Bitten {Book 1} ✔

Chapter Seven

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After we finish our ice cream Wes insists that we should walk around the city but I do not see the point of it. I know the city well but he says that the city is different now that we are vampires, there are sights, and smells that I have never experience. I fight him on it.

"Wes, I let you take me out now I want to go home," I stand firmly not giving him anyways of fighting me. We are standing outside the park and it is getting dark. This is my choice. I decide if I live or if I choose to die. Apparently, I cannot do this alone and I want his help on it. He has made it clear that he does not want me to die.

"But Ab-" He starts as I narrow my eyes.

"No, I am drained. I need time and apparently, that is something I have plenty of. Now just let me have it." Wes lowers his eyes in defeat and nods his head.

"Fine, let me take you home!" He tries to pass me but I sidestep him block his way.

"Can you stop treating me like a child? I can walk myself home." There is a flash of anger in his eyes but he quickly hardens his eyes turns around and walks away from me. He wants to help me I know. Wes needs to realize that I will accept his help if and when I need it and at the moment all I want to do is be left alone.

"Do whatever you want Abigail? I'm tired of trying. I'm leaving," a part of me wants to apologize but a bigger part of me does not really mind. I walk away as well in the opposite direction. It is dark as I make my way down the street; there are not any streetlights on this street. Maybe I should head back, ugh why am I worried I'm a freakin vampire. A smirk appears on my face and I walk down the street with a little bounce in my step.

"No!" A scream fills the air as I am halfway down the block. "Pwease." That voice I know it, "Machon!"

Hannah, where is she? If I were still human I know what my reaction would have been, panic. Now I let my instincts take over and they lead me towards Hannah's voice. I run towards the next street and my feet abruptly stop and I look halfway down the street and there is Hannah, tears running down her face, the gasps for air is pounding in my ears. I look a bit further up and Mason is on the ground with three guys towering over him.

"Why are you here? Did Sam send you?" The voice is angry and aggravated.

"Hannah, run!" Mason screams ignoring the men around him trying to keep his sister safe. She sobs and does not move. Mason tries to stand up but one of the guys kicks him in the stomach sending him back down to the street flat on his stomach. His face is press tightly against the street as the leader steps on top of his head keeping him in place.

"Leawe him!" Hannah cries and tries to run to him but the smallest less violent one grabs her and takes a couple of steps away from Mason.

Don't you dare touch that her! My teeth grind together as I watch the man fight Hannah in his arms as she flails around trying to get away.

I am running towards them. Trying to remember some self-defense moves I learned a while back but nothing is coming to mind. I am going to have to fake it. The leader pulls his leg back and pushes it forwards with speed heading towards Mason's head, I am in front of him in a blink of an eye and grab the leader's leg. His eyes widen with shock and tighten my hold on his leg; he yelps and tries to shake me off. I pull him closer to me.

"What do you want with them?" I hiss at him. My mouth starts to fill with some tingling liquid. The leader's eyes widen.

"Your eyes!" I push his leg back and he hops a couple of steps back before he trips and falls on his ass. My fangs are out but I do not want to scare Hannah. I turn to face the other two men. They are looking at me as if this is a joke. I walk to the man with Hannah in his arms.