"Shut up!" the blonde guy hissed at him, pulling a branch from the tree with a superhuman strength that made Alex gasp in fear. Who the hell was this guy?
"Stupid fucking human," he was muttering. "Just fucking bleed." Alex tried to shield himself with his arms as he was hit again and again with the branch, his skin breaking open and bleeding from hundreds of tiny cuts. The blonde guy was laughing now, "That's it. They'll come now with the blood. They'll want to save you."
Alex couldn't understand what the guy was talking about, he seemed crazy in the head. If he didn't try and do something, he would be beaten to death with a branch by a crazy person. He tried to kick out, but couldn't connect with anything, but the assault from the branch stopped. Scrambling to his feet, he was too late to see the branch come at him from the left. It tore a gash in his forehead, ripping through skin as the force threw his head to the side.
He was jerked to his feet, a hand clutching his throat. Alex cried out in surprise as he was wrenched in close to the crazy guys face. His eyes were completely black and his teeth... His teeth could only be described as fangs. Alex began to shake as terror took him over. What the hell was he?
Alex cried out as the guy lent in and bit his neck. He tried to struggle, but he was held in a vice grip. Geesus, he was being eaten alive by a vampire wannabe weirdo. He panicked and tried to struggle harder, but he was loosing blood fast. His limbs felt like they were filled with lead.
Abruptly, the guy was pulled from him an he fell to the ground heavily. It barely registered that his attacker had been thrown fifty feet away into a tree. Then Sam was there pulling him up, propping him against another tree. Sam, his best buddy to the rescue. But, when Alex looked again, he had the same eyes as the crazy cannibal who attacked him.
"Geesus!" he yelled, but couldn't make his limbs work.
"It's okay, Alex," Sam was saying. "Sit tight, I'll explain everything. I've just got to deal with this guy."
Alex could only nod, slack jawed in shock.
When Sam caught the scent of Alex's blood on the breeze he knew it wasn't good. He ran as fast as he dared towards its source, trying not to draw any attention from the people around him on the street.
He caught sight of two figures in the distance between the trees. He roared in fury as he realized a vampire had Alex and was feeding on him. He had to protect is friend, no matter what. Even if he found out, he had to save him.
Grabbing the vampire from behind he threw him clear across the path into a tree, a sickening thud as his body collided. There was so much blood, he couldn't help it when his eyes misted over into black. He grabbed Alex, heaving him up against the tree behind him.
"Geesus!" Alex yelled in shock as his eyes focused on his face. He would have to explain to his friend later.
"It's okay, Alex," Sam said. "Sit tight, I'll explain everything. I've just got to deal with this guy."
The vampire had picked himself up and was advancing on him quickly. As he came within striking distance, Sam punched the side of his head, a sickening crack echoed through the trees as it connected. The vampire was either newly made or older than he was, because the punch didn't seem to bother him at all. His fist connected with Sam's jaw, the force sending him backwards. He landed heavily on his back, the air pushed from his lungs.
As he lay gasping for breath, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of Aya perched on a branch above him. She pressed her index finger to her lips to quiet him and gestured towards the vampire and then back down to him. Without giving away her position, he got up as quickly as he could. And not a moment too soon. The vampire was on him again, viciously punching him in the ribs. As he doubled over, instinctively clutching his side, he was kneed in the face, blood gushing from his nose and now split lip.
Sam didn't even have a second to regain his composure before stumbling back under the tree. The vampire had him around the neck in the blink of an eye, laughing in triumph. "Looks like I won," he crowed.
But Sam had already lured him into position. Aya dropped lithely from the tree onto the vampires back. He yelled in surprise as he felt her arms wrap about his own neck. "Hello," Aya crooned in his ear. Before he could compose himself to break Sam's neck she sunk her fangs into his jugular, making him lose his grip.
Sam, now free, tore a branch from the tree and plunged it through the vampire’s heart, barely missing Aya as she let him go.
"Hey," she cried, shoving the now dead vampire aside. "Watch it buddy. We're on the same side, remember?"
Sam smiled, his chest heaving, "You knew what you were doing."
Aya smiled wickedly, "I see you're the one who got all the book smarts."
"Thanks," he puffed, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve.
They turned back to Alex, who was fixed to his spot against the tree in absolute fear. Sam glanced at Aya and she smiled reassuringly. She kneeled down next to their hurt friend and put her hand on his. "I'm sorry Alex. We came as fast as we could. Where are you hurt?" Her voice was soft, concerned.
He was obviously afraid of them, but didn't scream or try and run. "I'm cut all over my arms. My face," he managed at last.
Aya nodded and turned to Sam, "You have to heal him."
"Why?" he look confused. "Can't you?"
"My blood will make it worse. If he has enough it will kill him. And you, so make sure you remember that," she said firmly, gesturing for him to kneel down.
At the mention of blood, Alex's eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted. Frowning, Sam lent over his unconscious body and began to drip his blood on each wound. The secret they kept very close, that vampire blood could heal a humans wounds and much more besides. But, if blood was given too late, then, well, it was vampirism for the human. He wondered why Aya's blood would do the opposite; act like poison. She was not an ordinary vampire, perhaps that had something to do with it. He made a mental note to warn the others.
The gash on Alex's temple was still wet with fresh blood. Head wounds bled profusely, it was in all their best interests if he healed that quickly. As soon as he was done, Aya herded him towards his car as he carried Alex's limp body, anxious to get their friend home and safe.
Zac found her at the same table as the day before, but this time with a bottle of Johnny. Really, he didn't know why he came to the bar on today of all days. His brother was meant to be here, but he was nowhere to be seen. Sitting across from Liz he cocked his head, waiting for her to speak first.
Instead, she pushed the bottle across the table, staring at her hands. He couldn't help but take a few large mouthfuls. She was upset and obviously didn't want to talk about it. All dressed up and no do-gooder boyfriend in the vicinity. He wondered what Sam was doing, standing up Liz when he knew today was important.
They finished the bottle in silence and when it became obvious that he wasn't coming, Zac took her arm and they left the bar. Hovering outside on the sidewalk, he wasn't sure if he should take her home or not.
Finally, she spoke. "It was today, you know," she said, shivering.
He looked sidelong at her, gauging her expression. It had been a year since she'd died, since she became a vampire. "Yeah, I know."
They stood awkwardly on the sidewalk for a moment. Liz was upset and he wanted to be there for her. Selfish as it was, his heart ached. Turning, Zac gazed at her as she looked out into the darkness of the gardens across the street. He'd wanted to kiss her at least once before he had to give her up. Just once.
Liz couldn't help but turn and return his stare. Reaching down, he ran his thumb across her cheek and drew a sharp breath as she sighed. Drawing close, he kissed her softly on the lips, lingering, testing her response, but he didn't need to. She kissed him back with a fire he didn't think she possessed.
"Liz," he whispered, completely in her trance. He was ripping a hole in his brother’s heart behind his back, but he couldn't stop himself even if he tried. Regardless, he managed to pull back.
"I..." he began, but this time, she kissed
him and whatever he had been thinking about was lost.
Only twenty minutes had passed when Alex sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. Sam and Aya had bundled him into Sam's car and brought him home. The beauty of a small town was it never took long to get anywhere. They were still out the front of his house when he came to, having just put him on the bench on the porch.
Sam looked at him warily, unsure what his reaction would be. If he totally flipped out, he was prepared to compel him if it protected them all from exposure. Alex was his friend and he disliked the idea, but he had to protect Liz and Zac first. Aya, he was sure, would be able to protect herself.
Alex put his face in his hands and groaned. He was obviously thinking about what had just happened. "What the hell are you, Sam?" Alex asked angrily, getting straight to the point.
"I'm a vampire. And Aya," he glanced at her. "Aya is a vampire, too."
Alex leant heavily against the front door. "I heard Liz and Gabby talking about Aya. This is what they meant, wasn't it?"
"Probably," she nodded.
"How old are you really? I mean, you're not 25 are you?"
"No, Alex," Aya smiled reassuringly. "I'm a lot older than that. I've been around quite a few more lifetimes that I had originally planned. But, I’m flattered that you think I’m 25."
"How old?" he whispered.
"I think you should tell him your age first," she said to Sam.
He shrugged, "I'm 167."
"Geesus!" Alex threw his hands up in annoyance. "You say that like its normal. And you?" He jabbed a finger at Aya.
She balked, "I'm two thousand, give or take."
"Fucking hell! And Zac?" his eyes widened. "Liz? Please don't tell me Liz is one too?"
"Yes, we all are. But not Gabby," he added. "Gabby is a witch."
"Holly fucking shit!" Alex's hand slapped his forehead in disbelief. "I'm in the fucking X-files!"
Aya frowned, "What's a X-file?"
Sam had to stifle a smile, "It's a TV show."
"TV?" she cocked her head, confused, then exclaimed, "Oh! The picture thing. I get it."
Alex was staring at them dumbfounded.
"Alex, we're still your friends," Sam said seriously.
"And you're the first human who has liked me for who I was and not what I was," Aya smiled at him.
Alex was dumbfounded. "You're all crazy," he said backing through the front door, "You need to leave me the hell alone."
"Alex, please," said Sam.
"Just go away, Sam. I was attacked by a crazy vampire, something that isn't meant to exist. Then I find out all my friends are vampires too!"
"And Gabby. Don't forget, Gabby. She's a witch," Aya quipped.
Sam glared at her, "Not helping."
"Will you just go away. I don't want you coming near me and I don't want you in my house," snarled Alex.
"Then take back your invitation, Alex," Sam pleaded. "Then I won't be able to come in."
Alex glanced warily from him to Aya, suspecting a trick.
"He's right," Aya nodded. "Rescind both our invitations. If you choose not to speak to us again, we cannot come inside."
Sam knew that it wouldn't work on Aya, she wasn't entirely vampire, but he was a little taken aback by her actions. He didn't think she had it in her to be kind.
"Then," Alex spat. "I take back both your invitations. I rescind Zac's and I rescind Liz's." he slammed the door in their faces.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"I should have compelled him," Sam shook his head as they walked back to the car.
"No," Aya disagreed. "Alex won't say anything. You need to trust him, not the other way round."
"How do you know?" He didn't sound so sure.
"The one thing I know about Alex, is that he's loyal. He won't talk, at least not until he's had a chance to talk it through with Gabby and Liz."
He sighed and asked, "Why did you tell him that? To take back your invitation? You never needed one."
"If it makes him feel safer, then I will let him believe," she shrugged, leaning against the car.
"I must admit that I'm surprised."
"Surprised?" she raised her eyebrows. "That I'm not one hundred percent monster? Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"That's not what I meant and you know it." He waited for a response, but wasn't going to get one.
Aya, only now noticing that he was dressed up, said, "Hot date, Romeo?"
"I was meant to meet Liz," he said. "It's one year today since she was turned."
"Oh, so you celebrate them?" she said sarcastically. "Did you get her a cake?"
"No! It's just a hard day for her and all. She hasn't had the best time of it."
Aya laughed, "Does anyone?"
He didn't reply, frowning.
She snorted at his grimace, "Well, at least you wore a black shirt. The blood doesn't show up unless you look hard enough."
"Thanks for the encouragement," he rolled his eyes. "If you don't mind, I have to go find Liz and apologize. If you're going to the manor, can you tell Zac?"
Aya groaned, tapping the car boot, "Only if you get rid of the body."
"Just do it with a little tact, Aya. I don't want him doing anything reckless."
"Yes, sir," she said sarcastically and opened the passenger side door, then slammed it shut, electing to go on foot, rather than get in the car with Sam. "But don't blame me when he does anyway."
The manor was dark when Aya made her way up the driveway. She knew that Sam would find Liz and apologize for being tardy and tell her about what had happened to Alex. And she was left to explain to Zac, which was all she ever seemed to do. She wasn't used to answering to others, let alone to the most annoying vampire in the history of the world; Zac. She worked her best one on one. Alone.
Thankful for the alone time, she lit the fire in the parlor, preferring the warm light to the electric ones. It was more homely in the big old house. Stoking the coals, she watched the sparks whirlwind onto the hearth, her thoughts spiraling with them. The embers brought back memories she would really like to forget. The castle emerged from the coals that she knew so intimately, the details vivid even after two thousand years. The place where she was turned. Closing her eyes, she tried to will away the image. The stone and wood structure built by the Britons, sacked by the Romans and the same she destroyed in flame.
The adjoining door to the hallway burst open and she turned sharply hissing deep in her throat as Zac and Liz stumbled in, their hands all over each other, kissing like it was their last day on earth. Zac's shirt was open and he was pulling at the hem of hers. They hadn't even noticed she was in the room and if she moved, they certainly would. She scowled, her heart wrenching in her chest. Poor Sam. Sam, who loved this girl. Zac had pulled Liz's top off and was trailing kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. Aya felt her heart lurch involuntarily. She could stand it no more and she coughed loudly.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Liz covering herself with her arms.
Zac took a step back, drawing in a sharp hiss of breath when he saw it was Aya. Her expression was darkness as she scowled at them. "Aya, I didn't know you were here,” he stammered.
Aya snorted her disgust. "Maybe you should check who's in the room before you decide to fuck your brother's girlfriend in it."
They stared at her, not sure what to say, as if they were trying to gauge what she would do next. Aya made to leave the room, but Liz grabbed her arm, "Please don't say anything."
Aya snatched her arm back abruptly, looking Liz up and down with contempt. Without saying anything, she stalked from the room. How dare she. She flew down the hall into the study, coming to a stop in front of the French doors that opened onto the verandah. Opening them she walked out into the night air. She felt more at ease here amongst the overgrown wisteria and the light breeze and willed her anger to melt away. Once upon a time, the forest was her home, a safe place from the evils of the world. She ran her fingers across the vines that twined around the banister. H
er earth sense had vanished when she turned, a loss that cut to her very soul. She missed the music of the plants, the shifting land beneath her feet. Casting her mind out into the night, all she heard was the soft hum of Zac, who had followed her outside. He leant against the doorframe, his open shirt flapping in the breeze.
Aya scowled as she felt her anger simmer up again. Without turning she said, "You could have at least dressed yourself properly."
He hastily buttoned his shirt up and came to stand beside her. Why was she so mad with him? Did she have feelings for him? She wasn't even sure what that meant. All she knew was the biting taste of revenge and destruction. She didn't know what love was and he obviously didn't either.
"Aya, I'm sorry." he began.
"Why are you apologizing to me? It's not my back you're going behind," she interrupted, not tearing her eyes away from the dark, cloudy sky that eerily reflected her mood.
After a moment he said, "You like the garden."
He was too observant, having noticed the way she stroked the wisteria. She didn't dare reply. God, he was so annoying.
They stood in silence for a while, neither looking at each other. Aya silently willed him to go away, but he didn't budge. None of them were blind; they could all see that Zac was drawn to her. Alex, Sam, Gabby. They all knew in some small way, but trusted that he wouldn't cross the line. Sam, least of all, didn't expect Liz to reciprocate. It was Sam, Aya felt sorry for.
Surprised at her train of thoughts, she felt the memory rise of the first night she had met Zac. The wolves had attacked him in the alley by the bar and she had saved him. She had compelled the memory from him, but still couldn't fathom why she had intervened in the first place. But, the greater mystery was how she had stopped the frenzy and not ended him along with the pack. Perhaps she would never understand. For the first time she wondered what his reaction was when he realized there was five mutilated bodies strewn around him. Her sadistic vampire side stifled a grin at the thought.
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