Stella Starlet

Hell

Violence warning for this chapter

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Run.

My mind was screaming at me to move my feet from where I was standing and fucking launch myself in a sprint. 

Bullets flew my way, hitting and shattering the glass behind me of Carlisle's office building. 

The crisp New York City air breezed into the office, the wind whistling. 

I was behind the bookshelf in Carlisle's desk, desperately trying to reach for the pistol that was laying on the ground a yard away from me. 

As I reached out again, another bullet flew at me and I quickly retracted my hand. 

I made a split second decision to follow my mind's advice and threw myself behind Carlisle's office chair, listening to the bullets tear through the leather. 

I finally gripped the gun in my hand and poked my head up quickly, firing swiftly at the two men. I got both of them in the chest and I ran out of the office. I heard yelling behind me as I ran for the elevator. 

Heavy, quick footsteps followed me and I heard them yelling after me. 

"Fucking bitch, come here!" 

As I sprinted towards the elevator and pushed the button, I spun around and fired at them. 

One man fell to the ground but there was another left, he didn't appear to be armed with anything. 

As I pulled the trigger, a 'click' sound was audible and I swore. I was out of bullets.

The man was sprinting at me, full speed and I looked him head on. 

Just before he reached me, I stepped out of the way and took the butt of the gun and bashed it into his face. 

He grunted in pain as he fell to his knees, blood rushing down his cheek from his brow-bone.

"Bitch!" He yelled. 

He grabbed for me but I side-stepped his hand and landed a rough kick into his chest. 

The elevator pinged and the metal doors opened. I ran inside and pushed the button to close the doors rapidly before the man got up. 

As the elevator doors were closing, he hastily reached his hand out between the closing doors.

Little did he know that Carlisle's elevator doors were not going to open, no matter what was between the doors. 

He screamed out in pain as his wrist was crushed between the doors and as the elevator began to descend, his body was dragged and he landed with a loud thump on the top of the elevator. 

I realized that getting into the elevator was not the brightest idea, I was essentially cornered. 

There could be a hundred men at the bottom floor, aiming their machine guns at the elevator as it opened. 

I did not have ammo. 

I was fucking cornered. 

Carlisle and I were in his office when he got a phone call that there was a group of men with big guns in the lobby. 

He told me to stay in his office and he left two of his men outside the door to guard it. 

Obviously, they weren't too helpful. 

I worried for Carlisle. He was a brilliant fighter, an ace shot, a killing machine, but even he could be taken out if enough men with enough firepower came after him. 

If he was injured, or worse, in that goddamn lobby, I would take out every single one of those sons of bitches. 

My anger would outweigh my pain, they could shoot me twenty times and I wouldn't go down until I avenged Carlisle. 

No one was going to hurt him. 

I took a deep breath as the elevator pinged, signaling that I was at the lobby. 

As the doors opened, I saw a bloodbath. 

Bodies were littered on the floor, the marble was painted in crimson. 

There was still fighting, I saw seven men surrounding Carlisle and this other man. 

They looked absolutely livid, the looks on their faces were enough to kill. 

They hadn't noticed me and I reached down and picked up a submachine gun from one of the bodies on the floor. 

I placed my hand on the trigger and held it at my waist. 

I then let loose. 

Bullets flew all over the room, hitting the enemies as Carlisle and his companion jumped out of the way and fired their own weapons. 

The deafening sound still rang in my ears, even after I had stopped firing. 

When none of the enemies were standing, I threw the gun to the floor and saw that there was one on the floor, breathing. 

I walked over and bent down and picked up a hunting knife that was next to a body. 

When I reached him, he grinned up at me. 

"You can kill all of us, but more will come. This will never stop until you go back to Enzo. He's waiting for you."

"He's waiting for me?" I laughed and shook my head. 

I took the knife and held it to his cheek. "I would tell you to tell him to go fuck himself but since you aren't going to walk out of this motherfucking building breathing, can't really do that, can I?"

"You don't have to guts to kill me." He laughed as he spit blood. 

"You underestimate me."

I buried the blade in his chest, watching the life drain from his eyes. 

I stood up and brushed my hands off against my jeans and turned around to see Carlisle. 

His white dress-shirt was splattered with red along with his cheek and hair. 

I walked over to him and stopped when our feet were touching and looked up into his eyes.

After a couple seconds, I pulled him into a hug wordlessly. 

Tears leaked from my eyes as I buried my head into his chest.

"Why, Carlisle? Why?" I sobbed.

"I know, sweetheart." He kissed the top of my head as he surveyed the room. 

The once modern, pristine lobby was now a graveyard, full of bodies going straight to Hell.