Turned

Chapter Sixty Four

Dread washed over me as I felt myself panic inside. My mind curled up into a ball, unable to move as I struggled against what I felt, what I knew and didn't know. I dreaded my deal with Caleb, what he'd make me do for him, but I tried to show no fear, tried to pretend it wasn't there.

We left but all I wanted to do was get home, find Lena. I said thank you to Nick and made my way home, hoping I'd get there and find Lena, alive and well. I didn't care if she and I always argued or never argued again, I loved my sister and the last thing I wanted was her death, especially if it was because of me.

I ran into Matt's house to find her using one of my shirts, wet hair and a bowl of cereal in her hands. I hugged her, thanking every god for the sight as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Jesus, Jack, what's your problem?" she asked as she pushed me back.

"I... never mind"

"You're so weird" she commented as she poked at her cereal. "Oh, some guy was here earlier, he tried to talk to you"

"Okay?"

"Yeah, some tall dude, I... think it was Dean? I don't know, I don't care, he looked like your stereotypical biker"

Quickly, I sprang into action, into a panic about her. I grabbed her arms and asked, "did you invite him in?"

"What?" she asked.

"You heard, just please tell me" I begged.

"No, Jesus, what is wrong with you?!"

"Nothing... I was worried about you" I admitted as I turned away.

If Dylan came for her, I was going to kill him, I didn't care about my eye colour, my soul, it didn't matter. My sister was innocent, sweet, she didn't deserve to be hurt by vampires and I wasn't going to forgive that. If he'd come after me, that would've been different, but he didn't, he came after Lena, a girl who knew nothing about my life, one who was innocent, full of life, hope and someone I cared for, dearly.

I didn't care about my safety, I didn't care about any of them, I'd do what I had to, kill them if I had to, they deserved it for what they'd done, hurting the innocent for their blood, farming them and making me drink it, smiling as I talked about how I wanted to be human, as human as I could be, while holding a knife to my back the whole time. 

It was as if I was channelling everything, my anger, my pain, my hatred all into one horrific box that offered me strength in exchange. I didn't mind it, I welcomed it, I needed the strength, the power if I was going to defeat them. I needed proof, enough to kill them and going after Lena was proof enough, cruel but it showed me just how they liked to play, dirty and disgusting, it didn't matter, they'd awakened something in me, something cruel, something horrific... the monster, channelled, used for good. 

I wasn't going to be stopped, it would take death to stop me. I didn't care about the cold on my arms, I didn't care about people's looks, I didn't give a shit about any of that, the monsters messed with my family, so I hated them, I hated their undead shit, they didn't deserve to live, and I was going to make sure their farm was shut down.

I stopped outside the door, the man looked absolutely horror struck as he saw me, he bolted the door, but I didn't care, I kicked it, denting it, kicked it again and watched it drop to the ground quickly. The look of surprise on their faces was priceless.

"Jack... listen to me... it was going to be okay... we were going to welcome her into the fold" Dylan promised, silenced as I grabbed him by the throat, choking him. It wouldn't kill him, but it would shut him up for a while.

I threw him into the bar, bottles of various spirits shattering on him. "Don't you dare try and justify that shit, I don't want to hear another fucking word" I snapped furiously.

"Jack, let's talk... like reasonable people" Henry begged.

"I don't give a fuck about you or what you're about to tell me, you went after my sister, you made it personal"

"Jack..." Henry begged again but I could see the glistening, the blade.

I jumped back, landing on the floor but kicked out, kicked him. I picked up his blade and tutted. "I told you, I didn't want my family in this life! You went after Lena, you brought all this on yourselves!" 

I stood, waiting, my hearing so acute, I could hear their every move. By the time they made it, I'd already countered it. With the guard, it was very simple, I knocked his own knife out of his hands, lacerated his wrist before I cut his throat, allowing him to slowly bleed to death, unable to even move.

Simple moves, I didn't even know where I'd learnt them, it was as if all the blood I'd drank was guiding me, perhaps the vampire blood had its purposes after all.

"Come on, there's no need for this" Henry begged.

"Oh, do shut up and face your death" I ordered, listening to clapping behind me, I turned briefly to see Caleb stood in mostly dark colours, a nice black shirt and a cruel smile.

"Caleb, help!" Henry begged.

"Please. You wanted a killer, you've got one... I'm just here for the show" 

I shrugged that off as I finished a selection of them off, I spun around, slicing a throat as if it was easy, as if I'd done it a hundred times over. I slid in all the blood, nicking another knife, I nicked the heels of the poor vampire stood behind me before I slit his throat and stabbed his heart, watching him turn into ashes.

"A move I recognise" Caleb commented.

"Caleb, call off your pet" Henry ordered.

"Sorry, no can do, you don't mess with family" Caleb replied with a sickening smile. "A little bloody but, you're good, Baby Vampire"