Chosen

Chapter 25- It Makes Me Feel Like The Female Version of Jackie Chan

A/N: WE HIT 100K!!!

I wake up with a start. The van apruptly stops, and everyone piles out. Well, with the exception of the girls, of course.

The backdoors open forcefully, yet none of the girls awaken; the drugs in their blood have knocked them all out cold. One of the men prepares to throw someone on the ground, and my senses immediately sharpen. I yank the chains off of my hand and tackle him in human speed, causing us to fall on the cracked driveway. His eyes widen in surprise, but I don't give him enough time to act shocked. I grab a rock nearby and hit his head with it, persisting until his heartbeat stops and the fragments of his skull can be seen.

"Shit man, one of the girls are going fucking crazy!" One guy swore. I turn around and roll my eyes at him, before noticing where I'm at.

A fucking mansion. We're at a fucking mansion. Which I'm guessing belongs to one of the sellers.

That means I'll have to move quicker.

I roll out of the van, all badass like I must say, and kick a nearby guy in the balls. He groans and doubles over, his face contorted in pain. I take that opportunity to punch him in the face, causing him to fall back. I pat his waistband in order to find a gun, and smile evilly when I achieve. I quickly take off the safety and shoot the first person I see in the leg. I hear a bullet click in place behind me, and immediately turn to shoot him in the shoulder. The gun in his hand falls as his heartbeat speeds up. I ignore the screams of pain and continue.

It's a bit complicated, to be honest. I have to act human, yet run with my vampire speed when a bullet is shot at me. It makes me feel like the female version of Jackie Chan.

"She's a god damn vampire!" Someone reveals as I drink the blood of a human. I curse silently, now I have to kill everyone.

I look around at the humans surrounding me, forming a circle to trap me. Some stare at the man laying at my feet, who happens to be bleeding to death from a neck wound, if not already dead.

I slip my hand under his jacket, grabbing the gun from his waistband. They all tense at the action, prepared to shoot at any moment. I click the safety off as I turn back towards them.

"You really shouldn't have said that."

I fire first, surprisingly enough.

It sinks into a man's skull, killing him instantly. He drops to the ground in a second.

I crouch face-down on the floor, sensing all of the bullets zooming through the air. They tear through my robe, landing in a few humans' legs. I roll over and shoot at the two who were preparing to fire. Their hearts stop beating only moments after.

Footsteps sound noisily from behind me, getting very close to my head. The silhouette of a man's leg comes in view. I grab it and twist myself from under him, throwing his head to the place my leg once laid. He screams in pain, only to end it once I rip out his throat.

The battle rages on for a few more minutes. Cries of pain are heard, hearts are torn out, blood is drained. The scent of aggravation rolls off of all of them in waves. They know they can't win.

I sneak up behind one guy, looking around to find where I am. I wrap my arm around his stomach and add an immense amount of pressure, effectively breaking his back. He grunts in pain, then falls.

I sniff the air, searching for the scent of humans. I only find odd ones, which I assume come from the dead people.

"Well hello there." I hear behind me, immediately turning around. Before I can utter a word out, a syringe is shoved into my neck. Icy blue liquid flows into my veins before I fall down. My knee wobbles, causing me to bang my head against the rocky road. I groan, holding my head in pain.

The man pouts childishly.

"You didn't think you'd be the only vampire here, did you?"

I use my remaining strength to flip the person off, yet he only laughs.

"It's okay, darling, I made that mistake too. By the way, you look beautiful as Angelina Jolie."

"Your mum told me the same thing last night." I retort, before passing out.

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Someone slaps my face.

My fangs automatically elongate, threatening to bite the person who laid hands on me.

"Don't get all sassy on me. Remember, I have fangs too." I groan inwardly; of course something has to come and ruin my plan. It was almost all over, too. But then this fucker had to come. Maybe I should've done research beforehand.

I try to move my hands, only to find that they're constrained. My guess is that it's made for even vampires to struggle against. It's too bad I'm not a normal vampire.

I try to rip out the shackles on my wrist deliberately using a small amount of strength, but they won't budge.

Good.

"They're supernatural-proof, there's no point in resisting."

"You bastard." I spit out. "Why would you sell innocent girls?"

"Don't act innocent, you know you've done worse." He muses.

"I can see it in your eyes, you're tortured by how many deaths are on your hand. Most of them I'm betting are human, which leads me to my first question: if you've killed so many, why are you trying to save them?"

He's catching on to something he shouldn't be.

"You must've been forced, is that it?" He takes a look at my face, and laughs.

"Bingo!"

"You're wrong, I simply learned the error of my ways."

He rolls his eyes. He thinks I'm lying.

"Tell me," he begins, moving on to his next question, "how do you have the ability to transform yourself into another person? Unless, somehow, Angelina Jolie became a vampire and lost a few decades in the process."

"Well first, I say hocus pocus shut-the-fuck-up-ocus and I then look like whoever I want. Satisfied?"

His forehead creases in anger, causing me to smirk a bit.

He grips onto the edge of the chair, leaning closer until our noses nearly touch. He lets out a roar, his hot breath entangled with the smell of cigars vibrating against my face. I grimace in disgust.

"You've killed everyone! Every one of my friends, my family! This was our business that you destroyed! So you damn well open up and give me some answers, or I'll make you."

This time, I sensed when he was about to hit me.

I scrape my fangs against his hand, effectively avoiding another smack. He hisses under his breath, and I take the opportunity to rip the shackles out of the ground. The rocks they were attached to come off with them, and I quickly swing them at the man. He's hit and flies to the other side of the room, giving me some time to escape. I put my hands on the floor, dragging my legs under me, and as a result, yank my feet out of the handcuffs.

Before he can get up, I grab his neck and rip it off, decapitating him with my bare hands. Now, I believe that everyone involved is dead.

I sprint to the van, silently hoping that it's still there. The gentle beat of their hearts tell me that the girls are still passed out, but I'm sure they'll wake up soon enough.

Smiling victoriously, I hop into the driver's seat and aim for a nearby McDonalds, these girls must be hungry.