Christine and Dwayne were outside of the hotel, sharing the bottle of blood. They were sitting on the edge of the hill, a cliff. The ocean was right below them. The sun had just set, signaling that it would soon be time for the vampires to feed. But Christine was not a killer. She could not bring herself to go out and feed into her craving, only to become more addicted.

"I've seen you on the boardwalk before," Dwayne tells Christine, taking a sip from the bottle.

"Really?" she asks, turning towards him.

"Yeah," he chuckles. "I thought you were so beautiful that I even followed you home once."

"Wow," she sighs, a little creeped out and flattered at the same time. She then realized something, something that Dwayne probably should not have said. He knew where her and her brothers lived, but did not check there when looking for them. He wanted to protect them. But, she does not ask him about that. Instead, she asks: "Why didn't you ever kill me?"

"You reminded me of my wife." Dwayne smiles at her, handing her the bottle of blood. "The way you do your hair. The perfume you wore. Your smile."

Christine smiles at Dwayne. She did not know whether or not he appreciated it, or wanted to kill her more because of it. She was also unaware about the fact that he was in a committed relationship. Why wouldn't he have mentioned it?

"She had a kind heart, like yours."

Had? Christine thought. Oh, she's...deceased.

"I haven't really been that nice to you guys," Christine jokes. Who would be nice to the guys that are going to kill your brothers? "But you had it coming."

"No," he says. "I know you. I've seen you plenty of times on the boardwalk. I observed the way you treat people, you're just like her."

The two of them stared off in the distance. Christine looks up at him. For the first time, she saw him grinning. But it was not some sort of menacing smirk, he looked happy. And for some odd reason, she smiled back. She felt safe within this moment.

"I thought vampires like you didn't have souls," she jokes. She leans onto Dwayne's body, tired. "Glad to know I was proven wrong."

"You have a lot of the wrong ideas of who we are," Dwayne tells Christine, putting his arm around her. "How about you tell me what you've heard. I'll tell you what's true."

Christine begins listing vampire theories that her brothers had come up with. There were accurate theories, such as the age process completely stopping, to ridiculous ideas like vampires supposedly glow in the dark, which makes no sense if they are out at nighttime. Some of them caused the two of them to fall over laughing, not believing the nonsense that Alan and Edgar had come up with.

"You really think that we can only have certain blood types?" Dwayne asks Christine.

"Hey!" she argues. "It was my brothers idea! Don't blame the messenger! Their obsession with supernatural creatures has driven them mad!"

"Your brothers are something else," he laughs. "Too bad they won't get to spend much more time alive."

He slowly pushes Christine's hair out of her face, seeing her more clearly. He saw the brokenness in her eyes, something he hated to witness. What had become a bonding moment turned into a depressing return to reality.

"I'm sorry."

Christine pushes his hand away from her face. She takes a swig from the bottle, and throws it off the edge of the cliff. Dwayne's eyes widen, watching the bottle fall and shatter many feet below them.

"I'll see you inside," she says blankly, breaking their eye contact. "I need a moment alone."

"How do I know you won't try to leave?"

"Because I know my hunger for blood is too high, and I don't want to put anyone in danger. God, can I just get one moment to myself? You guys have been hovering over me the entire time I've been here!"

Dwayne agrees to let her have some time to herself, but she had other plans. Christine did not want to leave, she knew she was too vulnerable to be around humans. She takes out the spare pocket-knife that Edgar had packed for their expedition. She looked off in the distance, wondering how her life had come to this. But she knew that she did not have time to waste. She opens the knife, pointing the blade towards herself. She takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes. But when she tries to stab herself, there is nothing in her grasp. She opens her eyes, looking down at her empty hands.

"Looking for this?" Christine hears Dwayne ask her from behind. She turns around, and there he was, holding the knife up in his hand. Another fork in the road caused by Dwayne on her attempt to get out of here. "C'mon, Christine. You're better than this."

"Why can't you just let me die?" she angrily asks, reaching for the knife.

Christine looks at the cliff, realizing she still had one more chance. She knew it was crazy, but she felt that it was her only plausible option. She speeds off towards the edge, but Dwayne swiftly catches up, grabbing her by her waist from behind. She tries to break free from his grip, but has no luck. He restricts her hands behind her back, dragging her back into the cave.

"I hope this is bringing you joy," she sarcastically says through clenched teeth. She dug her feet into the ground, trying not to move. "You're fucking everything up."

"Well, I'm a vampire, not an angel."