Blood Is Thicker (Minewet Vampire/Bloodslave AU)

Chapter 13|Part 2

Newt could conclude that it almost felt like the mountains were getting further away the more they walked. While they were closer to the woods, it was already starting to feel like they would never make it to their destination. But every time Newt's leg began to hurt nearly to the point of unbearableness, or his strength felt completely gone, he would think about Eve. He would think about her beautiful hair framing her smiling face when she saw him again. He would think of her little arms wrapped around him tightly in a hug...he had forgotten how that felt somehow. Sometimes just pulling out the picture he had of her to glance at for a moment was enough. As though that girl could give him an extra pack of energy.

The third day they had finally made it to the woods, but only stayed at the outskirts since night fell and they were both exhausted as usual.

They actually made a small fire that night and cooked a rabbit Newt managed to shoot. After, they stomped out the fire, both males rested their heads on their packs and drifted off to sleep. And all of it was done with hardly any words exchanged.

A sound stirred Newt from his slumber. At first he brushed it off and tried to stay asleep but when he heard it again he came to the realization it could be danger. He blearily opened his eyes a little and sat up, listening for whatever it was he had heard...There was silence for a bit...but then...he heard it. Barking. Howling. Dogs. Big ones at that.

The blond confusedly looked around at the woods, but realized it was coming from the fields that they had just left behind less than a mile out.

He reached over to Minho and began shaking his shoulder, saying his name at just enough volume to wake the vampire up. In which Minho stirred awake and looked at Newt with perturbed wonder, "What..? What is it?"

"Listen." Newt said and held a finger up, and both of them were silent as all that could be heard for a moment was the whispering trees.

But, another chorus of howls, and the barking was very faint but there, nearly constant.

Something struck fear into Minho's heart. His eyes widened and he leapt into action, snatching up his bag and motioned to Newt to do the same, "Get up. Get up! We gotta go. Now!" He said as he began going into a run.

Newt was shocked but did as Minho said, quickly picking up his pack and slinging it on his shoulders. The blond met the larger male's pace the best he could, then called after him, "What is it?"

"It's Wicked..! They have dogs to smell out humans we have to keep moving or they'll catch up!" Minho called back.

Newt's heart was pumping with slight fear and the abruptness of resting to running. He had a bit of a hard time keeping up with Minho, being as his strength was not all there, and they hadn't slept but for a few hours at most. It was dark, dips in the ground below them making him stumble every so often and branches constantly getting in his way as they delved deeper and deeper into the woods.

After what felt like forever of running, Newt and Minho both could hear the barking getting dangerously close. Even despite their efforts, the dogs were gaining on them, clearly determined to get their prey.

Both boys were out of breath.
Poor Newt was ready to collapse in pain and exhaustion. Minho had no idea where he was going, but he knew his dad must be using his ties with Wicked, sending human hunters after them. They would be done for if they got caught. This was war. They would be killed if caught, there was not a doubt in his mind. He couldn't let that happen. Not when Newt was so close to being where he belonged again.

"Come on..!" The raven-haired male encouraged as he looked back at Newt for the hundredth time.

But the human was slowing down if anything. He didn't think he could keep running. What did Minho expect for them to just run day and night? He couldn't do it, he started to slow, his lungs absolutely starving for air and aching horribly in his chest. His throat felt like someone had set it alight, and his body was just flat out ready to give.
"I can't..." He managed to call out to Minho weakly.