Immortals (ON HOLD)

Chapter 21

Dimitri

            I couldn’t believe she had actually punched me!! To where it hurt, and I couldn’t breath for a few minutes. Just when I thought I knew the girl, she pulled a stunt like that. I heard her say she wouldn’t be the first one to apologize, but if she thought I was, then she had another thing coming. Why should I be the one to say sorry when she went in there without her head??! We had tortured the living daylights out of Kellan, yet she thought cutting open her arm and holding blood by his face was a good idea. Granted, we did get way more information than we had all day, but that wasn’t the point. A good Immortal wouldn’t just throw everything on the table for a silly little whim. They planned things out, ran it by their teammates, and then followed through. They didn’t improvise unless it was absolutely crucial. Tasha was laying by my side, snoring away peacefully. I envied her, though I could do without the snoring. I wondered what Emrick would say when he found out, and I smirked to myself. He’d delay her training by a whole year, if he had to. And he should’ve. That was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen, even more so than some of the things Chris came up with, and they could be pretty stupid. Like throwing a blood bag on the floor in a room full of vampires, and hoping to sneak by, unnoticed. I blinked to clear my head. I definitely wasn’t apologizing first. I may not be as stubborn as her, but I think she needed a little sense yelled into her pretty little head. I sighed, rolling over on my side. Tasha stirred, grunted, and fell back to sleep in seconds, and I chuckled to myself. I stared out of my window as I fell asleep, trying my hardest to push the images of what could’ve happened to Ariel in that interrogation room out of my head with no avail.

Ariel

            I seemed to do everything with hyper speed this morning. I got dressed, ate, did my make-up, and brushed my teeth in record time. I was even early to school, and I longed to just crawl back into my bed. I was practically asleep when Emma and Dexter came in, and they sat beside me tentatively. “Hey…” Dexter started, looking me over. I ran a hand over my hair since it was in a ponytail, shaking my head. “I know, I know. I look like shit. There’s no need to point it out. God, I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.” “Jesus, Ari. What the hell?!” Emma asked, outstretching her arm toward me. I shrugged. “I dunno. I just…don’t have a lot of energy today. I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight,” I assured, though I didn’t know if I was trying to convince her, or myself. All the adrenaline, fear and meditation from yesterday had really taken its toll on me, and I hoped I could sleep today in chemistry or English. With Zane gone, I wouldn’t have to worry about my friends being safe, and a weight seemed to lift itself off of my shoulders. I vaguely wondered if Kellan was alive, but flashbacks from the track came back to me, and I physically shook them away. “Are you gonna’ be able to come over today? I totally understand if you can’t…” Emma murmured, sympathy clouding her usually bright facial expressions. I sat up straight, shaking my head with a smile.

“I’ll be there, Emma. Promise,” I muttered, nodding to her. She shrugged, telling me I didn’t have to. It would be nice to just hang out with her and the guys, and I actually looked forward to it. Remi poked in for a minute, said I looked like hell, and then conveniently left before I could hurt him. I didn’t really think I was going to hurt anyone today, but it was still nice to be able to invoke fear, despite my fatigue. When the two minute bell rang, Emma and Dexter were on their way, and Emma’s lingering gaze had me frowning until I got to first block. Art was a jumbled blur. Actually, the whole day was. I remembered drawing and painting, but I couldn’t recall for the life of me what I had really done. Gym class was just as forgetful. I think we played basketball, and I was certain we stayed inside today, but we could’ve chased chickens, for all I knew. I remember buying a salad for lunch, and lunch made me happy. I was talking with my friends like vampires and Immortals weren’t real, and my lack of adrenaline rushes added to that. There were no creepy feelings, no super strength, no heightened reflexes… just my normal human body. Granted, I felt like I hadn’t slept in weeks, but I guess being normal came at a price.