Slayer Chronicles, slayers who loose their way and stray from their destiny are given what we have dubbed Forgotten Conscience…"

She is still going and she doesn't eve look tired.

"The powers that be, in order to show the slayer the error of her ways, well strip a slayer of her memories to get her to see her problem."

"And this is what happened to Faith?"

"Yes. The problem is none of the other slayers have had panic attacks."

Okay so…

"Then what's wrong?"

"I examined her earlier; near as I can tell she's suffering from withdrawal of some kind. Possibly drug related."

Drug related? She's hooked on smack?

"You're telling me she's a drug addict?"

She finally hit rock bottom, hun?

"Buffy nothing is certain yet, no drug on record does this to a slayer."

"Well one thing's for sure we can't let her go on like this."

I go over to her and as her right fist is in an upswing I grab her by the wrist. She looks up at me and something happens.

It's like I'm dejaying my last view, I'm walking up to Faith but I lookdown at the guy she's pounding and it's Angel. What the hell? I grab her wrist and she looks up at me.

Ow! I stumble back and grab my jaw.

She fucking hit me. BITCH!

She starts getting into a fighting stance.

So this is the way you want it?

I shift my feet into a fighting stance.

That's fine by me.

I throw three punches but she dodges them easily.

Again something happens and I'm throwing those same three punches.

My legs are kicked out from under me and I'm on my back in no time.

What the fuck is going on?

I don't even have time to react and she's on top of me.

H-Her eyes, it's like there's nobody home. The lights are on but no one's there.

She pins my arms above my head and I can't break free.

Damn it, her slayer powers were never this strong. What the hell is up?

Suddenly I feel her hand on my throat.

Oh my god.

"Faith stop"

She starts putting her weight on her hand while the other keeps my arms steady. Lucky for me Angel comes over and pulls Faith off me with a full nelson. I back away and gasp for air.

"What… the hell… was that?"

That's all I can get out before I start coughing trying to breath.

I look up at Faith. She's struggling to break free, but her face quickly changes from a look of rage to a look of fear.

"I-I-I'm sorry I… Are you okay?"

Am I okay?

"You tried to kill me."


I get up and look over at Faith.

"What the hell's wrong with you?"

She lowers her head and stops fighting Angel's grip.

"I'm sorry I… I don't know I…"

She looks up and stares me right in the eyes.

"Help me…"

I can see the tears start to well up in her eyes. I hear someone trip and fall, I look over. One of the leaders of the band of vampires is still here. I run over and pick him up and push his arm into a chicken wing.

"Stick around for a while. I'm sure we'll find SOMETHING to talk about."

Part 11

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