Francesca releases Julia and Maria

[Francesca's POV]

They've gone too far Francesca fumes as she stalks out of the basement. I need to end this abomination once and for all she thinks.

A child? Francesca thinks, in disbelief. Any hope Francesca had for saving her mother is now gone. For too long, I've been their accomplice. No more.

Francesca goes back to the kitchen, and gathers supplies to feed the human captives. You only need to survive one more night she thinks. Francesca then goes to the garage to gather supplies. She puts them under her bed and waits for the sun to rise.

Francesca had fallen into a troubled half-sleep when she is awoken by the loud laughing of her mother and sister in the hallway outside her room. They are drunk on blood she thinks.

The vampiresses stumble into Francesca's room. Francesca pretends to be asleep.

"Come on, Mom, I want to play with the girls in the basement" Julia whines.

"In a minute, honey, I just need to taste Francesca again" Maria says, the hunger plain in her voice. Francesca hears Julia stalk off.

Francesca, eyes closed, feels Maria's weight on the bed. Maria rolls Francesca from her side onto her back, pushing her t-shirt up past her breasts. Francesca continues to "play dead". Maria crawls over Francesca, her head dipping to take Francesca's nipple in her mouth.

Francesca opens her eyes. "Mom... Please don't" Francesca says, trying to push Maria off of her.

Maria is too strong for Francesca, and pins Francesca's arms above her head with one hand, her other hand cupping Francesca's breast.

"Shhhh... It's okay baby. I just want a taste" Maria says, and resumes sucking and licking on Francesca's nipple. A tear rolls down the side of Francesca's face. Francesca feels sharp fangs rake across the soft skin of her breast and gasps. Maria's fangs pierce Francesca's skin just below the nipple, and Maria's lips forming a tight seal on Francesca's breast as she feeds.

After a few moments, Maria withdraws her fangs. She licks the wound and kisses Francesca. "I love you, Francesca" she says, leaving the room.

Francesca's alarm goes off at 1 pm. It's midday - they'll be deeply asleep by now Francesca thinks, jumping out of bed and stretching.

Francesca creeps to the basement as quietly as she can, with a jug of gasoline and a flare. She takes a deep breath, girding herself for what is to come.

She tiptoes down the steps. Julia and Maria are asleep on the bed in each other's arms. On the floor are three young girls, their throats ripped out. I'm so sorry Francesca thinks.

Francesca creeps to the bed. She takes a final look at her mother and sister. Asleep, they look so beautiful. Peaceful, almost angelic. Goodbye she thinks, tears wetting her face.

She turns the gasoline jug over, drenching her mother and sister. Julia stirs first. "Francesca.... What.... What are you doing?" Julia asks, her **** daytime grogginess evident.

Francesca steps back and lights the flare. Realization dawns on Julia, just as Maria begins to wake up.

"_Francesca... No... Don't!" Julia yells, her arms outstretched.

Francesca throws the lit flare just as Julia is about to lunge off of the bed. Julia and Maria burst into flames. They let out blood curdling shrieks of agony as they writhe on the bed, their skin crackling. Francesca walks to the stairs and out of the basement, not looking back.

It's over Francesca thinks wistfully.

Francesca packed a bag and moved to another city immediately following that night.

Over time the wounds healed, and she began to live her life again, putting the horror behind her. She had realized that she hadn't killed her mother and sister, she had freed her family from the disease afflicting them.

Overall, Francesca is happy. At least in the moments when she doesn't think about Julia and Maria.

From time to time, Francesca still finds herself dreaming, in the dark and misty wood. There, she can be with her mother and sister, at least until she wakes up.