Summer of 1977

A twelve year old Ophelia looked out the window as she saw a young girl with her new family. They had smiles on their faces and eagerly went in the car.

Ophelia watched with sadness and jealously.  She's been here all her life and no one ever looked her way.

"Don't worry Ophelia".  One of the ladies that worked there smiled at her.  "You'll have a family just like that one day". 

Ophelia turned to the lady.  No smile on her face as she walked past her, scoffing.  "Yeah...sure".

"Paul!  You're squishing me!" Ophelia shrieked as he was sprawled on top of her.

"You're so comfy though".  Paul closed his eyes, not bothering to move.

Ophelia huffed and then used her vampire strength to shove him off of her.  Making him fly through the room and rolling on the ground.

"I think you broke a rib or two". She heard Paul mumble from where he was at.

"Not my problem.  Now come on.  I want to ride my skates on the boardwalk.  David and Marko are already over there".  Ophelia gestured to the outside of the cave with her head.

Paul dusted himself off along with rolling his eyes.  "Yeah.  You need the practice".

Dwayne who was flipping through a book suddenly looked up to Paul.  Giving Paul a warning look but then it turning into 'you're doomed'

"Hey.  I've been getting better and maybe if you keep rolling your eyes, we'll finally see if you have a brain or not.  I still think you don't".  Ophelia smiled innocently.

"Like I said before.  You got meaner".  Paul grumbled.

The three of them headed out of the cave, getting to the bikes.  Paul tried to drag Ophelia to get on his bike with him but Ophelia just twisted his arm.  "Not today.  I trust Dwayne more then you".

Once they got to the boardwalk, Ophelia immediately put on her roller skates and rolled around. She got better but she was not all the way there yet. At least she wasn't breaking any bones this time.

"Looking good, Ophelia!" Marko called out as she rolled by them.

"Eh. I think she could do better". Paul shrugged, lighting a joint.

Marko punched Paul in the arm the same time Ophelia rolled back over, snatching the joint from his hand.

"Seriously? David!"

"I didn't see anything"

David definitely saw.

After roller skating for an hour she took them off and placed them near Marko's bike.  She wanted to be alone for a bit.  To walk the boardwalk and look at the lights flicker on the rides.

She didn't realize how far she walked until she realized she was at the end of the boardwalk. Looking at the sign;

Thank You For Visiting

She also realized how dark and empty this side was. Most likely due to it being the kids rides and were closed for the remainder of the day. Ophelia turned back around to head back when she bumped into someone.

"Sorry". She apologized with a small embarrassed smile.

"All good". The man replied.

Ophelia didn't look at him and continued on her way. But she only took a few steps as she felt that bad energy and sick feeling in her stomach.  Ophelia was quick to turn back around to the man, only to be met with a stake in her stomach.

Ophelia let out a breathless gasp, clutching the end of the stake as she was bent forward.

"Not gonna lie.  I was surprised you turned".  The man looked at her with a sick grin.

Charles.  Fucking Charles.

He was Antonio's right hand man.  She remembered the first time she met him. He was loud and obnoxious.

Charles held her left shoulder while he pushed the stake deeper in her stomach, making her let out a muffled groan.

"What are you doing here?" Ophelia hissed through the pain.

"Well, long story but we left after throwing you to the curb. Didn't think you would do your first kill but then we heard from someone in our coven swore they saw you walking around with a group of guys on a familiar boardwalk in Santa Carla". Charles grin grew even wider. He clicked his tongue, licking his lips before continuing.

"So, Antonio sent me over here to see if it was true and look now. Seems like you got your memories back of course and well a little power of your own". Charles shrugged.

"Antonio doesn't own me". Ophelia glared up at Charles as blood fell from her lips.

"Ohhh.  But he is your maker so he does". Charles pretended to look offended and then let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Of course, Antonio said I couldn't kill you". Charles pulled her closer to him, his lips by her ear. "He still has plans for you". He then pulled away. The stupid grin on his face once more.

"But he didn't say I couldn't make you bleed".

When Charles went to shove the stake deeper, Ophelia head butted him, causing him to stumble back.  Ophelia was quick to wrap her hands around the stake, ripping it out.  She let out a painful scream as she did so.

This was the first time she got stabbed with a stake.  Well, getting stab in general and she does not recommend.

Ophelia through the stake at Charles, the stake flying at lightning speed towards him but he caught it with ease before it could touch him.

"Come on. You're still a young vampire. You can't beat me, Ophelia". He held his arms out by his sides and was about to strike again but stopped. He listened, he glanced at her, giving a peace sign and then he sped off.

"What the fuck happened?" Ophelia heard. Marko's voice and she immediately let out a breath of relief.  Plopping on a bench that was nearby as she held her bloody stomach.  She spat out blood, looking at the ground.

"Ophelia.  Who was that?"  David walked in front of her, staring down at her.

Ophelia didn't say anything for a moment, wiping the blood off her mouth with her arm she finally looked up to David as the other boys were slightly next to him but not as close. 

"Charles.  Antonio's puppet".

"Shit".  Paul whispered.

"What's he doing back?"  Dwayne asked. 

They were all confused.  Antonio left her all those years ago and never showed any interest.  Now one of his puppets was here.

Ophelia shook her head.  "I don't know.  Charles didn't say much, but he did a lot of stabbing".  She looked down to her stomach.  It was slowly healing.  She was still in shock and wished this was a horrible nightmare and she would soon wake up.

"My poor shirt".  Was the last thing she said that night.  She didn't want to talk about it.  She knew she had too but she was not up to it.  Right now, she was trying to get her mind off of the man that lied, used, killed, and hurt her.