Blood Princess

Chapter 30-Impulsive

IZEBEL POV:

The last twenty four hours has been horribly eventful. Let me explain.

First I yelled at Blake and Noah and ran away from them, despite their yelling for me. Then I called Ryland even though they very clearly forbid me from ever speaking or looking at him again.

But, it worked out because he found a lot out about the Russian warehouse.

So I apologized to Noah and Blake. Lied and said I would stay out of it, went to school and had Elsah come over so we could plan my trip to the Russians.

And then Elsah got a suspicious call from Vivi so Ivan drove us back to their apartment.

But, I heard Vivi's whimpers the moment we stepped inside. So, I grabbed Elsah's bat and hit that bastard as hard as I could. Which was a great stress reliever that I wish I could do more often.

We took Vivi to the hospital so she could get her wounds attended to.

Ivan stayed with Elsah, but Noah forced me to come home to sleep, and then he Blake and Lex mysteriously disappeared.

So, now it was just me and Ace. Aka the perfect time for me to leave this house and stop the Russians from sending me back to hell.

Call me crazy, but personally I think it's a great idea.

I went downstairs and saw Ace stretched out on the couch, drinking a beer.

"I'm mad. And tired." I snapped, crossing my arms.

"What's your point, Iz?" Ace asked.

"I want you to leave me alone and let me sleep. And if you don't I will make you regret it."

"Deal." He nodded. "Go sleep and wake up less grumpy."

I smiled and ran back upstairs, locking my door and tucking all of my things into a bag.

Elsah had drawn out a map, and we had managed to get a gun from my brother's mysterious armory.

Then I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the pictures Ryland sent me for the thousandth time.

It was a nice base and very very heavily secured. That made everything ten times harder for me. I was wearing all black exactly like my foster parents taught me. May they burn in hell.

Now, I was dangling over my windowsill, getting ready to jump down. Three...two...one

My feet hit the grass and then I heard guards start yelling my name. Screw security.

I threw my phone onto the ground and started sprinting towards the direction of the city, so I could buy myself a bus ticket.

One thing I'll never understand is why people hire old guys to be guards. They're old and insanely slow. Outrunning them is like outrunning a rock. And rocks aren't alive.

I reach the city and immediately hop on a bus and buy a ticket, sitting in the back and resting my head on a window.

"Hey, is this seat free?" A random man asked.

"Technically yes, but try and sit there and I'll start screaming and sue you for sexual harassment and trust me, I'll win."

He gave me a concerned look, but ended up walking away and no one else dared to sit with the weird teenage girl.

Eventually, the bus rolled to a stop a couple minutes away from the Russian base. I thanked the driver and got off, grabbing my gun from my backpack.

And I started walking. I wasn't completely sure if I was going in the right direction, all I knew was that I wanted to crush the Russians for making the majority of my life a living hell. And show them that there was no chance I'd ever let myself deal with that shit again.