The Impression That I Get

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

I could feel my body being moved. Whatever was touching me was ice cold, that's when my mind put two and two together and my eyes shot open.  I saw the last person I ever wanted to see, but never as I had seen him before. 

It was Vincent, his face held such emotion, but not the emotion I was expecting, no anger, rage or even hatred, no what I saw in his eyes was worry, concern, pain and even fear, but I didn't understand why he was feeling like that.  I was laid down next to the car carefully but I couldn't prevent a painful moan from escaping my mouth. 

Vincent started to stroke my cheek in a caring way, as if to try and take away the pain. He quickly turned his head to the group of vampires that were watching us. "Okay, you three I smelled a wolf out there. Make sure it's the only one and that it doesn't get back to its pack. We don't want our cover blown," he yelled directions into the group of vampires and they went off on their blurry ways.  "Now you two--" before Vincent could finish his commands he was knocked down by a large furry figure and the other two were struggling with the own mysterious intruders. I squinted over to make sense of the figures and instantly realised they were Werewolves.  All of a sudden a wash of serenity came over my body. I had never felt more safe than I do now. I felt a warm hand push bloody hair away from my face and just at that touch I could already feel my body relax more.

"I found you. I can't believe I actually have you back. I'm never letting you out of my sight again," said a deep voice that I have come know. "Jason? Is that really you?" I croaked out. All of sudden I saw what looked to be fireballs being thrown about around us. "Yes sweetie, it's me. Now I've gotta get you outta here it's not safe, this may hurt a little." he slowly picked me up off the ground and held my body to his chest. One of the wolves that were taking on one of the vampires before came over to us; he inspected me first and started to whimper. "She'll be fine, Lucas but we need to get her out of here" Jason said to the concerned Werewolf. Did he just call this wolf Lucas? That's gotta be some coincidence right? That can't be my brother, Lucas? The wolf laid itself down and Jason climbed onto his back, with me still tightly held to his chest. He sat me down in front of him, one arm around my body and the other gripping onto the wolf. 

"Go!" Jason yelled. And we took off, I'm not sure how long into the ride it was but I dozed off somewhere in between. It could be because I was exhausted and weak but more to the fact I think it's because it was the safest I have felt in a long time.

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2 days later. I woke to a bright white light. Oh god! I didn't make it! I'm dead....I didn't think I would end up here but I'm not complaining, I thought to myself.  My vision started to become clearer and I could start to make out a tiled ceiling, four walls and Jason holding onto my hand sleeping against the rail of my bed.  Honestly I didn't want to wake him, but I couldn't stop coughing my mouth was so dry. "Sarah?" Jason said lazily, although when he started to realize what was going on he became more alert and decided to give me a bone crushing hug.

"Sarah! You’re awake! Oh, I can't believe you’re awake and you’re here! With me! You have no idea how crazy I went after I found out you were taken…" as he was saying this I was starting to think I was meant to die this week because air was not physically possible in this hug. "Jason, Jason, too tight, too tight" I whispered. Automatically he released me and quickly got me a glass of water. He went back to his chair and started to stroke my hand. "I'm sorry, it's just I've missed you so much, I can't even begin to explain what I went through...what am I saying?! You went through worse, I could feel your fear and pain. Those times were the worst, I couldn't do anything for you, I'm so sorry…" he held his head in shame. 

"Jason, please stop saying sorry, there's nothing to forgive you for, I don't blame you for anything I'm just happy to be back" I said with a smile, searching for his warm eyes beneath his locks. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be in this mess...it's all my fault" He said, devastated.  I lifted my hand and placed it on his cheek, he leaned into it. He placed his hand over mine and looked deep into my eyes. He tried to start apologizing again but I cut him off.

"None of this is your fault," I said slowly to him so it really sunk in. He closed his eyes and relaxed into our entwined hands.