Meet The Sullivans

September 20th, 2008

Dakota POV

This was never how I intended things. Sure, I knew that our life as hunters was dangerous, but I never wanted her to take the fall for my mistakes. And she wasn't the first.

It was because of my mistakes that our parents died twelve years ago. It was my fault that our brother died six years ago and his twin sister left us the week afterward.

And still… and still my little sister kept by my side like a leech. No matter how much I begged her to leave for her safely she never gave me up. She always said that it wasn't my fault, that I had been too young to understand when our parents and brother died.

But this time… no matter what she said I would never forgive myself for my mistake. It was my mistake that cost Rose her life. My mistake and my mistake only.

Arizona POV

I glanced over at Dakota, who now was asleep with her head against the car door. Ever since Rose's death she had been closing herself away from me.

I sighed and pulled my hand through my curly, long, brown hair. Rose… it was too bad. But, considering our life it wasn't really something we could do about it. Death was always with us in our job, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Dakota took the blame upon herself. She thought it was her fault that Rose had died. But it wasn't. It really wasn't. We had split up, making us all go different directions, and Rose had stumbled upon the ghoul we hunted and it had killed her.

But, of course, Dakota thought it was her fault. She thought she would've never let Rose go alone, and not me either, but especially not Rose, who had been hurt during the time.

I sighed again, thinking about how Dakota had been behaving during these last three weeks. She had been drinking and sleeping with various guys, not talking about Rose at all, not even wanting to get our asses moving to a new location.

So I had taken her spot in our little family. I had packed our things when Dakota had been out, and as soon as she had gotten back I had loaded her in the car and then started to drive to our Godfather, Bobby. Maybe he could help me with her a bit. I really hoped so.

Dakota POV

I groaned in pain as I woke up. My head was thumping and I felt sick to my stomach, and it certainly didn't feel any better when I discovered that I was moving.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled and opened my eyes slowly to get used to the light, "Zona? What the fuck!?"

I sat up straight and cursed when I saw my younger sister driving my precious car that our brother had had, and dad before him, a blue 1971 Chevy Nova with white racing stripes. I glared at Arizona, who nervously glanced over at me.

"What the fuck have I said about driving my car!?" I asked, angry and irritated.

"That I'm not allowed to. But, Dakota, honestly, we have to get a move on, and you're just a wreck. We're heading to Bobby's."

"Damnit, Arizona. I need some time, okay? Can't you just give me that?"

"And what will happen when the credit card doesn't work anymore? When we get to Bobby's you can get back to your drink and sleep life for a while. I can borrow a car from him."

"You're not going to hunt alone." I snapped, "Idiot. Pull over."

"No, you're not sober. I'm not letting you drive. And you're not going to make me, if you do I'll probably end up crashing the car, so just relax. We're there in an hour."

I sighed, frustrated, but I didn't argue anymore. I leaned my head against the door, feeling queasy.

"Pull over. I think I have to throw up." I said quietly and Arizona did as told.

Arizona POV

I raised the volume on the radio up as Dakota threw her guts up. Fall Out Boy's Dance, Dance was being played and I quietly sang along.

Dakota got back in the car and took some pain pills from her bag and drank all the water in her water bottle. I started to drive again, without Dakota interjecting. She never let me drive the car without bitching, so she's definitely not feeling alright.

I glanced over at her, seeing her pulling her long, curly, dirty-blonde hair up in a ponytail, blowing her bang away from her eyes and then close her blue eyes.

Dakota has always been beautiful, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, her tall, 5'10", slender body and pale skin.

She and I really looked different. I was petite, short, 5'4", and slim, with brown hair and brown eyes, and tanned skin.

Dakota and I never were really alike. She's very professional and together, while I'm happy and giddy. I always make jokes, while she almost never really talks. I've always made friends while in school, and Dakota always shut herself away from other people.

She drinks a lot and sleeps with different guys in every town we're in, while I stay at the motel and read, watch TV or something like that.

Dakota POV

When I woke up again the car stood still. I opened my eyes sleepily and looked over at Arizona, who sat and looked at Bobby's house.

"Zona? Are you all right?" I asked with a hoarse voice.

"What? Oh, yeah. We're there, but Bobby's not home. He'll be back in about an hour. How are you feeling?"

"Great. My head is killing me and…" I said and looked down on my hands, feeling tears starting to fall down my cheeks, "It's my fault, Zona… I shouldn't have let her go alone. I should have let the two of you go together. It's my fault!"

"No, it's not your fault. It's the ghoul's fault. He was the one that killed her, not you. You couldn't have known."

Arizona got out of the car and the next thing I knew was that my door opened and Arizona threw herself in my arms. The both of us cried our eyes out, something that doesn't happen a lot.

We stopped when we heard a couple of cars coming up towards the house. Arizona stood up and I wiped away the tears and looked myself in the rear window.

My eyes were puffy and red. I sighed deeply and put on a pair of sunglasses to hid the eyes from Bobby and whoever was with him.

I got out of the car and looked at Bobby's beat up car and a shiny black, 1967 Chevy Impala, who just had parked beside us. Arizona ran up to Bobby when he gout out from his car and hugged him tightly.

"Hi, Bobby!" she said happily.

Bobby laughed and hugged back. I folded my arms and looked at the guys who got out of the Impala. They were hot, really hot. Bobby looked at me after pulling away from Arizona.

"Hey, Dakota." he said.

I nodded curtly to him and then took an interest of my beat up, black Converse and leaned against the Nova.