Jake's POV
A vampire was crying in our kitchen, and I was pretty sure it was my fault.
I dragged myself off the floor where I'd been bleeding and dying, trying to ignore the pain shooting through my chest. The metal wound from the fake Kira was still burning, but there were bigger problems than my injuries.
Reality was falling apart around us, and random figures from other stories were dropping through the cracks like rain.
"Please," the vampire sobbed, looking around anxiously. "I don't understand where I am. One moment I was in my house in Transylvania, and now... what is this place?"
Behind him, a woman in a fancy dress was fighting with what looked like a talking rabbit. Near the broken window, a man in a superhero outfit sat on the floor, staring at his hands like he'd never seen them before.
