This was never my world you took the angel away. I'd kill myself to make everybody pay.

I sit up in the bed, arms wrapped around my knees as I stare down at Tommy's inert form. He still hasn't woken up, and it's only the brief response I had from his thoughts that keeps me from losing my mind completely and hunting down Bernito. Or Tony. Or whoever it is that did this to him. I lift his limp hand from the bed, resting my cheek against his cold skin. He doesn't respond, and I'm disappointed even though I didn't expect him to. I look down to the wound on his chest and flinch. It looks better since I've cleaned it and since he's had time to heal, but the skin is still raw and painful looking. From her spot at the foot of the bed, Gadzooks whimpers in her sleep, her paws twitching slightly. My eyelids feel heavy, and glancing at the clock, I realize it's already noon. "I should probably try to sleep." 

There's no reply from the torpid vampire, or the sleeping dog, unsurprisingly. I lay down next to Tommy, placing my head in the crook of his shoulder and his arm around my back. His arm falls back onto the mattress as soon as I let go of his hand. I stare up into his blank face, frowning. "I'll fix this for you, Tommy. OK? I'll fix this for us." Forcing a breath through my lungs, I fight down the threatening tears and press my face against his shoulder. "No matter what, I'll make sure that you survive this. I'll do what I have to..." Gadzooks growls in her sleep as my voice changes, becoming almost bestial. "Kill who I have to." There's still no change in Tommy's expression. "Sailix and I will start tomorrow. The Sabbat...we'll talk to Zaahir and Shackles..." I curl tighter around his body. "We'll talk to...I'll talk to Odessa and Torsten..." The fight with tears is lost as I think about leading my friends into a war. Losing more people I care about. For Tommy. For Tommy. My tears still trail down my cheeks as I fall asleep clinging to Tommy's body.

The hooded, bundled figure trudges closer. The sewer stink surrounding his clothing is overwhelming, but I stand my ground as Vogtman crosses the yard. "You can't have him." I state, my voice sounding more brave than I feel. From behind me, safe on the porch, Gadzooks barks at the creature.
He chuckles, the sound a stark contrast to his putrid appearance. His voice comes out clearly, articulate with an Irish lilt. "He's already ours, but what about you? What about you, little spirit?" 
I shrink back, involuntarily. Of course I know that Bernito knows what I am. Or was. I didn't consider the rest of the circle knowing as well. The Vogtman's tongue creeps out, tasting the air, tasting my scent in the air. I hear quiet growling at my side and before I can stop her, Gadzooks charges at him. A puny, black projectile heading straight to the arms of a beast. "No! Gadzooks, come back! Come back!" My shouting turns to a shriek as Vogtman's hands dart out and snatch the little dog off the ground. Gadzooks struggles fiercely and fruitlessly, yipping in pain as she's squeezed between his palms. Her terrified bay and my own scream meld together as Vogtman clamps his jaws and teeth around Gadzooks' neck, hers being cut short when he rips her throat out in a spout of blood. I press my clenched fists against my lips, horrified as he tosses her spent corpse into the grass. Before I can scream again, I'm choking on the smell of his foulness and the feeling of his tongue wrapped around my neck and mouth. Clawing at the layers of his clothing, I can't even scream as I feel my flesh under his clutching tongue rotting away the skin to the muscle beneath. I fall against the stairs, pinned by his bulk and unable to fight as muscle gives way to bone, the last sound being the disintegration and separation of my spine as

I wake with a jolt, quickly jamming the side of my hand into my mouth to stifled a scream. Gasping needlessly, I roll away from Tommy before I can disturb him. Gadzooks climbs over my lap, licking my face and struggling to give me some sort of comfort. Confident that I've got myself at least slightly in control, I pull my shaking hand from my mouth and gently set her on the floor. A glance at the clock tells me I only managed an hour of thoroughly unwell sleep. Exhausted, frightened and forlorn, I turn to Tommy. His body is still, unresponsive, inattentive and utterly comatose. I move to him, taking both of his hands as my tears splash onto his bare skin. "Tommy, please. Please wake up! Please, you promised! I need you...please I can't do this without you Tommy!" There's no reply at all, and the only assuagement I receive are his cold and still hands in my own. I stare at him for awhile, the tears eventually tapering off. Settling his hands back down, I slide off the bed and order Gadzooks to stay, petting her head before I exit the room.

My feet drag as I cross the hallway, peering into the spare bedroom where Marina is still sprawled across an old mattress. She snores lightly, looking worse for wear but deep asleep, regardless. I turn away from the smell of her blood and warmth and make myself move down the stairs. Reaching the kitchen, I listen at the basement door. It's silent, and I assume that Sailix is also fast asleep. Lifting myself onto the counter, I rest my head against the cabinets, keeping my eyes forced open as the long daytime hours slip away to night.

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