Vampire Emeritus (Part #3) ✔

Chapter 38: No Weapons, No Pants, No Backup Plan

I didn't know what to do with myself. I kept slamming against the concrete blockage, hoping the stone monstrosity would crack or break, but nothing happened. If I have had the explosives, I might have been able to breach the pathway again, but everything was stuck on the other side.

My guns, my stakes, my blood.

I had nothing.

Every bone in my body hurt, my nails were broken, my body bruised. I could feel my ribs and spine aching with each movement. With the lack of blood, my bones couldn't heal quickly enough.

"Alright." I breathed in, trying to calm the panic, and checked what I had on.

A phone, a gun and a crumpled map was all I had left.

With shaky fingers, I unlocked the cracked screen and dialled William. He would help me. He would know what to do. If he wasn't dead already.

While I listened to the phone ring in my ear, I checked the pathway on the other side. The hallway was similar to the one I left behind, only more battered now that I goddamn bazooka took down the walls. It led to the stairway.

Shouting, firing and explosions reached from above. I was close to the surface. William and Thomas could help me blow up the wall if I reached them in time.

So, I ran.

My entire world narrowed down to the simple goal of getting Ian out of the hellhole underground and every fibre of my body hoped I wouldn't be too late.

I counted on Vilmus, which wasn't something I thought I'd ever say.

I counted on their relationship and his need to kill Ian himself. If he wanted that, the vampires would have subdoed him instead of killing him outright.

Ian was strong, but he wasn't strong enough to take on so many of them, not with salvia divinorum poisoning his blood.

The phone still rang in my ear, but no one answered. I hung up and called Thomas, without luck. Frustration and desperation mixed in my belly, pushing me forward.

I hid behind the wall on the surface level where the sounds of fighting grew stronger and assessed the situation in front of me. Shouting reached my ears, muffled and full of panic. I couldn't see our soldiers, but I saw a few vampires running through the hallways, carrying weapons and blood.

My back glued to the wall and I took in a deep breath. No one was answering.

Thanking God for smartphones, I opened the camera and took a picture of the map in my hand. I circled the room Ian and I were in and sent it to everyone I knew, including the Barbies, the vamplings and even Caiden.

Ian and I need help. The way through is blocked. Send help and explosives. Vilmus is going to kill us.

Someone had to see it eventually. I hoped eventually wouldn't be too late.

I breathed in and glanced towards the exit. As one of the vampires who carried stakes and blood walked by, I cried out.

"Help! I need help!"

The vampire stopped and like a good soldier, moved towards me. He was a handsome guy, tall and well-built, with gorgeous green eyes. I didn't need to fake pain as he looked over me. His forehead creased. He didn't recognise me.

"Please." I whispered.

A little hesitantly, he handed the blood to me. I opened the bottle and drank greedily, letting it heal my broken bones and chipped fingernails. To my surprise, the man just stood there, his expression perplexed.