"Where's my sister? What have you done with my sister?" the seventeen year old girl with the curly strawberry hair blurted out. She had awoken from a dream on a bed that wasn't familiar. In the dream she was in some shed, the light outside bright from the sun, but everything in the room blurry from the dream. There was a dark shadow of a man she could not make out, going around the room asking everyone questions. As these questions were being asked, clicks like locks being clicked into place were heard. The people were being asked what their birth sign was, what religion they were, and if they remembered who they were in their past life... before they were delivered here.

        And now Sheryl gasped as, yes, she remembered how she had died before she came here. She looked to her right arm and saw that, yes, the mark was still there, the rope burns from the ritualistic suicide her and her sister performed at the waterfall, both miserable with their lives. They had tied each other up with rope, her right arm bonded with her sisters left arm, and had jumped into the waterfall.

        She remembered the man in the dream had chuckled when he asked her sister what religion she had been:

        "Born-again Christian."

        "And suicide was a way out for you? Or did you just feel like you had to do what Judas did to atone for some guilt trip?"

        "No none of that-I wasn't happy with my life, and neither was my sister. We were getting abused at home, and my sister, out of anger, used magic to murder my stepfather. She summoned some nasty angels, but then our mother got stuck with all the bills afterward. Then she died in her sleep, but I question if God was punishing us for what my sister had done. I told her it wasn't the Lords way, but she said 'When you've had enough, you've had enough'. They were going to take us away after that, but I guess by then.....we had both had enough."

        "And ended up here," the man finished. "Seems like the bird managed to snatch both of your souls up before they could reach their final destination. And mended your bodies up quite well in the process, save for...a few minor adjustments...."

        "Where am I?” her sister Janie had asked.

        There was a long pause, then:"Elsewhere, as in the saying 'Take your belongings elsewhere. A place where you can find the lost and found, for better or worse..."

        The man then went over to Sheryl and began asking her the same questions he had her sister. There was a long pause after she answered what her religion had been, followed by a bunch of those clicks somewhere. When she was done with the questions, there was silence in the room. Then, suddenly, chains broke and came undone, followed by muffled alarm. It was then she had awoken here on this bed, asking what they had done to her sister.

        There was something in the closet, she was aware of that right away. It wasn't just the slight ruffling of coat hangers and movement, but a smell of death and hunger. But it was far away. Behind the clothes, she knew, the closet went back. Way back.

        Sheryl got up off the bed and went over to the clothes, which were of many suits that looked like church clothes. But they were an olive green and brown she didn't like, and had a smell of bad tasting cologne that made her gag and think of green olive juice. She pulled the suits back, and sure enough, saw a long narrow hallway leading into complete darkness.

        A knock on the door startled her, and she came quickly out of the closet, alarmed at who might be on the other side.

        "Who is it?"she asked.

        The knob turned, and her stomach turned inside. When the dorky troll with the tan military suit came through, dorky as he looked, there was something about him that made her feel uncomfortable nonetheless. He had dealt with people like her all the time, for a very short time. She was just another "guest".

        "Every guest ends up calling me Picklenose, might as well get used to it. Welcome aboard, dinner is downstairs if you care to join us."

        Us.

        "Is my sister down there?"she asked, to which the troll shook his head, and his big nose shook with it, sending some of his snot down his suit. Now she did laugh, but he had a look like he was used to it. Her stomach still turned uncomfortably.

        "When twins commit suicide and are of different religions, I guess you can say their paths will be different in this life too, for example."

        "I've respected her beliefs and she had well respected what I practice and the powers I have-"

        "Which got you into a shitload of trouble, according to my documents. You really should have learned to control that Irish temper of yours. "

        "And just let the bastard walk all over my mother like that? Waiting and hoping the fat fuck would just die of a heart attack one day? My patience ran out!"

        "And the very same angels you summoned came back to claim your mother shortly afterwards. They weren't content."

        "Well I guess, neither were we. What would you have done in my situation?"

        The troll, who sounded to her like Winnie the Pooh from her childhood days, paused and thought for a moment. "I would have gotten out a shotgun and put it right down his throat. Okay, you got me. I've seen the documents of your past life, I know the paths you both chose. I know the abuse you've taken, and honestly, I might have done the same thing. Either way you slice it, you are here now, and they seem to want you. Whatever powers or gifts you have, attracts them. Your sister....."

        The troll trailed off,its beady black eyes looking down.

        "My sister what?" she asked now, demanded.

        "Your sister has become one of them," the troll explained. "She managed to kill five of them, taking the large cross off her neck and stabbing them in the heart. It was her first ambition when she came here: kill the vampires of this world and rid this world of evil. Right out of the casket, she murdered the mortician who managed to resurrect her body, claiming he was one of them. I was there, learning how to resurrect the right way, he was teaching me, and BAM! Right out of the coffin, the crucifix goes into his heart! Honeysuckle bugfuck, I managed to take your corpse and bring you here to my home,and lock the doors. She's out there though."

        "So they finally caught up with her and made them...one of them?"she asked, but the troll appeared to be anxious.

        "So I'm told," he said, then her nostrils filled with the taste of turkey and cooked vegetables coming from downstairs. "Come, dinner's ready."

        She saw a piano downstairs, and antique marbles stored in large jars in the living room. No TV whatsoever, but one of those large old fashioned radios stood above the piano she saw. Old fashioned quilted furniture lay around here and there, with the curly-cues her great grandmother so liked.

        She was so hungry though, what really interested her was the contents of the kitchen: food, and lots of it. The people sitting around the table immediately regarded her with excitement and eagerness. Some had silk suits on and some were in robes, but all were nicely dressed, and their skin was...well, a pale white that for some reason caught her attention. One of them had eyes that sparkled like gold, another's like silver. Some had wigs on like the days of Thomas Jefferson, and she wondered what time zone it was here, or when these people had been alive before...well, their past life before here...

        "Ladies and gentlemen," a voice that sounded familiar for some reason announced at the far end of the long wooden table in the dining room where the food was being set from the kitchen, the maids rushing to get everything prepared. Sheryl now recognized the voice: it was the mortician who, awakening them out of their coffins, had asked each of them what there birth sign was and religion. And if they remembered who they were in their past life before they came here. He was tall, had a black and white tuxedo on, pale white skin (didn't they all?) and jet black hair. He raised a toast as he announced:

        "I'd like you to meet our newest guest, Sheryl Moore from Ireland. Died committing suicide holding hands with her twin sister, jumping into a waterfall. But now, she is alive and well, and given another chance, at resurrection, and life here in this world!"

        There was applause at this and every head turned to gaze at her, and she gazed back, very uncomfortable now. Hadn't the troll told her her sister had killed five of them, including the mortician, before they caught up to her and made her one of them? And yet there he was. Still, no sign of her anywhere...

        Then she gasped as she looked to see a girl sitting by the mortician to his left. She had a blank robotic stare, and on her forehead was what looked like a computer chip of sorts.

        "Bastards you won't get away with this!"she bellowed at them, and saw in that instant some of them, opening their mouths, had fangs. Blood began drooling out of there mouths now, and she gasped as she saw what was being served in the center of the table. It was not turkey and vegetables, but rather her stepfather, stuffed with an apple hanging out of his mouth, in the center of the table.

        Her anger went away a little, but not enough to calm her down. She took a fork from the table and stuck it in a nearby vampires eye, ripping the eyeball out as he shrieked in pain. She then cursed him aloud and saw his felt linen suit start going up in flames, then his pale white skin with it. The fire caught onto the table, then her stepfathers corpse in the center went up in flames with it.

        Everyone got up from the table, panicking, trying to put the flames out, and neverminding her at the moment. She used this time and opportunity to rush over to the other side of the table and pick her sister up from where she sat, still with that blank stare and computer chip on her forehead. "The mark of the beast," she whispered to herself, remembering some of what her sister had taught her at one time, before she'd gone a different path altogether.

        She took her sister to the room upstairs, and locked the door. Outside rain began to pour and there seemed to be a ruckus and shouts somewhere out on the streets. She put her sister, still with the blank stare, on her bed, and tried talking to her.

        "Do you remember me? I'm your sister, can you remember who you were, who we were?"

        Sheryl gasped as Janie's head turned blankly and robotically. Then her hand shot forward and grasped Sheryl's arm tightly. She looked blankly into Sheryl's eyes and said:"I never knew you, depart from me."

        From downstairs there were muffled screams and someone shouted "Get the girls! Bring them to us!"

        Footsteps were heard coming upstairs, but then a loud bang was heard downstairs below her that halted the steps.

        Then she heard the sound of gunshots and louder screams of torture.

        "Vampires! Kill the vampires!"someone shouted from downstairs. "Never enough bullets for these bastards! Reload!"

        More loud shots, more yells of pain, and after the yells of pain, there was triumph.

        The fighting went on for a good 10 minutes, but Sheryl tried not getting distracted:she had work to do now. She shook off her twin sisters arm, and touched the computer chip on her forehead. This is how they make you one of them, she thought. Then it gets worse, the fangs start to show, and...

        "There's one more, I can smell it!" Sheryl heard from downstairs, then the footsteps began ascending towards her room. She went to make sure the door was locked,but it was kicked open. Standing before her was a man with a cowboy hat on, tan in color, a tan suit on... wearing a belt with a gun placed in a holster on each side. He looked like a cowboy out of a western movie her mother used to like watching when they were growing up as kids. Cowboys and Indians, though there were no Indians, and these weren't cowboys, but vampire hunters.

        "My sister!"she began, and the gunslinger quickly took one of his guns out of its holster and shot for the forehead. The bullet pinged off of the computer chip and Sheryl saw Janie's face immediately light up with coherency and consciousness; the chip was gone, a small indent on her forehead, but quickly fading even now.

        From the closet some kind of beast shot out, pale blue skin and eyes red and sparkling; it had been there all along, just waiting for an opportune time. Before it had a chance to dash at the gunslinger, five bullets were shot right into its head, and Sheryl saw him quickly reload and put six more in before it hit the ground, then reload again.

        Both sisters gasped in unison at watching what the gunslinger had just done. There had been one more, in the closet, and if he hadn't gotten there, they would have been dead by now, or worse, really would have become one of them.

        "Oh, thank you, thank you kind sir!"Sheryl said, shouted with gratitude to the gunslinger, who only stood there and nodded with a straight face, not saying anything or showing any emotion.

        Sheryl turned to her sister, who was coming to now.

        "Janie, is that really you now?" she asked, and Janie immediately nodded, then reached over and gave her twin sister a big hug. Then, after a long pause where both sisters looked lovingly at each other eye to eye, the gunslinger behind them spoke up.

        "Are you coming with us?" to which both sisters turned, looked at each other, back to the gunslinger and nodded.

        The gunslinger paused, was about to put his gun back in its holster, then stopped. He looked slightly up in the air, as if staring at the ceiling, and sniffed like a dog.

        "I smell one more," he said. Both sisters looked at each other anxiously, then Janie's eyes grew wide with horror.

        "Sheryl, do you remember what kind of witch you were?"her sister asked.

        Sheryl all of a sudden felt uncomfortable,and knew the eyes in the room were now on her. Then, it came back to her...

        The cops had found teeth marks on her stepfather that weren't human,and she hadn't summoned the angels to do her dirty work; she had done it all herself, with her first transformation after months of practice. She had brought him out to the forest to make it look like wolves might have done it, so no one would suspect her.

        Sheryl's eyes now became a bright red, her skin a pale white. And yes, fangs now emerged from her mouth. She looked down and saw her finger nails turn long and yellow, and held them up to her face and began screaming uncontrollably. That was why everyone at the dinner table had looked at her the way they did; she had been one of them all along.

        Sheryl reached out to grab her sister, who had already took the crucifix off of her neck again and stuck it in her heart. One more there was indeed, and it had been her. Janie took the crucifix out,and saw with mild surprise her sister was still alive. The gunslinger shot, but missed somehow, and Sheryl jumped right through the window leading out on the street where the rain was pouring down and screams were heard everywhere. She collapsed onto the street, and managed somehow to get up and carry herself away from the old olive green house with the yellow sidings as best she could.

        Somewhere on the street, she saw a stone statue of a man she hardly knew but her sister knew well. She faintly put her hands on the statue, the life running out of her quickly. She mumbled something, that could be heard by no one but herself. Behind her, the gunslinger and her sister were catching up with her. She felt them right behind her, but Janie faintly whispered: "Halt your gun, gunslinger: she is ready now."

        Sheryl felt herself rise up and up into the sky, looking down on her decayed corpse, bloodied and decaying quickly on the street where her sister and gunslinger stood. She had a new form now, one that didn't need the earthly pleasures of food and water, only spirit. She looked up to her destination, and heard the angels singing from a distance.