Haunted by the Immortals

Chapter 6

Cami

Five months. Five wonderful, dirty, dreamy, Malibu, months had just gone so fast. Nat especially was my asset. And gradually the first moment of seeing Stefan – what he'd told me – faded away and we became friends. And slowly and slowly we became like a tracking device for the local police and were running away from them at this moment.

Yes, it was clear as ice that the police was after us. To be fair, I didn't think we did anything wrong. Long story short, a group of teenage kids were playing in the street until Stefan, using his vampire senses, noticed something wrong with them. Apparently they were possessed by people in the Dark World – whatever that was, he didn't want to tell me or Nat about it, he said that knowing would cause you to become like this: possessed like these children. Anyway, since Stefan still had to drink blood (only once a week though, luckily) he thought, 'why not drink their blood to see if they were, really, possessed?' I didn't like the word 'possessed'; it made a shiver creep up my spine every time I heard it.

And so, he drank one kid's blood first. It was a boy, probably just a year younger than me, with the deepest natural color of brown hair I'd ever seen and scared, wide, faded grey eyes. He was quite sweet, actually and he kept eyeing on me as if he knew what I was up to and wanted help from me to get away from the monster who was Stefan. And I should also tell you that Stefan hadn't drank in a week and he was up to the point where his vampire instincts took over him and his eyes went ruby red and his skin went like he'd been staked and...oh, it was terrible.

Despite how much Nat and I begged him to stop drinking from the boy's neck, he just wouldn't stop and it wasn't long before I realized that this was it. The poor boy's life was finished. He was trying to reach out for my hands but I didn't give in. Instead I put a hand on Stefan's shoulder – it was kind of hard to since he was bending his head to reach and sit in a comfortable position to drink and he was moving A LOT.

"Stefan," I said. "Stefan, please. Please stop. It's me, Cami. I'm here, Nat's here, just please, don't kill this boy. You know he hasn't done anything wrong, and plus, we have blood at home. We can home and you can–" I was sincerely shocked about his reaction.

He turned around and gave me a look. One of those looks. It was scary, more than that: terrifying. I turned back to Nat and mutely told him, He's worse than we thought. It's too late to help him. Just distract him so we can take the kids and the boy.

He obviously understood because he nodded and then paused to give me an air kiss and even though we were in a major crisis here, I couldn't help but feel the heat rush to my cheeks. When couldn't that boy stop with the humor?

"Hey, man." Nat drew circles on Stefan's back which I thought was very, very gay looking. Man, was I going to have fun teasing him about it later... "Can we go home now? This, this kid is going to die otherwise. I know you, bro, you wouldn't go this far. I know you're hungry, but like Cami said, there's blood at home." He tugged on his arm very slightly and then all hell broke out.

He hissed, "Don't, you, touch, me. Can't you see? I'm hungry, let me feed. Don't care about the boy and can't wait for home. I want HIM." His words were cold, bitter and so much not Stefan.

Then, Nat had no choice but to do that. He lashed out his leg and sent Stefan hurdling to the ground. When he got up, he smiled cruelly and showed his bloody teeth. Before Stefan could act without his vamp senses, Nat punched him. Right on the cheekbone. It must have been one hell of a goddamn blow, because Stefan regained his normal self and blinked and the red tints were gone. He looked at the boy who had slithered down and lay there, letting out choked cries. His girlfriend – I assumed – was kneeling down next to him, also crying and covering up the wound which was still letting out blood.