They sat Christine at a chair, circling her. She did not make eye contact with any of them, for she knew they would recognize her fear if they had not already.

"She's a pretty little thing," who she presumed to be the head vampire says softly. "What are we gonna do with her?"

Clearly, they were trying to get a reaction out of her, but she did not break. She kept her chin up and her eyes down, hoping she would come off as tough or they would let her go. But that is not what they had in mind.

"We should introduce ourselves first," the head vampire sarcastically suggests, forcing a charismatic voice. "I'm David."

"Dwayne," the guy with the long black hair says. "And that's Paul."

David puts his hands on the arms of the chair Christine was in, making her extremely uncomfortable. She could feel his ice cold breath on her neck. It smelled of burnt hair and flesh. The smell made her gag.

"And you are?" he asks. She hesitates. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

"You're just gonna kill me anyways," she argues as she gulps back the lump in her throat. "Why does it matter?"

"We never said we would kill you," David chuckles, leaning in closer. "Tell us. Now."

"If you must know, I'm Christine."

The boys look at each other and start laughing a bit. David retrieves what looks like a bottle of red wine, encrusted with red jewels and foreign symbols. He pops off the cap, and takes a sip. He takes a big breath afterwards, looking more refreshed than ever.

"I'd like to make a deal with you, Christine," David says, still holding on to the bottle. "Those boys were your brothers, right?"

"No," she lies. If she could get them to believe she did not know them, she would come off as useless, and maybe, just maybe, they would let her go. "Just some friends from school. I really don't talk to them anymore. They didn't even tell me what we were doing."

"Oh Christy," David sighs. "I know you're lying. But if you knew what was promised if you tell us where they are, you would stop this bullshit."

"What?" she asks. "What's 'promised'?"

"If you help us find them, then we'll set you free. But if you don't...well, then you'll stay here. We'll find them either way, it's just a matter of time. But, if you want to live your life like none of this has ever happened, you will tell us where they are. Understand?"

She nods, not wanting to make a decision. She knew she could not turn in her brothers, but what would happen if she stayed? Would they turn her into a blood-sucking demon as well? What if she killed her brothers anyways? She did not want to risk it. Every situation ended with someone dying.

"I guess I'm staying then," she sighs. "But you aren't getting shit out of me."

"Fine by me," David replies. He looks over at Dwayne. "You know what to do."

David and Paul leave the abandoned lobby, leaving Dwayne and Christine alone. Her body tightened up in fear as he came closer.

"Relax," he mutters, taking slower steps. He put his hands up, signaling he was backing off. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Really? What are you planning on doing then, huh? Taking me out to dinner?"

"I was actually going to show you to your room," he calmly says. "But you clearly don't want my help."

"Wait!" Christine commands as he starts to walk away, making him stop. She stands up from her chair. "I'm sorry. I'm just not exactly looking forward to spending my life in a moldy cave with murderers. Do you have some kind of actual help for me anyways?"

"I have the kind that may save your life," he offers.

"Does that mean you're going to inject my neck with your magical vampire venom and turn me into one of you?" she asks. "No chance."

"I was just going to tell you about what David was drinking," Dwayne chuckles. "Don't touch it."

"Why?" she asks, further examining it. After a moment, it sunk in. It was a bottle of blood. "Why aren't you encouraging me to join you, like you did with Michael?"

"What are you, Michael's girlfriend?" Dwayne asks, genuinely confused. She shakes her head. "How do you know him?"

"Not important," she argues. "What would happen if I became a vampire?"

"You would never grow old, and you would never die. But you would have to feed on blood. It's the only thing you need to survive."

"Sounds like a paradise," she jokes. "So, you should be going back to sleep, right? It's only one in the afternoon."

"Nice try," Dwayne says. "But now that you're here, you will never be alone."

She rolls her eyes and turns away from him. No privacy. No alone time. Not even her annoying brothers to keep her company. Just blood-sucking monsters from hell.