Tainted Soul {Formerly Fallen} (Book 3) (Completed)

Chapter 2

Cory POV

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"Cory! Don't give up, don't go to sleep! I'll get you help." I heard Melanie shout.

"She's gone, she thinks I'm dead. She's not coming back." I mumbled.

"Oh god. Your wounds are too bad for me to heal." She said, walking over to me.

"Do it. Do it now, change me. I can't die, not now." I said.

"I've never done this before." She said, nervously.

"Just bite down on me, anywhere." I said, tilting my head to give her access to me neck.

"Uh, okay. Are you sure about this?"

"Definitely. I can't die. She'll go nuts. She probably already has."

"Fine. I'll do it." She said, biting down into my neck and injecting her venom, right before I passed out again.

I woke up in the back seat of a car on a crib mattress.

"What happened? Why does my throat burn?" I said.

"Drink this, then we'll talk." Melanie said, handing me a water bottle filled with a dark red liquid.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Just drink it. It'll make your throat feel better. It won't take the burn completely away, but it'll numb it for roughly a day or so." She said.

I opened the cap and took a small whiff of this substance in the bottle. It had a metallic-y, yet sweet smell. I took a sip and almost choked.

"Is this blood?!" I yelled.

"Yes it is. I had the same reaction. Just drink it." She said.

I quickly chugged the bottle, unaware of how quickly I was drinking it, and actually enjoyed it more than I thought it would. Melanie was right, though. It did make my throat feel a little better.

"Now pull over and let me get in front." I said, wiping my lips off.

"No can do. Climb, you're small enough. I've seen Rosa climb over the seats into the front as she's bigger than you are. We don't have time to pull over." She said, unfortunately I listened to her.

"Now that I've drank this stupid blood, you have to answer my questions." I said.

"You're right, it's only fair. Ask away."

"First off, why are you driving Kait's truck?"

"It looks tougher than my van and it was the only vehicle available when we left." She said.

"Next, where are we going?" I asked.

"Mount Elbert in Colorado."

"Why are we going to Mount El-whatever?"

"Rosa thinks you're dead and now she wants to die, too." Melanie said, almost crying.

"How long do we have?"

"Not much. Twelve hours at most. We still have roughly ten hours until we get there, to answer your next question." She said.

"How fast are we going?" I asked, a little scared to know.

"150 miles per hour." She said with a small grin.

"150! What about if the cops catch us?!" I yelled.

"They won't."

"How do you know?" I said, just as loudly.

"Internal radar." She said, pointing to her head, I just sighed.

"Now I know why you're her best friend." I said, shaking my head.

"If we don't hurry, I'll be her former best friend." She said, kicking the truck up to 165.

"You're very lucky she drives a diesel." I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"No gas truck would get up to 165. She likes all of her vehicles equipped with the best money can buy. That's why she bought this custom truck and made it so it would get up to these speeds."

"I think she knew she'd need this kind of power someday when she ordered this truck. I just don't think she knew this would be the reason why." She said.

"I think I have to agree." I said.

Melanie managed to get us to where Kait was in an amazingly small amount of time. She did it in half the time she estimated. When we got there, we found a hotel to stay in and wait for Kait to carry out her plan. Unfortunately, by the time Melanie figured it out from Kait's mind, it was already too late.

She entered Kait's mind and saw her running up the mountain. We checked out of the hotel and ran over as fast as we could, but we were too late. We were half way up the mountain when Melanie got signal of Kait's jumping.

She stopped running all of the sudden.

"Oh shit. We're too late. She just jumped." She said, beginning to cry.

"Well don't stop! We still might have a chance to save her!" I yelled, pushing her up and making her run.

She crashed into the side of a cliff and fell again when we got the point where she jumped.

"We still might have a chance to save her? You wanna rephrase that statement?" Melanie said, looking over the side of the mountain as Kait landed into a rocky bed.

"Come on, Melanie." I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her down to where Kait landed.

"I wonder what it was like, free falling, not knowing if you'd make it out alive." She said.

At the bottom of the mountain, in the rockiest part we saw, there lie the battered, bloody, half-dead body of the love of my life. When I got down her body and grabbed her hand, expecting her to squeeze it like she always did, and getting no response to my hand in hers, for the first time since my grandmother passed away five years ago, I cried.

"Cory? Cory are you okay?" Melanie asked, crying.

"I.. I'm... I don't know." I said, sobbing.

"Is... is she?"

"I don't know. She's still slightly warm, but she's still very cold."

"Let me try something." Melanie said.

She put a hand up and gently touched Kait's body. Slowly, the color returned to her and her wounds healed, but she still wasn't responding to our touch. We sat there next to her waiting for any kind of sign that she might end up okay. We sat there for three days before suddenly, she squeezed our hands and opened her eyes.