To My Last Breath ~

Chapter Five

I still couldn't assimilate the words of the old woman. Was I scared? Yes. Terrified? You bet. And, do I believe all this? I don't know. I had mixed feelings about this. In general, I'm very skeptic to 'witches, prophetess' and so on. But this woman was able to get to me and bring some fear in me.

'I-I do' I nodded and stared at my hand. I looked at Amanda, she was in shock from what we just heard, perhaps she was more scared than me. The old woman nodded and pursed her lips together. He patted me on the hand with her thumb and let go a deep breath. 'Take care of yourself, kid' this were her last words before she gets out of her chair and hides behind the red velvet curtain.

Finally, I got out of the trance I was trapped and squeezed my hand into a fist, rising from my chair. 'Let's go' I said  to Amanda quietly and went out of the tent.

'Bea, are you okay?' I felt a gentle hand of Amanda to wrap around my wrist making me turn around and meet the worried look on her face. I nodded and bit my lower lip. 'I'm fine, calm down. This woman is just making up stuff, there is no such thing as predicting the future' I said not believing in my own words and I laughed lightly. Deep down, I was inclined to believe the words of the old woman, but common sense told me that they were full bullshit. Even I didn't know how I feel right now.

'Yes, they are. But hey she said something about a young attractive guy with brown hair' she said enthusiastically. I felt that she wanted to lift the mood. I laughed and then wrapped my hand around her wrist and with the other I was holding the bags. "Come on, let's go home. I'll drive to your house' she nodded in agreement and went to the place of which I parked the car.

Jason's P.O.V

Forty-eight. Forty-nine .. fifty. I sighed heavily as I finished another series of push-ups. I sat down and pulled the end of my shirt to wipe the sweat dripping from my face. I took a deep breath before I started a new series, a knock on the door stopped me. 'Come on in' I shouted and the door opened. My eyes met those of Ryan.

'Man, take some rest. You are working out for' he stopped and glanced at his watch. 'Three hours. Here you go' he said and gave me a bottle of cold water. 'Thank you' I opened the bottle and in seconds it was half empty.

'How're the things with the girl working?' He looked at me interested and sat on the edge of my greatest bed. 'Working on it. Yesterday we met, I didn't do anything, though.' I laughed and memories of last night emerged in my mind. 'We are making progress' he smiled slyly and 'clapped' slowly.

'Do you think that will work out? However, it is not easy to get someone to turn against his own flesh and blood' I nodded. He was right, it will not be easy, but we'll manage. Our plan will work, and John and his band of hunters will be deleted from the image. 'Of course, it will not be easy, but when this is all over, it will be worth every sacrifice' I sat on the bed beside Ryan. The truth was that this would be one of our toughest battles so far. John had a lot of people behind him. Experienced hunters, witches with HUGE powers. It would not be easy to kill him, but we had a trump card in front of him.

Her. 

'I called the others. They will shew around for our plan. And when the time comes we will have enough people' who were the others? There were vampires and werewolves, even black witches all over the world, all of them were harmed by John. For years, supernatural beings lived in fear of John, and not only him. Someone did not want to face John and thought this is crazy and we would die all but one of them agreed to help us. We couldn't do it alone perhaps there's only five of us left, we had no chance against him, so we needed any help we can get. I got up out of bed and took two crystal glasses from the dresser in front of the bed and poured some scotch in them. I handed the glass to Ryan and took a sip of mine. As soon as I felt the bitter liquid burns my throat and closed my eyes. I loved that feeling.