I heard people arguing in the hall and a machine that was beeping.
"There's nothing good on t.v. Hospitals suck." Claire complained.
"Claire, shut up. We here with Kelly. So when she leaves, so can you." Sydney said. I felt her warm hand on mine. I lightly squeezed her hand to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"Oh, my god!" Sydney eclaimed.
"What?"
"His hand squeezed mine." Claire sighed. Well I wasn't dreaming.
"He's in a coma. He might not be waking up at all. You're hallucinating." She said.
"Why do you have no hope, Claire?" I asked weakly.
"Jesse, it's scientifically impossible for you t-." She cut off mid sentence as I opened my eyes to look at her.
"I like your hair." I smiled. She smiled back with tears in her eyes.
"Looks better than yours." She teased. I chuckled.
"That's true." She had red hair with black streaks instead of dirty blonde. I looked to my left and found Sydney staring at me. She had on the same outfit she wore when we first met.
"I know you." I said. She smiled and straightened my hair. The doctor came into the room as Kelly followed. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me.
"Well we might not have to pull the plug after all." He said with a smile. Claire looked at Kelly as he said that.
"You were gonna pull the plug?!" She asked. Kelly nodded slowly.
"I couldn't afford to keep him on life support." She said softly. The doctor cleared his throat.
"You're free to go, Mr. Sparks." He said. I nodded and slowly stood up but then fell back down.
"Um. I forgot to mention the one of your legs is paralyzed." He said. Sydney handed me a cane. It was black with silver barbwire running up it. On the top was a bloody rose just like the tattoo Sufferthorne becomes on my skin. I unscrewed the top and pulled out a sword. I smiled. They left me alone so I could get dressed.
"Why are we even here?" I asked as we pulled into the Stevie B's parking lot.
"Ask them." Kelly said. I looked in the backseat at them. They shrugged then giggled. Claire helped me out of the car and into the resturaunt. A waitress came up to me with a smile on her face.
"Are you Jesse Sparks?" She asked. I nodded. She giggled.
"Right this way sir." I gave Claire a strange look. She shrugged and we followed the girl to the back. Brock came up to me with a big smile and slapped my back. I lost my breath and fell over. Claire sighed and crossed her arms.
"Whoops. Sorry. I forgot you lost all your strength." He apologized. He bent down and picked me up and set me in a chair. Why is he being nice to me? Something was diffrent about him. I just couldn't put my finger on it. My grandpa put a cake in front of me.
"Welcome home, Jesse." He said. I smiled.
"Technically I'm not home, grandpa." I said.
"Sharp kid." He ruffled my hair.
"He got it from his dad." Kelly said moving some hair from my face. I stared at the cake.
"I never knew what happened to my parents. The truth." I muttered.
"They died in a car accident." Kelly said. I slammed a fist on the table.
"No thay didn't! I want the truth!" I demanded.
"I'll tell him." Uncle Tod said. Kelly shook her head.
"It's time for him to know the truth." He cleared his throat. "You're father was a vampire, but you already knew that. He was one of the head vampires. Second hand actually. But then her fell in love with a human, your mother. Later they got married and had you. Jericho knew that you were a great gift. He tried to take you from your parents. Jericho wouldn't tolerate your dad's interferance. So he killed him. He killed your mother after she got you to Kelly." He explained. I stared in silence at Uncle Tod.
"Jericho did this to me?" He nodded.
"To all of us." He added. I shook my head.
"That still doesn't explain why I'm turning evil."
"It's your dragon and the markings." We all looked down the table at one of my cousins, Lizzy.
"And how do you know that?" Claire asked.
"Because I went through the same thing." She snapped. "And I'm his sister." Everyone grew silent.
"But you're the same age as him." Brock said.
"We're twins, dumbass." She said.
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