Haunted by the Immortals

Chapter 30

Cami

I couldn't believe that we had done it. We had escaped the first security area. My head was dripping with sweat with the amount of weight I was carrying and with the nausea. One backpack, a silver blade and two guns – I didn't forget to wear my bulletproof jacket either. Nat was next to me, his neck-high black shirt already splattered with blood from shooting the only guard down at security number one.

He squeezed my hand, reassuring me to act calm. I gawped up to his face, sending him a worried expression of the three behind us. Stefan was the only one capable of keeping our two human friends serene. He slowly blinked down at me, wondering what he should do: letting go of me, joining his best friend, or staying with me. Before he could decide for himself, I did the honors.

I released my grip from his and broke out in a sprint.

I needed to do this for myself.

My tight pair of black pants got caught on a sharp edge and I felt a rip slice through material and skin, spurring blood out everywhere and making me lose my balance for second. But I managed to hold on, keeping my breathing constant. I swerved through the first exit I came to, appearing out into the second security zone. And damn, there were two guards this time. I couldn't hear Nat or the other three coming at me, so I guessed I was safe to do this on my own.

I knew what I was about to do to the men was more than wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. Throwing my arms around the first man's neck, I ferociously tugged downwards so that he lost his balance from shock and lack of strength. I was stronger than him, of course; he was weaker than his friend.

Surprised, my victim slammed on the floor, head first. I thought he died instantly as his skull smashed to the tiled floor. The plaster cracked under the blow sending up a miniature cloud of white dust shot through with streaks of crimson. His arms were still holding onto mine, frozen from trying to reach my own neck, but lost out of time. The blood from his mortal wounds soaked my clothes and was smeared along my hands. I grinned. But I wasn't done with him. He still seemed to be flinching very slightly, meaning he had some witch blood in his immune system.

So lifting up my arms above my head one final time, I embedded a knife straight through his heart.

The room was still and I sat there next to him, contemplating whether his friend was going to barge through the glass doors or not. But he was oblivious to it all. I was breathing heavily, slowly composing myself as a pool of dark blood swam around me like an estuary finding its ocean. I scrambled up to leave until I heard the sound.

It was more of a gasp in horror rather than a put-your-hands-in-the-air-for-me-now thing. I turned to look at the man's face. No, he wasn't a man. In fact, the second guard was a boy – my age. Suddenly I felt a stab of guilt for him. I didn't want to kill him, but I had to. These people were dangerous to the human society and they actually had the great nerve to go out and pretend to be one of them.

Victim Number One must have been the to-be Victim Number Two's father, because as soon the boy was close enough to see what had happened his eyes welled up and his emotions were all over the place. Reaching out a hand for me, his gaze dropped down to his father.

"What happened here?" he blurted. "Why is my dad lying on the floor with his..." he slapped a palm over his mouth to muffle his cry, realizing what all the mess was. The mess he hadn't seen before now.

"With your dad's brains scattered everywhere," I completed. I licked my dry lips, faintly tasting my victim's blood. That meant there was blood on my face. "Look, I just need to get back to my life. I want to go back to school. I can't cope here. I don't belong here, in this society, in this supernatural world."