I regained consciousness enough to open my eyes weakly and noticed that I was no longer in the wreckage. I still heard the same familiar voices that had gotten me out of there instead of leaving me there to die. "Where....." I heard my own voice, raspy and raw from thirst. I saw the girl with the silver-like hair turn and then look at the man standing on the opposite side of the room, slowly I turned my head carefully so that I wouldn't cause any dizziness, to look at the man standing next to me. I wasn't in the hospital like I thought I would be but took in what my vision could see. Wooden walls, a side table that had flowers on the top, and the feeling of being on a table that felt metal beneath my fingertips.

"Don't move," I heard the man's voice say in a demanding tone. I was too weak to argue. "You were hurt pretty badly in the crash." He pointed out as he directed my attention to the pole that stuck out of my side. Oddly enough it wasn't causing me any pain.

"Did you...." I began and before I could finish my sentences he nodded his answer. I turned my head again to peer at the woman. She had tied it back into a ponytail giving off her features. She had a round face with a nice nose and dimples that were clear on her cheeks. She was beautiful. Although I can't say the same for me at the moment. I was covered in blood from the accident and it was obvious that it was all mine. Of course, I couldn't wait to get out of them and into fresh clothes. I tried to take in more of my surroundings but my vision was getting the better of me and I instantly passed out again.

*Marcus

I glided down the stairs that led to the cellar. It had that musky smell to it that made me cringe but it was where we resided during the day to avoid the sun and its deadly rays. A part of me wished that there was a special ointment that allowed us to go out during the day without bursting into flame and ash but I knew that there wasn't such a thing unless I dared to tread down the path of science and even then I was too terrified to even think about that. In some parts of my brain, I was sort of traumatized from an experience that I hardly even remembered. I kept that part of myself a secret. A lab rat for the scientists to experiment on and was never allowed to escape. But I did by some miracle. I escaped and I am NEVER going back. Unless I had to. The thought was there but I brushed it aside to focus on the situation at hand. The girl. The one that had been in that car accident and was covered in blood and on her deathbed. Just waiting to be saved. I found my voice. "How is she?"

Nora looked up from where she was attending to the vials that sat next to the girl's arm and responded. "Barely holding on." She reached to move the girl's brown hair from her face and continued. "Did everything turn out alright with the visitors?"

I mustered a sigh. "Yes," I rubbed my brow. "Being nosy as usual."

"When are they never?" Blake said with stark amusement and I heard him give a light chuckle as he then asked. "Are we set for the procedure?"

I could only nod my answer as I went over to the table where the girl was lying. "Does she have a name?"

"Emery," Nora responded lightly. "I am afraid that she may not have much longer." At that, her tone seemed to crack as though she was about to cry and Blake noticed the tension that was radiating from her and tried in his best interest to comfort her by wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she fought back a set of tears. "I'm sorry that I seem emotional."

"No, it's fine," I said as we waved our attention to Emery.

"Right," Nora said as they went back to the table to begin the change.

Emery

All I wanted to do was let go and fade but I knew that I wanted to live longer than this. Beyond all this pain that I am experiencing right now which was hardly any because the man that was called Blake had numbed that area so I didn't feel uncomfortable. The rest of me was still achy from being pulled from the wreckage but I was out of there and that was all that mattered. I yearned for that shower once things were done but it seemed like they were taking their time deciding on the current situation which was me. How were they going to take care of this? Whatever they decide it better be fast. "Please," I forced out of my mouth. My tone was dry and all I wanted right now was water or at least something to quench the thirst.

A face appeared above mine. "Emery," he said my name like he was trying to get my full attention. "This is your choice." His eyes, which were gold, glittered at me like stars in the night sky. "To have a second shot at life only from a different point of view."

I didn't need to be asked twice. In a stable but weak voice, I replied, "Yes."