Run or Die (#1 of Run or Die)

Chapter-2

Zac Efron as Daniel.^_^

Chapter-2

-Liv

Waking, I blink my eyes and glance around rapidly. Then the events from last night hit me. Jamie.. No. I can't think about that right now. Daniel is right, he would wan't me to live, along with the rest of my family. If I die, then the rest of them are gone, the bloodline will end. I can't let that happen.

I glance over at Daniel driving, focused hard on the road ahead.

"You like the car? Just switched it with my old one. Can't get noticed." He glances over at me, his expression blank.

"Where are we going?"

"A safehouse I know, up in the mountains. It'll be a long drive. I hope you packed for cold, snowy weather, because that's what it'll be. Anymore questions?"

"Lots. First off, who are you? I know your name, but that's all. Who do you work for? What are you?" My mind is reeling from questions that need answers to.

"I'm from the Celtarri coven, or was, not necessarily by choice, it was all I had. Now they'll come after me too. I'm a vampire, and also hired to get jobs done when others don't wan't to get their hands dirty." He answers my question without any emossion on his face, or in his voice. I wonder if that's how he'll always be.

"Why couldn't you kill me?" That's my main question. No one has ever hesitated before.

"I just didn't, okay? Just leave it at that, and you can thank me later. Or now, now is fine too." At least he has some humor, I thought.

"Fine. Thank you."

"Anything else?" A 'your welcome' could have sufficed. He doesn't even glance in my direction, his eyes glued to the road.

"How old are you?" I look him over. He doesn't look old. But in our world, looks can be decieving.

"369 years old. Stopped aging when I was 24."

"Do you have a family?" I hope I didn't cross the line with that one.

His face hardens and his mouth sets into a hard, thin line. "That's personal." Shit, I did cross the line.

"Sorry," my voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. Its quiet for a few seconds till another thought crosses my mind and I glance up at him. "Can I trust you?"

"Can I trust you?" He looks over at me, his face serious.

I almost stutter a response but regain my composure before speaking. "Yes." His look is intense, and almost scary in a way, making me uncomfortable.

"I have some questions myself. For starters, why were they after you?"

"That's a long story," one that has gone on for thousands of years.

"We have time. Explain." Pushy, I thought.

"Fine. You know my last name, right?" I guess you could say we're famous in the vampire world.

His brows furrow in confusion. "Carlisle? So what?" I can see it in his eyes, the wheels turning in his head as realization dawns on him. "Shit. Your not ..are you?" He glances at me in shock.

"Family of one of the first vampires? An original? A pureblood? Yes, yes I am."

"And the war with the Celtarri's? That's why.. Shit." He pounds his fist on the wheel. "I should've known. Your one of them." His eyes narrow and his mouth twists in discuss. Celtarri's absolutely hate my family.