Hey so Spanky Lee is a real band. They're from Louisville, KY and if you're interested they are only on YouTube. And sometimes when I say random shit like the caves, that's true. Or if details are really specific it's because I've read Lost in the Shadows: The Story of the Lost Boys. Lovely book btw.

The room was dark just like the boys promised. It was mid afternoon by now and I'd slept rough. My migraine remained, maybe even worsened. The cave itself was warm, something to do with it breathing. If the outside was hot, the inside was cold and vice versa. Meaning at night, even without the burn barrels, the cave was warm. Science is fuckin' crazy isn't it?

Even more crazy, the room wasn't just a mattress they'd found and put in here. It was a mostly preserved room that survived the earthquake. There was a four post bed, like the others in the main room but secluded from the light. It was warm, dark, and comfy as hell for something out of '06.

"Hey babe, it's me and Marko, can we come in?" I'd deduced from the whisper and "babe" it was Paul who called to me.

"Yeah, come on in," I pulled the blankets a little higher and the sweater Star let me borrow. Not to mention I'd sipped on the mid thigh length black night gown that was hidden in the red knit sweater. The sweater was honestly longer than the nightgown.

I huddled against the pillows and pulled the blankets around me as I sat up.

"What's up guys," I asked peering at them in the darkness. They brought an old school lantern but it still wasn't a lot of light and hurt my eyes to try and focus on them too much.

"We just wanted to check on you, ask you some things," Marko smiled as he and Paul sat on separate sides of the bed, setting the lantern on the side table that I didn't know were there.

"Any questions in particular?" I smiled and they each took one of my hands.

"How long have you been having migraines?" Marko asked, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. I could feel his whole hand. He wasn't wearing his gloves or his jacket.

While Paul holding my left hand had turned into us thimb wrestling I managed to answer Marko, "about 3 or so days after I stayed here last time."

"Christ angel-"

"Fuck! You beat me again," Paul pouted but restarted another game.

"That was a little over a week ago. Is there anything else besides the migraines? Dizziness? Fatigue? Chest pains?" Marko asked, sliding his fingers to my wrist.

"What are you? A doctor?" I joked, but stopped when I realized he was trying to concertrate. "Alright, I- uh.. Yeah actually, I get dizzy, my ears ring, I can't get enough to eat ever, but I mean I hardly eat anyway, and I've got sharp chest pains but nothing lasting longer than thirty seconds."

"Sounds to me like someone's been partying," Paul laughed, holding his hand up to Marko, who as if he wasn't serious enough before, shook his head and his blonde brother.

Marko kissed my knuckles as he before he got up from my bed. If I could see better, I would've said he looked pained, "I'll make something for you, just stay right here with Paul and don't do anything he would do."

"Thanks asshole!" Paul howled, the sudden rise in volume made me cringe.

"Quieter, please," I used my freehand hand to cover my right ear, it began to ring and I gripped Paul's hand tighter.

"Sorry, you alright babe," Paul asked, scooting closer, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I'm surprisingly incredibly hungry considering all the food we ate last night. I'm surprised I'm not bloated, I kept up with you last night..." I paused not sure if I should continue.

"Marko is making you something. You seem like you want to say something else.

"Lay with me?"

Paul looked surprised but nodded slowly. He loosened the buckles on his boots and slipped them off, and slid his tailcoat off and sitting it at the end of the bed. I lifted the cover lightly and he slid in with me. He seemed a bit stiff when I first wrapped his arm around my waist and I placed my head on his collarbone, forcing him to lay down.

"I'm cold," I whispered as I snuggled in closer.

Guys, I'm in bed with her.

You dog! I leave for five minuets and are already getting some, Marko cawed in my head.

Whatever you do, don't let her bite you, David replied smoothly

Why? Isn't that what you're supposed to do with your mate?

It would turn her before she needs to be, Dwayne answered.

Would that really be such a bad thing? I couldn't help but to be curious as to what would happen.

Yes! Dwayne and David sounded in my head.

They all knew more about this than me but still trusted me to take care of her with little to no information on her change.

How am I supposed to help when I have no clue what I'm doing?

Keep her entertained until we can get this finished

I grumbled to myself, not liking how no one told me anything. How am I supposed to help if I don't understand what's going on? Ah forget it. All I know is I'm not comfortable.

I looked down to check on her and she was running her fingers lightly over the different parts of my fishnet top. Completely distracted. I wiggled a little and she didn't say anything so I made my move.

"Still cold babe?" and she only nodded.

I used my free arm to pull her up so her head fully rested on my chest, and her leg was slung over my waist so one of my legs was between hers. I wrapped my arm that was under her freely around her back and left the other at her waist. She relaxed into my arms right away, making me think she was tired and "entertaining," her would be the easy part. Fuck. Was I wrong.

It started with her nose, lightly touching my neck. Lips sliding up my collar bone and up my neck. In a panic, I kissed her. The guys told me not to let her bite me and well, if I keep her lips occupied, she can't fang out and bite me. One side of me didn't want to push her, to try and her contained, but the other part of... well not so much. I wanted to have her the way I remembered. It was like she remembered too. The way she pulled herself over me, a leg over each side. Her hands ran up my chest in familiar ways, it was almost like the first time, in the back of my old red '52 Ford Firebird. The way she moved against me, her hands and lips were sinful. That's how it felt until one of her hands crept up my chest and her hand started to clench, digging her nails into my neck.

I quickly, grabbed her hand around the wrist, pulling her fingers from my neck. Her nails were sharper than I though and one of them ended up catching the skin on the side of my neck. I flipped us quickly, pushing her into the mattress. We wrestled a bit but I wiped the blood off her fingers with a bandana I had in my back pocket. She cried and fought back every step up the way as I clean the blood off her, before she could get any in her mouth.

She cried, apologizing, not sure what came over her. I told her it was fine and sat, thinking it was all over and that I could catch my breath. I looked out the door way for Marko, David, or Dwayne. None of them appeared.

Hurry up guys, she's getting antsy

Almost done, be there in a minuetMarko hissed back in my head. Sandra started shaking, almost like a shiver at first before it got violent. She started screaming and flew into the cave ceiling.

"Guys! Now! You need to come back now!" I yelled as I too flew to the ceiling in hopes of getting her down before it got out of hand.

"I'm here, what's the pr- Holy shit! Dwayne, David!" Marko yelled and my other brothers flew in and grabbed her with me, forcing her to come down.

"Get over here with that now Marko," David yelled over her pained screaming. All of us were panicking and it was because of her. We'd never witnessed one another turn. When it was our time, the head took us to safety and turned us, keeping us away from everyone else for safety's sake.

"Hey, angel, drink this. It'll help," Marko shushed as he put the straw in her drink honest to god looked like a fucked up Bloody Mary.

"Is it from the bottle," I asked David

"Some and then some herbs Dwayne said would make her think it was a dream. Like peyote?" David's brows furrowed, looking to the native who nodded in reassurance.

"Don't worry, it should be going smoothly from here on out," Dwayne breathed as we saw her eyes flash from the yellow and red they turned when we turned to the familiar stormy grey.

"Hey doll, how do you feel," David's voice called.

"I'm good," I groaned as I turned under the blankets again.

"Do you feel like getting up and doing something?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"That depends on how you feel. Do you still have a migraine? Or feel sick?"

"Not really, I actually feel a whole lot better. Man, that bird is singing a beautiful song," I heard the boys whispering to each other.

"How do you feel about learning to fly?"

Revised: 2/1/2018