After weeks of hearing nothing from Captain Hatch, the vampires, werewolves, and ghosts assumed they were safe. Of course, they were wrong, as usual.
Imogen had successfully figured out how to get vampires to stop drinking from humans, after doing her own research. Red food coloring, corn starch, artificial flavoring, and cranberry juice, all to make this "tasty" invention taste and feel exactly like blood, tricking the bodies of all vampires alike.
She'd been living at Honolulu Heights with Hal, Alex, Tom, Allison, Mitchell, Annie, George, Nina, and the kids. She was surprised they could even fit her into that tiny Bed and Breakfast, but she hardly took up any room.
Out of all the characters she lived with, she was closest to Mitchell, Annie, and Allison. They welcomed her with open arms, and understood that she meant no harm. The rest would be suspicious, even though they had no reason to be.
Imogen was, well, improving. Her had grown out, she dyed it a medium brown and dip-dyed the ends blonde. She was less introverted now, from going on multiple lunch dates with Annie, along with shopping sprees with Allison, and concerts with Mitchell. They grew to be her three best friends. The only people she could really trust.
Captain Hatch soon found out about Imogen's cure to Vampirism. She had cheated his curse. She won against him. And he was not happy about it. Now, she was the first vampire he wanted to get rid of.
He sent his henchmen over to Honolulu Heights. Those disgusting looking men with blue/white eyes that had nearly corrupted Alex once.
The gang were sitting in the living room, bright and early in the morning. Everyone except George, Nina, and the kids, who were all sleeping in. Imogen couldn't sleep in anymore, or else she would sleep all day like she normally did, which wasn't good if she wanted to keep a normal schedule.
Imogen was sitting in the windowsill when she heard a random noise, causing her to look out the window. "Mitchell," She said in a worried voice, not getting an answer. He hadn't heard her. "Mitchell!"
"What is it, Immie?" He asked, chuckling a little. He looked through the curtain and saw four of Hatch's henchmen approaching the B&B. He called for Annie, who looked out the window as well. "Captain Hatch." She said, looking up at Mitchell.
"I'll handle this." Mitchell replied, a strong tone in his voice. "No." Imogen stood to her feet, now at Annie's side. "You're not doing this alone."
Hal, Tom, Alex, and Allison wouldn't let the three of them go outside alone, so they followed. The seven went outside in the streets, where the henchmen were approaching from.
"What do you want?" Mitchell asked them, keeping his distance. Annie was at his side, Imogen was behind them, and everyone else stood behind Imogen.
"Her." One of the henchmen replied, pointing at Imogen. "She is coming with us."
"Over my un-dead body!" Mitchell yelled. Somehow, he could still say something humorous, even in the most dreadful of situations. Annie tried not to laugh.
He stalked forward, ready to beat all of the henchmen to a pulp, if he could. But Imogen knew he would get hurt badly if he even attempted to.
Imogen ran forward, pushing Mitchell and Annie out of her way. She had no choice but to just go with them. She stopped in front of the henchmen, turning around to see Mitchell and Annie's surprised faces. "I'm sorry." She mouthed. The look on her face was extremely sad, as if she had lost all hope.
One of the henchmen grabbed her by her right arm, the other grabbed her by her left. A scared and surprised screech escaped Imogen's throat as they pulled her away. Still, she struggled.
Her three friends fought for her, of course. They all did. But they also knew that she didn't want them to, she didn't want them to get taken away as well.
Who knew where on earth (or elsewhere) she would be taken to. But Mitchell, Annie, and Allison were already planning on rescuing her.
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