The Sentinel Demon

Chapter 2: Car Crash

Unknown P.O.V

This really just fucking happend. Again.

I run to the car from down the road and lean down by Rosemary's car. If I had a heartbeat I believe it would be racing right now.

I grab the handle of the car and pull, but of course it's locked. I roll my eyes before jerking the whole door off, throwing it behind me into a tree.

   My eyes widen in fear when I see Rosemary's fragile body laying in the car, hanging upside down from where the seatbelt is holding her.

"Fuck...fuck..." I struggle to crouch and reach in the car, holding my arm under her body as I press the button on the seatbelt. Rosemary's warm body drops into my arm and I pull her out carefully, laying her down on the grass.

That son of a bitch. Oh that son of a bitch.

   I look across her body, searching for any visible wounds. She has a few cuts on her arms from glass, and there will most definitely be bruises all across her body.

   I notice a bitemark across Rosemary's hand, my eyes burn red at the sight. My body heats up, anger growing inside. I'll kill that hairy bastard.

My fangs protract and I lean down, not knowing what else to do to save her. Ill just have to do what I did last time. I sink my teeth into her hand and begin to suck the venom out. At the first taste, a need fills my body.

   I get too much of a taste of her blood, my body struggling to pull away. Her blood is the most divine thing I have ever tasted. I open my eyes to look at Rosemary as I try to stop. Seeing her eyebrows furrow, even in her near-unconscious state, tells me she's discomforted.

   Knowing that fact, I force myself to pull away, wiping blood from my lips with my sleeve, groaning deeply. Fuck. I liked this shirt.

When I turn to look back at Rosemary, I physically jerk, seeing that she is looking right at me. Oh shit. I thought she was unconscious?

   Rosemary weakly reaches her hand up towards my face and I move back a little, almost sneering at her like an animal. Her hand makes contact with my skin, causing my body to flinch, and she lightly grazes it over my cheek. My mouth slightly falls from where I was stiffened up.

   "Beautiful." Is what Rosemary murmurs before she passes out, he hands slowly dropping from my face. I swallow hard, looking down at her in surprise. She just...what? Fuck this. She needs a hospital. And I can't sense anyone within a miles radius from here.

I touch Rosemary's arm, closing my eyes as I focus on everywhere she's feeling pain. Huh. That's why she's conscious this time; Nothing is broken, surprisingly. She just has a few cuts and scrapes from the glass. And probably a light concussion. She should be perfectly fine.

I reach over on the grass and find Rosemary's phone, not even cracked at all, and put in her password before finding her call app. I dial 911, using some voice manipulation to sound like...Rosemary, and report what happend.

Hanging up her phone, I go back to Rosemary. She lay on the grass, her chest rising quickly, blood running down one of her arms. I hate seeing her in so much pain. And I shouldn't. I should let her die, walking away as I laugh, or drain her body of all her blood. But...I can't.

The Next Morning...
Rosemary's P.O.V

"Not again..." I mumble as I blink my eyes open, instantly seeing the IV in my arm. I jinxed it, didn't I?

A groan leaves me as I feel stabbing pain in my ribs. I lift my shirt a second later, slowly, seeing a big bruise. Well, I don't think they're broken at least...?