Ecstasy

Chapter 13

A/N: I will name all chapters later, so it'll be easier for you guys to find your favorite part.

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"Shit." Daniel mumbles next to me. I feel the time slow down, as I can distinguish a black car behind the row of police vehicles. Falling in trance my mind works, you know, like in spy movies where they show a blue print of the building they need to enter. Or, in this case, exit. 

"Come on." I grab Daniel's hand, readjusting the strap on my shoulder with my other, and pull him with me. 

"Wait." He pulls his hand from mine, stopping me from getting him any close to the doors. "Are you crazy?" He whispers, even though the receptionist  probably has caught on by now. A quick glance behind him shows that she has left. I didn't hear the door, so she must have left earlier.

"I'm the victim here, and Eric will want me alive." I explain, shaking my head. "He wouldn't give the pleasure of killing me to someone else, not now, not when I've caused him so much trouble. He will want to do it himself." Daniel looks past me, outside, where the police is probably loading their guns to go in. How'd they find us again? 

"And what if he doesn't?" He looks back at me again, fear filling his eyes. Fear of dying I suppose. "What if he just wants you dead, and doesn't care as long as it's done?" I shake my head again.

"If I were shot he'd still send forward men to put extra bullets through my skull." He makes a face at my words, but I continue. "Plus, after the troubles of involving the police, which was a very dangerous thing for someone from our world, he has to act devastated after my death. A boyfriend would yell 'don't fire' when his supposed girlfriend is being used as a shield, not let her get shot." I take a breath after that long explanation, looking at Daniel, hoping he will go along with it. 

He looks at the police outside, back at me, then outside again. Then he nods, removing his hands from my shoulders.

"Okey." I don't let him to change his mind. Pulling his arms to wrap around my waist I walk outside, covering him as well as possible. Bullets fly around us when we come out, whistling so close I swear they cut off my hair.

"Hold fire! Hold fire dammit!" A dark voice goes over the shooting and behind the blinding lights of the cars I see the shadows of maybe twenty policemen, arms aiming at me, but no longer shooting. 

Daniel's hands tug me to move left, and I walk along the row of silent people, cars and nightlife nuzzling behind them. None of them moves, I only hear the sounds of walking talkies buzzing and a 'poor girl'. At the end of the row there's a black car without lights on. Looking up I meet Eric's gaze. Fire is raging behind those dark eyes, but he doesn't make a move or say a word. When we've reached the parking lot right by the pressure of Daniel's hands disappear.

"Run!" Our shoes hit the ground hard as we run, bullets hitting the ground behind us. 

"Don't shoot the girl, you idiots!" The voice shouts as Daniel digs up the car key from his jeans. He unlocks the car and we both get in. Don't let them shoot the tires, don't let them shoot the tires. 

As bullets run up along my side Daniel fires up the engine, before backing out. I keep down in my seat, not that the police is supposed to shoot me, but you never know with their aim. Daniel slams down the gas pedal and I see the police run to their cars.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he switches lane, cruising between cars in a hellish speed.

"Off the boulevard. Then I don't know." He shouts back. A car slams it's breaks and the driver lays down on the horn as Daniel cuts him off. He swerve the wheel and we drive off to a smaller street. The car bounces and sway from side to side. My body trash to the side and I hit my head against the window.