"Stand up."

Micah hung off my shoulder as we stumbled up the stairs to the little apartment we had hidden away downtown. Made it easier to hunt if we were closer to the food. Sadly, she mixed alcohol with draining four drunk idiots and was completely wasted.

"Just one more floor...help me here."

"You're fine."

I growled and stopped, leaning her against the wall for a minute before I wrapped my arms around her butt and tossed her over my shoulder.

"You-"

"Say it and I just might."

I could feel her glare daggers into my back and I sighed, I don't know why she had started on this path of self-destruction but it was one bad time. Radio and Nova were out doing their thing and she should have been taking care of her twins but she pretty much handed them off to me and let the world collapse around her.

"I should have -"

"Say his name and your dead."

"I wasn't gonna say that. I should have just taken you back to your place."

Micah growled softly and I sighed, kicking in the door and dropping her on the bed. It was just a one room piece of shit but with out recent kills...it was safer. I sat on the bed and rested my head against the wall while she hissed and kicked my back.

"Knock it off."

"Get off."

"Where am I gonna rest then?"

"The floor."

I growled and punched her thigh, making her jump up....which was a bad idea since she held her head and fell back down.

"You picked the bar."

"I know."

"Shouldn't we try to find Ally?"

Micah huffed, "Only if we're asked. It's not our fight. We watch our own backs and that's it. She'll be fine on her own. Not our fault she let her guard down."

Wow, some harsh words coming from my sister who had always looked up to Ally.

"She hasn't exactly been herself"

"No shit. She fucked up. Everyone does. It's not our problem unless we're asked to help."

I looked down at her, watching as she gripped the pillow and shook violently. Her eyes were black and she was focused on the crack on the wall.

"You want to help."

"No."

My eyes widened slightly, "Why?"

"Not my place. I'll help if asked but I'm not going to jump in with both feet and get hurt because of a deranged idiot. You watch your own back and back of the person you trust but even then, you can't trust them. The only person who can take care of you is you. The only one who can protect you is you. It's not fucking brain surgery."

"It's not her fault or Griffin's."

"I'm well aware of that. Griffin and Ally didn't ask for it. In a place like this, you can't get comfortable."

I sighed and pushed my hair back, looking up at the ceiling and waiting for the drug and alcohol buzz leave. Hey, I didn't know that the last meal was a druggy so don't hold it against me. Footsteps caught our attention as they slowly made their way up the stairs. Even Micah sat up, her eyes waiting for the footsteps stop just outside the door.

A soft knock filled the room and Micah growled as the door opened, guess I forgot to lock it.

"What do you want?"

Her eyes were still black as mine were still the haunting gold. Her fangs were still extended as she stood, her eyes never leaving the person in the door way. My hand reached out and gripped her wrist, keeping her from attacking.