It was about a month since Ophelia joined their little crew and here they were again. At the Boardwalk.  Ophelia rolled her eyes before she stood up from Paul's motorcycle and walked away from them.

"Where are you going?"  David asked

"To do something.  I don't get how you can just stand here all night".  She waved him off and looked around to do something.

"Ow!"  Marko whined when David hit his arm.  "What did you do that for?"  He asked, rubbing his arm.

"Go with her.  She's not under control".

Heard that

David rolled his eyes at Ophelia's comment in the distance before gesturing for Marko to go. Marko swatted at David before stepping away from the group and quickly following after Ophelia's form.

"Why do you listen to him? I'm fine". Ophelia spoke once she felt Marko's presence beside her.

"Well, I kinda do.  He's like in charge annnnnd he's right.  You're not in control".  Marko bit his tongue after his comment about her not being in control.

Ophelia didn't say anything back. She just kept her head held high as they walked. She didn't admit it but they were right. She wasn't in control. She was just so hungry all the time and sometimes it would feel like someone was stabbing her in the stomach. She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't want to kill anyone but she did want the pain to go away.

Ophelia easily walked by a food stand and grabbed a bag of kettle corn without them noticing. Marko took a double look as he looked at her in shock. He did not expect her to do that. Nor did he think she could get away with it.

"I steal once in a while. I did it a lot when I first turned eighteen and was on the streets". She defended herself before opening the bag, letting out a long sigh.

"Besides. I'm starving". She placed a mouthful of the kettle corn in her mouth as she chewed on it.

"Yeah. I know the feeling". Marko agreed as some appetizing people walked by.

"How do you do it?"  Ophelia questioned him.

"Do what?"  Marko asked.

"Kill".

"We only kill bad people-"

"Don't.  Please don't lie to me".  Ophelia cut him off as she stopped walking and gave him a look. "I've seen the missing persons report around here...there's a lot".

Marko sighed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.  "It's just what it is". 

Ophelia ate some more of the kettle corn before sitting on an empty bench.  "I don't think I'm cut out for this.  The whole vampire thing".  She chewed on the inside of her cheeks.

"I don't think any of us were until it became a-like-I don't know how to word it".  Marko waved his hands around before plopping down on the bench next to her, stealing some of the kettle corn from the bag.

"Even David doesn't think I'm cut out for it".

"David will warm up to you. It just takes time". Marko reassured her. Yeah. She heard that before but how much longer? It's been a month and he still can't stand the sight of her.

"I wish I could remember how this happened. Whenever I try to remember it's just blank. Like someone took it away".  Ophelia said softly as she looked ahead, getting lost in her own world.

Marko thought for a moment.  It could be possible, but then again he's never heard of it.  They could make others see things that weren't there, so maybe there's a vampire out there who could toy with others' minds.

"Does that ever happen to you?"  Ophelia asked.  Marko looked back over to her, not having a clue what she was asking. 

"Uh. What?"  He asked.

"Wishing that there was something for you in this world.  I just think God put me on this earth to watch me fail".  Ophelia explained to him in a soft voice.

Marko may have only known her for a month but he always felt calmer in her presence.  She walked with such grace and her voice was angelic.

"Well, if there is a God. He sure as hell damned us all". Marko shrugged, giving her a smile, but noticed she didn't smile back.

The two sat in silence for some time before Marko stood up abruptly, making Ophelia look at him with question. His hand was suddenly in front of her and she looked at him with confusion.

"What?"

"Have you been on the carousel here before?" He asked.

"No. I've been on one before and it's boring. All you do is go around in a circle". She told him honestly, not getting why he suddenly brought up a stupid ride.

"Well, your whole outlook on it will now change. This Boardwalk's carousel isn't like any others. It's one of a kind". He smiled wider, his fingers clenched to his palm a few times, gesturing for her to grab his hand.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow at him before she popped one last piece of kettle corn in her mouth before grabbing onto his hand. Marko then started to pull her through the crowd where the ride was at. Ophelia let out a laugh as he started to pick up his pace, the two practically running to get to the ride before the bell would go off again.

"Ophelia, you coming to movie night?"  A little girl asked while a nine-year-old Ophelia sat on the edge of her bed, before nodding her head.

Ophelia hoped down as the two made their way to the movie room. Ophelia loved movies. It was her way of escaping the horrible world she lived in. She plopped down on the ground and looked at the screen with her sparkling eyes.

'Mary, the child's growing up. It's high time she had a room of her own'

'Father!'

'George'

Ophelia wanted to go to Neverland. She wanted to fly away and be with Peter Pan and the rest of the Lost Boys. She thought, maybe if she kept a window open they would come along and whisk her away. Then she would truly have a family.