finding your LIGHT

Chapter 5

  Just like that freak had been afraid of seconds ago, I got my second wind. I pushed myself up and started sprinting.

                                       Amy screamed again.

  I ran faster, wishing like hell there weren't so many trees around so I could fly there. Although, even after all THAT, I felt lighter on my feet than I had in a long time.  I smashed through the trees and underbrush, trying to follow Amy's shrill screams and find a shortcut. I had to find her in time. I just had to. I turned countless corners, got countless cuts, and heard countless screams. Screams that were fading off.

  I turned one last corner and found Amy smashed up against a tree, the vampire still biting into her neck. I didn't bother to force my wings into my back before I ran over to them and shoved the vampire off Amy. Blood splattered from his mouth onto my chest as he made an "oof" sound, but my shirt was already so soaked with blood it couldn't have made a big difference.

  At first the vampire didn't fight back out of pure shock; I bet ME jumping on top of HIM was something he hadn't expected. But his surprise didn't last more than a second. Just about as soon as he was down, he was back up, the front of my shirt held tight in his hand. "Give up yet?" He asked.

  "Never." I replied breathily, pushing my knees into my stomach, and then pushing my feet forward, landing with him on the ground and my feet on top of him. He was so lucky he didn't need to breath, because I knew he would have had the wind knocked out of him. That and I could feel his ribs breaking beneath my feet. He was also lucky vampires could heal, too. One up for me though, was that  although he was still covered, we were in the sun.

  I leaned down towards him, ready to rip off his fedora. But then he did something that stopped me in me tracks. He grinned. "Are you really going to kill your creator?"

  I leaned down and hissed into his ear, "I am an ANGEL. Not one of you filthy bloodsucking creatures, or your disGUSTing half-bloods." I practically spat the last part.

  His grin widened into a smile. "Check your wings and your gums in a few hours."

  I had just cocked my head in question when he disappeared from under my feet. I was barley falling by the time my wings caught me, keeping me up in the air for seconds longer before I set myself down. As soon as I was down I rushed over to Amy.

                                     Her chest wasn't moving.

  "Nononono..." I muttered, pressing my hand to he neck. No pulse. And my hand came back soaked with her blood. I pressed all of the healing power I could possibly manage and more into her jugular, but it wasn't working. I took my hand off her neck and both onto her chest and tried CPR. Hell, I tried everything. But If I had even had a chance to save her, it wasn't now. I was weak from the power I had put into Amy and the loss of blood. It had been minutes and she still wasn't breathing. I couldn't believe this. No. She wasn't gone. It was all a nightmare. A really, really horrible nightmare that felt seriously real.

  I looked at Amy's small delicate figure and caressed her tiny cheek, still soaked with confused tears, and knew it was real. That's it. I have nothing left to live for. No, it didn't matter that when I found Jack-IF I found Jack- he would comfort me through everything, and we would watch old Dracula movies in his basement. It didn't matter that in a few short years we would go to collage together and maybe even meet other people like us. None of it mattered. Amy was the only thing that really kept me going. With no strength left, I gave in, and let darkness take over all my senses.

  I woke up. I hadn't expected to, but I was awake. At least, half awake. I could feel, but I couldn't move or even force my heavy eyelids to open. All of a sudden, I could hear muffled voices around me. Only two, though.

  "...But dad, how is she alive? How are we even sure she IS alive?" A confused teen's voice asked. Boy's, obviously. His voice was cracking very slightly.

  "I don't know, Cy. About how she is alive, that is. I do know she is, though. I can feel it." Replied a man's voice. It was slick like ice with a thick Russian accent. One, I had noticed, the son hadn't inherited.

  "But, what is she? She isn't human, even I can tell that, but I just can't figure out what."

  'I'm an Angel, you idioti!' I thought mentally. Of course, no one heard me.

  "I can't figure it out either," The father replied, "But I can sense her aura. If it's even possible, she's both light and dark. Judging by her make-up and cloths, she's obviously gothic. But there's also something else, bright and pure, that shines out in her."

  O.K, shoot me now.

  I could feel the sheets under me, and my still blood soaked shirt stuck to me. I thanked God they had the common sense to know that in no matter what position, men should never remove a woman's cloths without permission, especially cloths on a girl one or both of them found stranded in the woods probably with Amy's body. My heart lurched.

  "Well, whatever she is, she'll have to eat and drink soon or she'll die." The son's worry was what shone through more then my so-called 'light.'

  "You're right, of course, but we've tried everything. It is possible she's in a coma. And if that's the case, there's nothing we can do. We can't risk bringing her to the hospital and having her fangs or wings come out, or having her transform into a devil or werewolf."

  "We could always take her to a hospital in the training center."

  "How could we get her all across town with her being unconscious?"

  O.K, they were talking about moving me somewhere I didn't even know existed. Time to get up. I put all my strength and force into opening my eyes and sitting up, but all I got was a raised finger that fell back down again. They were right: I was hungry. Hungry and dehydrated and so tired I felt like I would pass out again. From some reason I did not know, I forced myself to stay awake. And I had just noticed they had fallen silent.

  "Did you see that?" Asked the dad.

  "Yup." Replied the son, Cy. Probably short for Cyrus. They stayed silent for a little while longer, obviously watching me. I tried to move again, but every cell in my body felt ill. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't move. "Wait, I have an idea." I heard the boy move around the room and then come over to sit on the corner of-apparently-my bed. I felt him open my mouth, and just before the liquid hit my tong, I smelt it. 

  It was immediately like I needed whatever he was holding. It made my mouth water, and I felt something slide down from two certain parts of my gums. Impossible. I was delirious, after all. I had probably just imagined it. Yup. That's what it was. When the liquid hit my tong and slid down my throat, every part of me tingled and the hunger I was experiencing just seconds ago was gone. And so was my weakness. But I didn't move just yet. For a moment, it stopped before I was completely full, but then someone brought a plastic bag into my mouth. I smelt the liquid inside of the bag, so I bit into it, my pleasure returning. One I had 'drained' the bag, and after a few more seconds of deciding, I opened my eyes,

  Oh my God, I was sitting in the presence of a vampire and a half-blood.

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