Turned

Chapter Sixty Five

My next target was Dylan, one I'd prepared for. I stood my ground in a pool of blood, hissing, my fangs bared ready to kill. He was unarmed and so was I, I'd left my knife in a vampire's throat, not that I minded that, I preferred unarmed.

He threw a punch at me, missing spectacularly. I threw one at him, hitting his chin, I knew it was serious, I could hear the crack and the lack of pain suggested it wasn't me who was hurt.

"Cute but that was an easy hit" Dylan promised as he threw a few at me, all dodged. I didn't understand how, it was like an... instinct but I didn't care, I just wanted them to die, all of them.

I jumped, kicking him, wrapping my legs around his neck, trying to break it but I barely cracked it. I jumped up quickly, hoping I could rip his heart out but he was up already.

"That wasn't" I snapped.

"Jack, listen to me, we were going to make her like us, immortal, beautiful, you'd never lose her!"

Those words seemed to make me even worse. I punched him in the eye, laying punches. I missed one, hitting the wood, shattering it. All I could think of was how to use it as a weapon. I pulled it up, the splintered shattered wood was a perfect stake... I didn't know how I was thinking like I did but I didn't care, I liked it, I needed it if I wanted to live. 

Dylan picked up the knife, but I didn't care. Normally, I'd be dead by now, I'd have been begging for a quick end, but I wasn't even considering it. I kicked him, finding an exact weak spot, causing his hand to break, the knife to fall from his hand. I caught it quickly in mid-air, smirking as Dylan stepped back. I could feel the fear, his fear, he'd seen his life flash before his eyes. He thought I'd be an easy target, easy prey but he wasn't foolish, I wasn't stupid, he was... poor man.

I ended him quickly, throwing him into the wall, a quick flick of the wrist, a knife, thrown from a safe distance and it was curtains, a knife straight into his heart. He gasped, holding his hand over it as he turned into ashes, dying almost instantly. 

I aimed one at Henry, but the knife was caught. I looked at Caleb, glaring as I saw it in his hands.

"Why?"

"Call it our favour, we're even" Caleb promised.

"You're letting this piece of shit live?" I asked.

"All I'm doing is not letting you kill it, I didn't say anything about it living" Caleb explained as he drew a shiny silver blade. It made me stop dead in my tracks, the thing was... freaky looking to say the least, glowing red writing, the colour of blood engraved into it, words I couldn't read. Caleb smiled bitterly, wincing in pain for a couple of seconds. I had no clue until I saw it, the blade... the words weren't the colour of blood, it was blood. 

"A hunter's blade? Sweet" Henry teased.

"My weapon" Caleb replied.

"Doesn't seem to like you anymore, vampire"

"Once a hunter, always a hunter, I just pick my battles" Caleb explained as his eyes glowed red.

I'd never seen a vampire look so hideous, he was so pale, eyes so red they were frightening, I didn't say anything as Henry drew his own blade and slashed at Caleb, but Caleb was too fast, he jumped, kicking Henry in the face, wrapping his feet around his head, falling, letting the neck break on the way down.

"Interesting" Henry replied as he clicked his neck. "Cute, but we've been here before, remember?"

"I was human then" Caleb snapped.

"And now, you're not... I helped you, in a strange way"

"Consider this me returning the favour" Caleb promised.

"I'm curious, after you've killed me, what will you do with the kid? It'll be great, being able to pin the crime on someone else"

"Only the weak do that" Caleb claimed as he slashed at Henry.

Henry tutted and teleported to behind me. It took me a couple of seconds to react as he placed a stake on over my heart. "One more move and he's dead" Henry promised.

Caleb threw his blade towards him. I couldn't understand it... why would he? 

My instincts kicked in, I kicked it up, caught it, slashed Henry with it before throwing it back, the pain was awful as it sizzled on my hand, burning it. I healed slowly as I watched the pair of them, a stake and sword in Henry's hand, a sword in Caleb's.

Caleb didn't waste a single move, he cut at Henry, making several slashes in his chest. The man was bleeding, barely standing but still, he held his ground, he slashed back, causing a deep wound in Caleb's stomach. He didn't say anything, just held it until it healed, still slashing at Henry with his sword. His moves were... strong, almost animalistic, he almost pounced at Henry, throwing into the wall. I'd never seen such speed in a vampire before, I knew they were fast but that fast? That was impossible, surely yet I saw it, with my own eyes, unable to deny it, I saw it, I saw him move, I heard the sounds of stabbed flesh before broken bones and finally, a gasp, it was over for Henry, over for me too.

"What now?" I asked.

"What do you mean? You owed me a favour, now you've paid me back"

"How did I do that? Similar to you" I asked, cryptically with a fear in my eyes.

"Don't worry, it is permanent but before you panic, you inherit skills from drinking a vampire's blood, not traits, not the personality, just a few skills"

"So, you mean... all that?"

"The anger was you, the killer instinct? That was my blood. The more you drink, the worse it becomes and the more I can sense your presence. Here's a little gift for you, directly from me to you"

"What is it?" I interrupted.

"Knowledge, about a... mutual friend, shall we say. If Sapphire gives you trouble, remind her of the vampire's senses, she'd have known you weren't dead when she told me to burn you alive. She just realised she was breaking the rules"