Imprint

Chapter Fifteen

Okay guys, here it is, the FINAL chapter of Imprint. Like I always do, I will be adding an Epilogue for this, but expect that in a couple of days. 

And by the way, I'm sorry for not uploading in a while. I'm not sure if you read my message from a few days ago, but I was have sleeping issues, which led to me having focus issues. I couldn't bring myself to write more than a paragraph every hour, so yeah, big issues there.

Anddddd then this weekend, I was up in Vermont. I didn't have much time to write (four hours up, four hours back, no time in between), but I still managed to write a little then. 

But wanna know the best part? When I get home, I see that my WiFi is down. Completely down. So for the weekend, my laptop was more of a $800 paper weight. Awesome, right? Although I managed to type it up and everything, but I wasn't able to post it until now. 

Don't forget to read the note at the end!

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We continue walking, all of our heads darting in every direction in case of an attacker. Our ears are up and searching for the smallest of sounds, because after the deaths of three of our pack mates, everyone is in unease.

                “Do we still have Danni’s scent?” Matt asks, nudging me in the side with his nose.

                “Yeah, you do,” I say back.

                “I should go in a separate direction, then,” Ian says to my left.

                “Why?” James asks over his shoulder.

                “If I smell like Danni then it’ll be easier for them to find all of you,” he replies, stopping.

                “That’s better then them finding the actual Danni,” Tommy, from the former Rocky Hills, points out.

                “No, Ian has a point,” Matt says, stopping also. The rest of us stop.

                “You’re holding us up now, so let’s keep going,” Seth says, a little annoyed. “They’ll just trace the scent back to us anyway.”

                The two of them sigh and walk to catch up with us. No one says a word as we begin to quicken our pace.

                The leaves crumble under my weight. Twigs snap and birds fly away quickly- We are leaving our mark here.

“How much longer until we’re there?” I ask, speaking for the first time in miles, which is about three hours after Eli’s death.

“Probably about ten to fiteen miles left. So we’ll be there soon,” James says back.

I chew at my tongue to extract some moisture. I feel deprived of thirst; my throat is like the Sahara, and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. My muscles protest my every step, but I keep moving, knowing that we’ll be there soon.

We slow down to more of a jog, conserving our energy. If the vampires found our trail yet, then they’re more then likely to know where we’re heading.

We slow down now to a fast walk. It’s been almost four hours since we’ve had a break. But how long will it take us to go ten miles? Are we going to run into any distractions? How are Joey and Danni?

My last question is answered unpleasantly. A scream pierces my ears, causing me to go into the fastest sprint I can conjure up.

My legs are beyond being tired now. They’re numb. Completely lost their feeling. My head is spinning from dehydration. I feel like I could vomit right now from the nausea. My eyes keep losing focus. My excessive tongue biting has caused me to taste blood.