Ashley

We all stood in front of the car, organised in terms of sides, Sam of course in the middle. The kid just couldn't choose, could he? I was occupied near the entrance of the cave if staring at the boys by the car and the douche in front of me counted as being occupied. 

I had slapped him but trust me that was just at the top of the list of 'Things I Want To Do To Edgar Frog'. His left cheek turned a blotchy crimson colour, but I was prepared for any confrontation now. I had my list of reasons backed with evidence in my head. 

He turned around looking at his minions, it looked like he didn't know what to do. Most probably this was because I was a girl, he doesn't hit girls, oh but he stabs their families. I saw Alan shake his head and Sam copy out of the corner of my glare. Good old Alan saving the day. I hadn't forgiven any one of them.

Tears suddenly reformed and cleaned the dust that sat on my cheeks. My chest ached because of the feeling of loss making me panic a little on the inside. I placed my hand on my chest in a struggle to control my breathing, turning around from the others. The last thing I wanted then was their pity, they had done enough to cause it. 

"Ash are you alright?" Sam asked from beside me, he neared a hand to my shoulder but I didn't want it. I wasn't going to accept a comforting present from a- I didn't even know what to call him. Traitor. 

"I'm fine" I reassured him keeping the hand in the air that swatted him away. I could almost feel his disappointment over all of my unrelenting reactions. 

Moments went by as I regained regular oxygen intake and all there was, was silence. All I could do was whisper to myself and run my hands through my hair. I asked myself, where would I go? What would I do? Would everyone be mad? Would I be killed? Am I still welcome? Why were they still here? Where will they take me? All rhetorical questions now, I had no one to answer them except for that little opinion distributor in my head. 

"You know you don't have to wait for me unless you want me to see someone else you stake." I murmured, coming back to my normal dryness and wit. I mean I was the only one grieving so why cry now? 

"We're taking you somewhere safe if you could just get in the car and we'll figure it all out later, somewhere," Edgar said impatiently. 

Haha. 

Haha.

All I could do was laugh, somewhere safe? It made no sense at all. Since when did they give a shit about me? 

"Give me one reason why I should." I glared at the shaggy haired bandana boy in front of me. His clothes covered in what's left of Marko. I looked away feeling sick to my stomach from the gore and the thought.

"Well...You're not safe here, you saw what they did to your ankle! I mean what sort of family would do that?" Alan replied with a look of pride on his face after he found a reasonable answer. 

"Well done Alan, practice that one in the mirror?" I muttered giving my full attention to the now dissapointed boy. 

"Enough chatting you're coming with us", Edgar said stepping towards me. 

"You step any closer and I'll kick your ass Frog" I warned balling my fists up at my side. Their eyes widened and before I knew it they were all stepping towards me. 

"What is this a fucking gangbang I said get away!" 

They carried on and I was being grabbed again. I swear that I would be aching like fuck the following day. The car came closer and closer, my supposed freedom. My spinning head from tears couldn't make out the car that well, not even the color. White? Blue? Cream? All I could see was the Ford logo creeeping towards me. 

The door opened and I was wedged beside Sam, there wasn't anyone else beside me yet it still felt cramped. Sam sat nervously in the drivers seat, I looked around to see Michael, Star and Laddie on the floor in the back. Edgar and Al still pondered the thought of getting in by the time the engine started. 

"We dont ride with Vampires," Alan complained. What a pain in the ass. 

"Hang on I was forced to get in by you all and these air heads won't even get in?!" I queried looking around to see no reply. 

"You do now" Sam rasped focusing on the road ahead. There was almost as much dust out here as there was in the 200 year old cave. A lot of dust. 

I bet you wonder, why was I now so submissive in getting into the car? You see, I was now experiencing the fourth stage of loss; depression. I no longer sought any more need to refuse. After all whenever I saw the rest of them I'd just be reminded of what happened and there's one thing you don't ever want to do in life along with mess with another man's automobile and that is make a vampire angry. In a blink of an eye you could loose your body along with your blood. 

"Burn rubber" Edgar commanded. 

The door slammed and Sam drove the car, well I say drove more like skidded. My eyes widened when I saw how close we were to the edge of the cliff. I could literally tell you every detail of the sea below and I wasnt even sitting by the window. 

"Christ", I said looking back. 

"Burn rubber does not mean, warp speed", Sam told restarting the car after breaking harshly. Why didn't I just drive? I was the only one here who actually could, aside from Michael passed out in the back probably. I mean if you could ride a bike, you could drive a car, right?

We sped off leaving trails of dust behind us, Marko's face fading into my memory. 

In knew what was coming. 

More like who was coming.