The Weight Of Us → Liam Dunbar

The Benefactor

|◆| The Benefactor |◆|

"I have to turn the music off. Don't let them out of your sight." Scott said, making his way to the speakers but almost fell many times.

Then two shady police officers came up and began to grab Malia and Liam.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mason said. "Those are my friends."

"Youre friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out."

"Well, we'll go with them." I said. I grabbed onto Liam's arm, reaching for Malia too, but the officer pulled her farther away.

"That won't be necessary."

"Hey, I said they're my friends!" 

The officer pushed Mason back, and I quickly let go of Liam, helping him up.

Assholes.

When I helped Mason up, I realized the police officers were gone, along with Malia and Liam.

Shit.

"I'll be back." I told Mason, and ducking beneath all the wasted teenagers.

"Where are you go-" I hear him, but I ignore him, running and looking for my friends.

Stuff like this always happens, its gonna be okay.

Stop lying. Someone's gonna die. You don't need to be a banshee to figure that out.

I shook my head, and kept running. I have my dagger, but will that be enough to hold off police officers?

Unless, they're not police officers...

I gulped as I realize what's going on.

This is an assanation attempt.

I literally have to force myself to keep going. But couldn't ignore the feeling in my stomach.

Stop it! Why are you acting like this? You're an Argent. Be stronger than this.

I nod and begin to search for my friends, adrenaline running through my veins.

. . .

"Haigh says we gotta burn you." I hear as I walk into the school.

Which is the most obvious place they would take them but was the last place I looked. I swear sometimes I can be so stupid. 

The officer had finished pouring what looked like gasoline on who I guess Scott and Liam and Malia. Great. I'm gonna watch my friends burn in front of me.

Wait...

I mentally slapped myself.

I'm not some damsel in distress. I'm not just gonna watch helplessly as they burn to ashes. I'm not helpless. I'm not weak. I'm a warrior.

I'm an Argent.

Quickly, I grab the dagger from my boot (anyone else realize that's where its always is? No? Just me? Okay..) and hold it correctly, before charging at the assassin and swinging at him.

He ducks but almost gets cut. The 'officer' looks up at me shocked. I won't blame him. Who would think a fifteen year old girl would willingly charge at an assassin?