The Nerd that turned out to be Vampire-ish [Wattys2015]

CHAPTER 45: Zombie eavesdropper.

I actually didn't said a word the whole ride, and I know Tristan's getting worried about me. Especially on what I said before I've gotten into mental shutdown, which is probably my last words for the day or in a few weeks.

I sighed for the hundredth time. Thinking, that I turned out to be the person I dreaded to become.

A killer. A murderer. My mother.

My mind kept repeating to that specific moment. When the world suddenly paused and there's just me and the other car. I didn't mind the cold wind that was blasting on my face, like ice that's gradually slapping me, nor Kayla's deadly driving. Everything just stopped and it felt like I'm the only one who's moving. It was magical for quite some time, until reality hit me with a brick.

I closed my eyes and sighed, again.

I was too focused on the target, that I didn't realize I was on pursuit to kill him. The adrenaline I felt that time was wrong. My instincts especially, and that weird thirst to aim, shoot, and kill. It was all wrong!

I looked to my side and Tristan was fast asleep. Well it's a good thing, Kayla had shot Tristan with tranquilizer, to avoid him from going on shark mode on Keith. That way he wouldn't pry me on talking also. Kayla didn't bother to give me one, because I'm weirdly not affected with the smell of blood. Well, it is overwhelming but it's quite easy to ignore. Especially with what's going on my head right now.

We got back to the hotel and got rid of the car. I mean returned it to its owner. There were scratches here and there, but Kayla's friend was unusually fine with it. I think he has already expected this to happen. I mean, I would too, if I was in his shoes. Knowing Kayla would be the driver, it's bound to happen. It's a miracle that she gave it back in one piece, a scratch would have been just a minor thing.

The car's plate number was fake in the beginning, so I think our pursuers would have a hard time tracing us. We got rid of it, also Kayla told her friend to repaint the car. He just nodded anyway without question.

Kayla and I then took Keith to his and Don's room in the hotel. Don was left with Tristan in his own room, waiting for him to wake up. He also took care of Tristan's minor injuries, and so did Kayla on Keith's.

But I can't help to look at what Kayla's doing to Keith's arm, like an actual operation was going on. So I decided to go to our room and probably take a shower. Hoping the memory of killing someone would be wiped out from my head with a shampoo.

I still hadn't spoken a single word till now. And it wasn't just Tristan who's worried about me, all of them are. I can't help it though. I'm still shocked and probably traumatized by what I did.

A hunter's blood, huh? Or is it a killer's blood that's been running through my veins?

I was sitting on the cold floor on the shower room, while I let the water hit my head. I didn't even bother to take off my clothes, nor care that's it all drenched inside out. And I'm weirdly fine shivering like a kitten bathing in snow.

The cold was definitely a great distraction. For my mind still can't move on with what just happened. It kept repeating on that same memory of me pulling the trigger, over and over again like a broken recorder.

I killed someone! Someone with a family. How am I supposed to live with that? Knowing I took a person's life with my bare hands.

How?!

Then I started hitting the back of my head onto the tiled wall, while repeating the same question. How?

If I can't forgive my own mother for killing my father. How am I going to forgive myself by killing a person, who's probably also a father?