At night Bex tossed and turned in her sleep. She was restless. The haunting image of red eyes plaguing her dreams. Then she felt herself relax as a sweet euphoria washed over her. She opened her eyes and standing over her was a very large black panther, she blinked and then the panther was Lyssa.

The vampire was on top of her in a flash, her fangs sinking into her neck. Her soft lips grazing her skin.

“Lyssa.” Bex moaned in pleasure.

It seemed like Lyssa was just teasing her, taking in tiny gulps. Savoring the blood. Her tongue would flick across the holes that were made, running along the skin slowly.

“Uh, that feels really good.” Bex moaned.

Bex tried to push Lyssa away but her limbs felt heavy. Instead, she just rested her hands on Lyssa’s shoulders.

“So good.” She heard Lyssa growl.

“L-Lyssa.”

Lyssa pulled back and her red eyes locked with Bex’s Hazel eyes. They were both breathing heavy.

“Did you do all that I asked like a good little slave?” Lyssa asked.

“Yes.” Bex nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“Good. Now sleep.” She whispered.

Bex closed her eyes and drifted back into unconsciousness.

Lyssa pulled back and sighed. She stood there for a moment and watched Rebecca sleep.

“Just do it.” She talked to herself.

“No big deal, the circle of life. Not like we haven’t done it before.” Her reflection said.

“Right.” She nodded and then picked up Bex in her arms.

Lyssa opened the window and carefully climbed out. Bex in her arms.

“I’m sorry Rebecca nothing personal.” She set Bex down by the window.

Then she kneeled down next to her ear.

“Rebecca, obey, obey me,” she whispered.

Bex shivered in her sleep.

“Sleepwalk off the roof,” Lyssa commanded.

Bex stood to her feet and stumbled around. Lyssa smirked to herself as she watched her stumble to the edge of the roof. But instead of walking off as she was supposed to, she just stood there.

“Go!” Lyssa commanded.

Yet Rebecca did not move.

Lyssa narrowed her eyes. She walked over to Rebecca and peaked over the edge to look at her face. Rebecca was awake. She sighed. No wonder she didn’t listen, she said sleepwalk.

“Were you trying to kill me!?” Rebecca whirled on her.

“Yes.” Lyssa rolled her eyes.

Rebecca opened her mouth to say something but Lyssa tapped her on the shoulder and pushed her off the roof. Rebecca screamed as she fell. Sadly for Lyssa, she fell in the bushes and lived.

“Ow!” She complained.

In a flash, Lyssa was by her side.

“Seriously?” Lyssa frowned.

Rebecca pulled herself from the bushes and stumbled around.

“You could have killed me!” Bex shot at her.

“That was the whole point.” Lyssa frowned.

“What the hell? You said I had a month!”

“That was before you pissed me off and started flapping your lips. Now I have to get rid of you before a slayer comes.”

“What the heck is even a slayer?”

“A vampire slayer.” She rolled her eyes.

“Wait those are a thing?”

“You really are dense.” She shook her head.

“Am not!” Bex pulled twigs out of her hair.

Lyssa’s pointed ears perked up when she heard the sound of cars approaching.

“Come on, let’s get you back inside. I’ll just try again later.” She picked up Rebecca not waiting for an answer.

Rebecca clung to her as Lyssa jumped onto the roof with one large leap.

“Let go of me!” Bex wiggled in her grasp.

“Will you stop,” Lyssa complained.

“I’m not a baby you can cradle!” she complained wiggling around.

“Stop it!”

A car pulled up to the house. Bex noticed Lyssa tense up.

“Put the girl down!” a man called.

“What tha, who’s that?” Bex asked peeking over Lyssa to look.

“Slayers.” Lyssa hissed.

Just then one shot a harpoon gun and stabbed Lyssa right through the back, in the same spot her large scar was.

“Ahh!” Lyssa cried out as the silver hooks burned her.

They were both yanked from the roof.

Bex once again cried out as they fell. Lyssa tossed Bex into the bushes once more as she slammed into the ground.

“You could have killed her!” The man chastised the harpoon gun guy.

“But I didn’t we couldn’t let her get away.” A younger man's voice said.

Bex struggled to her feet once more.

“Get the stakes ready!” the man called.

Several people piled out of the van with weapons ready.

Lyssa hissed and bared her fangs at them.

“Let’s see how you like this!” The harpoon lit up with an electric current and Lyssa cried out and fell to her knees.

Bex watched as Lyssa struggled in a panic to rip the harpoon out from herself.

“Stay back.” Someone held Bex back.

Lyssa finally ripped it out of her and stood up.

“Here she comes!” The man called.

Lyssa ran at the main man, tackling him to the ground. He put a cross on her forehead and shouted,

“The power of Christ compels you!”

Lyssa shot back and smashed into the front steps of Bex’s house.

“Now!” he called.

A young girl wearing a ski mask and army get up, ran in with a stake. She went to shove it in Lyssa’s chest. Lyssa grabbed it last second and held her at bay.

“Why can’t you people ever leave me alone!” Lyssa cried out as she kicked the girl across the yard.

Lyssa transformed into a bat and took off into the sky.

“Oh no you don’t!” The harpoon guy shot a net gun that wrapped a net around the bat.

The bat came crashing to the ground. It flapped around helplessly.

Bex watched as it turned back into Lyssa.

Two people picked Lyssa up. One on each arm.

“Now!” The man shouted again.

Once again the girl ran in with a stake.

Bex watched as Lyssa cringed away.

“Wait!” she called just before the wood could pierce through.

“Get her out of here!” The man called.

“No stop! Don’t kill her!” Bex kicked and flailed around as a man dragged her away.

Just before she was dragged out of sight she saw the girl shove the stake all the way through.

Bex felt a sharp pain in her own chest and blacked out instantly.

When she came to she was in her own bed. She shot forward with a scream. Sweat on her forehead.

“Whoa where’s the fire?” her dad asked.

He had come in to wake her up for breakfast it was Saturday.

“Lyssa!” she said in alarm.

“Who?” Her dad said in confusion.

“My friend! She’s in trouble! I have to go!” she pushed past her dad.

“Uh okay? Be safe?” he called after her in confusion.

Bex slipped her shoes on and ran out the door. She glanced at the bushes and saw that they were indeed all messed up. Which confirmed to her that everything that happened was indeed real and not some fever dream.

She ran towards Lyssa’s house. Fear ran through her veins. She couldn’t feel Lyssa anymore. Not at all. She ran faster. She made it to the house in 25 minutes.

She banged on the door but it was open. She ran inside.

“Lyssa! Lyssa! Lyssa are you here?” she called.

“Over here.” She heard a weak grunt.

She ran towards it.

In what looked to be a living room laid lyssa on the floor. She was beaten to hell and back. A large gaping hole in her chest.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Bex panicked.

“Why did you even come? You’re not my slave anymore.” she spat.

“Oh my gosh!”

“Dense.” Lyssa forced a chuckle.

“We can get you help, I can call an ambulance.”

“Shut the hell up. No doctor can fix the undead.”

“Lyssa you’re dying!” Bex felt tears on the verge of spilling over.

“No shit Sherlock. If they find me again they will finish the job. I was lucky to even escape this time. I have to go.” She tried to stand but only fell back down with a grunt.

“Don’t move!” Bex went to her.

Lyssa struggled to breathe, her breaths coming out in short pants and wheezes.

Bex looked at the hole but needed a better view to inspect the damage so she looked around. She grabbed a vintage knife sitting on the mantel and used it to cut Lyssa’s shirt off. She hissed at the sight of the hole. The flesh around it was black and grey. The blood a dark brownish red color. She smelled like rot.

Bex couldn’t help but gag.

“Sorry, t-the necklace. They took it. It is supposed to hide the smell.” She panted.

Bex turned her over to inspect her front. It was just as bad, except she had hook marks where the silver hooks burned her.

“I, I don’t know what to do.” Bex panicked.

Lyssa’s eyes fluttered closed and she seemed to be fading away.

“Lyssa! Lyssa stay with me.” Bex begged.

Bex dragged Lyssa’s unconscious body to the couch. She looked around for clues. Surely Lyssa ran back home for a reason, right? she ran over to the front door and closed it. Then she looked around. Running from room to room for a clue.

Then she opened the door that led to the basement. She quickly ran down the stairs and looked around. It was very dark. She found the light switch and flicked it on. The basement was like a reading room. Bookshelves, a coffee table. A chair and a lamp. It was clear that Lyssa came down there often.

She looked at the bookshelf pulling on books to glance at the title hoping one would hold the answer. When she pulled on a big book a secret passageway opened. She yelped and jumped back in surprise.

In the secret room was a Coffin surrounded by dirt. It smelt old and musty. She crinkled her nose at the sight of it. If reading Dracula was any help at all she figured letting Lyssa rest in there might restore her body.

She ran back upstairs and dragged the unconscious Lyssa down to the basement, dragging her feet on the floor.

“You so owe me after this,” Bex grunted as she dragged her to the coffin.

“Hey, Rebecca what did you do this weekend, oh you know, the usual, Fight off vampire slayers, almost die and save the vampire who tried to kill me, you?” Bex talked to herself.

She used all her might to lift up what felt like a rotting corpse and set it in the coffin. She turned Lyssa so that she was laying on her back and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she slammed the lid shut.

“Rest in peace I guess.” She huffed, wiping the sweat from her brow in the process smearing blood on her face. She sighed and sat in the reading chair.

“How long does this usually take?” Bex asked herself.

Sure Lyssa was a vampire and yes she was a murderer, but no way was Bex letting anyone die on her watch. At least she hoped so, she still had no clue as to how vampires even work. For all, she knew Lyssa was dead already. Her own body felt weak and tired. With a yawn, Bex closed her eyes and felt herself drift back to sleep.