Chapter Seventeen
Pushing Jensen off of me I stood and helped Grace up. 'Where're we going?' I hissed.
She dusted herself off and continued walking. We were in a long, dank tunnel that stunk, REALLY bad, and as we got deeper it got considerably darker.
Thankfully, I'm not afraid of the dark- I'm afraid of what's IN it.
'I don't mean to alarm you.' I whispered to Grace, 'But there's cops right on our ass, so if you don't mind GOING FASTER?!'
'We're here.' She crouched down and lifted up a lid- that held the sewers.
'I won't begin to point out how creepy it is that you knew that was there.' I said, pointing down with disgust.
She looked up at me. 'The Shifter had to get in and out of here somehow, right?'
Oh.
'I'm not going back in the sewer. Not after last time. I barely got the stink out of my clothes this time.'
Twin lights shone down the tunnel, and Grace jumped in, causing barely a splash.
'It's this, or them.'
Jensen jumped in after her, and after a second debating my options and hating both, I followed, pulling the cover down with me.
The stank water only came up to my ankles, and I wished I hadn't worn my good shoes.
'Since when is going through the sewer part of my job description?' I almost sobbed, following Grace along in the dark.
She didn't answer, instead turned to me and said, 'Give me a boost.'
'What?' I looked up at the top of the sewer tunnel, almost three metres high. 'No way! I'm not touching your filthy shoes!'
'If we keep going the tunnel gets smaller, and eventually the police will come down here.' She said, pointing out the obvious.
'Can't Jensen do it?' I whined, jerking a thumb back at him.
They stared each other down evilly, and I knew that if they kept doing it for another couple seconds it'd break out into a massive fight.
'OK, OK fine.' I said, putting my hand together like a step. She jumped up and I pushed her up, holding her up by one foot as she opened the top.
'Here we go.' She muttered, and I helped to push her through.
'Need any help?' Jensen asked, smirking in the darkness.
'You touch me, you die.' I growled, jumping up and catching hold of the edge.
Yes. Almost three metres up.
Pulling myself up, I looked around to see that we had come up in an almost empty alley.
I was about to put the cover back over when Jensen crawled out.
'Were you gonna try and trap me down there?' He growled, standing taller then me and dusting himself off.
'Noo.' I said slowly. 'I was...making sure you were coming.'
'With the cover in your hands.' He said skeptically.
'Yes.'
'Come on!' Grace cried, and we followed her. We weren't even a block away from the bank, so we immediately bolted in the opposite direction.
Four blocks away I stopped in front of a TV store with eight TVs playing the same news report- all on the bank heist.
'Oh no.' Grace muttered beside me.
'The suspect is considered to be between fifteen to seventeen years old, five foot eight and is considered hostile.' The woman said, and a drawing of me appeared beside her.
'Come on!' I cried. 'That's not even a good picture!'
'It's enough.' Grace said, dragging me over. We kept walking down the block, and we were indeed officially screwed.
Or I was, anyway.
***
One Month Later- August
I sat curled up in the front seat of the car while Jensen drove me and Grace to...where ever it is we were headed off to now.
The sun was giving its last throes of life over the grassy hills, the dirt road we were driving on making the whole trip bumpy and nauseating.
Grace snored quietly in the back seat of the Mazda 6 Jensen had more or less borrowed, and had assured me my motorbike would be at the place we were going to before we got there.
I guess, for a vampire, he was kinda nice...shame I had to kill him.
