"She hasn't said anything since the beach". Dwayne told the others.

The boys were together while they watched Ophelia pacing back and forth as her nails dug into her palms.

The boys watched as she grabbed a vase and threw it against the wall, it breaking into pieces as she let out a scream. They each winced. Not from her scream bouncing off of the walls but from her pain. Now that she was a full vampire their bond was complete and they could feel everything that she was feeling.

Ophelia was heartbroken.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ophelia calmed down and walked over to where her brothers were and sat down on the couch next to Dwayne.

"Antonio fed me his blood. I loved him but he never loved me". Ophelia grabbed the arm of the sofa as she paused for a moment. "He lied from the very beginning. All he cared about was power and making more vampires. Once he fed me his blood he compelled me to forget everything".

"Well, Ophelia.  I don't need you anymore". Antonio spoke as he turned towards her.

"What do you mean?"  Ophelia asked, smiling slightly, thinking he was joking.

"Pawn.  You were always my pawn".  Antonio looked at her blankly before he stood in front of her as his eyes met hers. "You don't know me. You don't remember anything that we did together or my coven. Forget it...let it go".

Ophelia blinked and looked around the dark, empty street she was on. She had no idea why she was here or where she was going.  She heard the sound of thrilled screams in the distance along with lights twinkling.  'The Boardwalk' she thought.  'I should go there'.

"He knew everything about me.  My weaknesses.  My past...and he used it for leverage".  Ophelia quickly wiped a stray tear she felt falling down.

"That son of a bitch". Marko hissed under his breath from the spot he sat at.

"Two years.  I 'dated' him for two years".  Ophelia put her head in her hands as she leaned over a bit. 

"And I even lost my-God".  Ophelia whispered. 

Dwayne immediately put his hand on her back, in the hope to soothe her pain away.  But he knew.  They all knew it was going to take more than that to do the trick.  This kind of pain doesn't simply go away.  It takes time, so much fucking time.

~~~

It had been hours since Ophelia spilled to them. Not only did she spill to them what happened with Antonio but her past as well.

She was from a small town in Oregon called Castle Rock. Basically everyone knew everyone there. She was there for a year after she turned eighteen. That's why, last winter when they were in Capitola she felt a pull when she heard and saw pictures about Castle Rock.

Her dad was who the hell knows where and her mom left her on a random doorstop when she was only a few months old.  She was in and out of foster homes. No one adopted her and she didn't know why. She just believed it was because something was wrong with her.

She still doesn't know why the only memory she had after Antonio compelled her was being an orphan. She just settled on it being his cruel intentions.

When she turned eighteen she was on the streets.  Always stayed away from this one gang that creeped the hell out of her.  The leader actually looked like David, which she thought was weird.

Then she left to California with just a backpack.  Always took rides from strangers.  Just did what she could to survive.  And then she met Antonio, and now she was here.

Ophelia sat outside on the cliff, wanting to be away from them.  Her head was killing her.  With every memory suddenly coming back it was just a lot.

She looked at the lights of the Boardwalk in the distance as the ocean wind flew through her hair. This gave her a sense of comfort.  Ophelia closed her eyes as she took it all in.

Her past.

Antonio.

Her actual home.

And now that she is dead.

Ophelia didn't feel dead though.  In all honestly she was dead her whole life.  But now, that she is with her brothers, she never felt more alive.

After a few more minutes she opened up her eyes, a smile soon evolving on her face as she stood up and walked back into the cave.  Ophelia grabbed the side of the rock before jumping down to the ground.

"There's the guest of honor!"  She heard Paul shout happily.

Ophelia looked up as Paul made his way over to her with a glass of whiskey in his hand.  With his free arm he swung it around her shoulders.

"What's going on?"  Ophelia asked as her eyes looked to the three other boys.

"It was Marko's idea". David said from his spot in his chair.

"Of course it is. Because I always come up with the best ideas". Marko jumped down from where the fountain was, a glass with a bit of whiskey in it. "Here". Marko said with a wide smile as he held it out for her. Ophelia looked at him then to the glass, taking it from him gently, still not knowing what they planned.

"Well. Since, you're now..." Marko tilted his head back and forth, trying to find the right word for it.

"Dead". David casually said.

Marko, turned to him, giving a look while David just shrugged. Classic, David. Being the blunt bastard he is.

"Thank you, David". Marko said sarcastically than turned back to Ophelia.

"It's your death day. Soooo-" Marko lifted his glass in the air, the three others did as well. David in his chair, Dwayne sitting close by on the fountain, Paul a few feet next to Ophelia, and Marko standing in front of her.

"So! Here is to Ophelia Darling, not only was she a friend but she was a sister too.  Unlike others, Ophelia walked with grace-"

"Hey! I just ate a girl named Grace the other night!" Paul cut Marko off as he took a few steps forward and placed his hand on Marko's shoulder, shaking him a bit.

Marko gave Paul a pointed look, shrugging Paul's hand off him. "I was in the middle of a great eulogy here". Marko shoved Paul away from him.

Ophelia let out a soft laugh. It was never a dull moment with those two.

"As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted". Marko continued while Paul raised his free hand in the air.

"And I know we can all agree the way she talked was-well it was elegant.  I've actually called Ophelia my own Sharon Tate with the way she held herself and talked".  Marko admitted, making Ophelia smile.

It was an honor to be considered in high praise of someone, especially since it was Sharon Tate.

"So here's to Ophelia". Marko lifted his glass higher.

"Our sister, but my best friend. She will be missed".

With that they all drank from their glasses. Ophelia wrapped her arms around Marko and he hugged her back tightly.

"Thank you". She whispered.

"Anything for you". He told her softly.

"Are you crying, Paul?" David's voice echoed in their ears.

"Come on man, you know I always cry at funerals". Paul wiped his eyes, making Dwayne let out a laugh from his spot.

"Well, stop your crying. We're not done yet". David pointed at him.

Ophelia pulled away from Marko and held a look asking what exactly that meant. Before Marko could answer, David spoke up, looking at Ophelia from his chair;

"We think now is the time that you know how we became vampires".