Blood War: The Awakening

Chapter 4

Groaning, I opened my eyes, slowly, forcing them shut when I saw bright lights. Did I die and go to heaven?  No,  not when my intriguing journey of life was just about to begin.

Pulling myself upright, I looked around, I was in the middle of a bunk bed trying to figure out where I was. It was in a moldy, it had a few cupboards to the corner. A concrete table in the middle that has monitors, radios, and a whole lot of junk stacked on top of it, and a few buckets laying around on top of what seem to be newspapers. The water stains on the raw, cracked walls were both from last night showers, and previous rains, and that's when I remembered, No, not my life before this but last night... About me versus W.I.K.D. Somehow I survive the gunshots and the fall, even though I could still hear my bones shattering into million pieces like broken glass when my back hit the pavement. It must be them, they are the ones who saved me, but why? Staring down at my body, I noticed that I was wearing different clothes, jeans and a white t-shirt, and— I rolled up the hems, pressing down on my skin as I observed it. I got shot, multiple times and I know this because I could remember the sting of each one, but there wasn't even a single wound,

"You must have shifted right at the very moment when you were being shot at, that's how you survive," a man slid the large door aside, coming closer towards me into the light, the first thing that caught my eyes was his high pigmented brown hair, thick eyebrows, and honey-kissed stares, and complimenting pale skin, who is this stranger? Faster than wind, I snaked my way to the other side of the room, pushing him against the wall,

"Where am I?"

"You are safe. W.I.K.D nor the police can't find you down here,"

Although I am happy to hear that the wicked and the cops can't find me, I needed to know who was he and why did he help,

"Who are you? Why did you help me?"

"What—It's me... Al,"

"Am I suppose to know you?"

"Yes— why are acting this way? Is it because I am not like you, and I am a vampire? And you're a wolf?"

A wolf, No... I was no wolf.

"— Because we have been over this, too many times, Or is this because of my father? Because let me tell something, you and I... Are more than enemies," he snarled, exposing his fangs, but his eyes stayed normal. I had no clue who he was or what he is fussing about, but he was right about one thing, he was not like me, anything like what I saw in the puddle. Releasing him, I walked towards the door, I have to get back inside of the police station, and get that file, I need to know if I can protect the people who know me because I have a feeling W.I.K.D will go after anyone connected to me in some way,

"Celestine, wait—"

I paused, my hand still extended to the knob, but I froze, he was the second person to refer to me by that name, Celestine.

"What do you know about Celestine?"

"That's you, that's your—" he gazed at me from the corner of the room, "You don't remember?"

"No. My life before today is a total blank, but let me tell you my life now," I spoke calmly,

"I woke up in a fucking coffin, and a kind man was brave enough to dig me out, even though he knew what happened all those years ago. And guess what? I got hungry,"

"You did what—"

"What do you know about Celestine Baker,"

"If you don't remember, how did you kill so many men? Last night?"

"With a scalpel, and— I didn't kill those men, something took over me. Bitter thoughts evaded my mind... Wanting to kill— my body followed the instructions,"