They Rise at Dusk (Book #1) ✔️

Chapter 40: Improvisation

Thanks to Jax's insane driving, we arrived to Greenwich, Connecticut exactly forty five minutes later. Sun has been gradually rising, and its rays were now high enough to break through trees. One tiny gun ended up in the back of my pants, and I begged Dorian to give me a knife. At least I knew how to use those. Jax kept fixing his bulletproof vest like he could find the precise angle in which no bullet could touch him. Dorian chugged three blood bottles and wasn't particularly worried about weapons, except for the silver gun he kept waving with.

We parked the car on the street, amongst other cars, at least two hundred yards from the estate. Dorian opened the trunk and much to Jax's dismay, went through the leather weapon bags. I kept fixing the gun in the back of my pants, terrified it might shoot against my will. The morning sun stung my eyes, and I kept blinking since we arrived. Jax sat in the car, retying his sneakers.

"You have a whole bunch of stakes." Dorian commented. "But do you have a bat?"

"A bat?" Jax raised his eyebrow.

"For hitting. Not an animal." Dorian mocked.

Jax met my gaze, annoyed, "No, I don't have a bat."

"That's too bad." Dorian sighed. "Oh, cigarettes."

"Darascu." Jax stood up.

Dorian put a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, "What? I'm under a lot of stress. Oh, and I'm gonna need your sunglasses."

"Darascu." Jax grunted, his hand flying to the black sunglasses tucked to the collar of his black shirt.

"Seriously." Dorian inhaled the smoke. "The sun is messing up my eyes."

Jax handed him the sunglasses, "Good to know. How messed up are they exactly?"

"Plenty." Dorian exhaled, then put the sunglasses on his nose. "We don't burst into flames upon contact with sunlight, but we're still nocturnal animals. Our eyes are adapted to darkness."

"So, that's my getaway plan?" Jax concluded. "I get Mikey out and we run for our lives?"

"Yes." Dorian's cigarette bobbed up and down in his mouth as he spoke, using his hands to go through the bag one more time. "Oh, and try not to wake up Anton."

Alarms went off in my head at the realisation that Anton would be inside. It was the fucking Molly messing with my wits.

"Dorian, if Anton-"

"Isn't Anton thirteen?" Jax interrupted.

"Anton is sleeping three stories down in a damn coffin, he's not-"

"Wait, a coffin?" Jax raised his voice.

"Fucking bloodshed, Dorian, it's going to be-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jax shouted, to which Dorian's hands immediately flew to his ears and he almost burned his hair with the cigarette.

"Jesus!" Dorian yelled. "Some of us have sensitive hearing and have been doing Molly and cocaine all night."

My head snapped to him, "You're on cocaine?!"

"Just a little."

Jax cocked a gun and pointed it at Dorian. In a nanosecond, Dorian was in front of him, smacking the gun out of his hand, a cigarette between his teeth. The gun clanked to the ground, and I winced, thinking it might go off. Jax stared at Dorian in obvious surprise, which made me realise something I haven't even thought about.

Jax never actually fought a vampire. Oh, fucking hell.

"You don't point a gun at a vampire," Dorian kept his eye contact, "You shoot him."