Racing as quickly and quietly through the trees as I can I hide behind a large oak tree, checking the gun, 5 shells remaining, holding the gun close to my chest I close my eyes and just listen, the forest is eerily quiet, as if it knows something is going to happen. I am thankful for the silence as listening for the heavy crunch of boots is alot easier, I can distinguish 5 strong pairs of footfalls, behind me and to my right, if I am lucky I should be able to take them by surprise, one by one. Slipping through the shadows of the trees I arch around, aiming for the footsteps furthest to the side.
Holding the gun steady infront of me, I sneak, almost silently through the forest, my heart pounding in my ears, my first target comes into view, a mercenary, taking a step, turning full circle before taking another one. I wait patiently for my opportunity, as the man turns again I launch forward, pressing the gun to the back of his head before pulling the trigger in one swift manoeuvre, the shot echoes through the air as his body slumps forward, leaping behind a tree just as a volley of bullets whizz through the air, dull thuds as the bullets embed into trees. Shouts echo through the forest when the bullets cease, footsteps pound towards me, panic starts to set in. I know I won't be able to take them all on at once, pushing harshly away from the tree I take off in the opposite direction, my lungs burning, body screaming in pain, but self preservation keeps me moving. Suddenly I slam into what feels like a living brick wall, falling onto my backside, the gun slipping from my fingers as my gaze jolts up to the man infront of me, grinning sadistically. Walter.
"Fancy running into you here. Lara dear." Without thinking I launch forward to reach the gun but am rewarded with a sharp kick to my stomach, causing me to jack knife in pain, falling onto my back, trying to see through the tears welling in my eyes.
"Fuck you Walter." I spit at him, breathlessly, he snatches my gun from the floor, toying with it as I force my body to stand, the pain almost bringing me to my knees, but I refuse to be weak infront of this mad man.
"I've often wondered how you would feel in bed. I'd tie you down and have my way with you. But unfortunately it seems like you have a knack of making my men betray me and you seem to be able to escape from any confinement I place on you. So I'm afraid the only thing I can do is kill you my dear. Such a waste." The silver of his gun flashes as I roll as quickly as I can, the bullet burning a line across my arm as I roll to my feet. Hearing the footsteps come ever closer means my window of opportunity is slipping through my fingers and fast. If I don't kill Walter soon then I will be surely dead and he gets to reign terror on the ones I call my family. As Walter advances I slam my foot into his stomach causing him to stumble back, releasing my gun, reaching for it I move too slowly and Walters heavy boot collides with my face, my nose snaps, blood pouring as I fall to the floor, blinded by my own tears. Meaty hands squeeze my throat as his heavy weight pins me down, my nails dig grooves down his arms as I struggle to inhale as the pressure of his hands increase, the edges of my vision start fading, my limbs feeling weaker. Forcing myself to stop struggling, I close my eyes, letting my body to limp, my lungs burning but I pray that acting dead will give me a chance. The gods must have heard me because Walter suddenly jolts up, all pressure gone, unable to stop the painful cough as oxygen races back into my lungs I roll, disorientated I stumble to my feet and attempt to run, only to be kicked sharply from behind. I sprawl onto the forest floor, coughing and choking, small twigs dig into my palms as I had weakly attempted to catch myself. A gun cocks and I freeze, the sound so close to my ear I know that one false move, one false breath and it will be me feeling the burn of the bullet as it shatters my skull.
"Boss?" A deep throaty voice asks.
"Leave her! She is mine!" Walter screeches, footsteps crunch towards me a moment before my hair is yanked up, my neck snapping up with the force as I quickly scramble to my feet to lessen the pressure on my scalp. My face is dragged around until Walters face is mere centimetres from mine, I almost gag at the smell of his breath but his eyes capture my attention as they bore into mine.
"Just kill me then Walter. Or are all your threats just empty promises?" My quick mouth taunts before my brain has time to silence it, a palm collides with my cheek, snapping my head to the side, ripping out what feels like half my hair in the process, I cry out in pain as my face is dragged back to his.
"You dare taunt me. I will cut out your tongue!" Spit flies across my face and it's as if a dam bursts inside of me, screw the consequences, I'm going to die anyway.
"Another empty promise. I'm getting tired of listening to you. Either do it already or just shut the hell up." Just when I think Walter is going to explode I hear a small snigger behind me, so does Walter, he glares over my shoulder before he throws me to the floor, searing pain radiates from the side that hit the floor, a gunshot resonates and I freeze, quickly taking stock of my body, rolling to my back in time to see a mercenaries body fall to the floor, a bright red pool forming around his head, blank expression facing me. Walter swinging his gun around at the other men.
"Anyone else think this is funny!?!" Walter screams like a wailing banshee and I notice all the mercenarys giving each other looks which seems to go unnoticed by Walter as he paces sciatically. The skinniest man steps forward, raising his gun towards Walter who stops pacing, watching the man intently, gun raised.
"You know what Walter. I've seriously had enough of your crap. Youre mad. This little girl is right. You need to die." His finger hovers on the trigger of his gun and I want to look away but I just can not drag my eyes away, even as my vision goes dark at the edges, almost as if I am looking though a tunnel at the scene unfolding infront of me.
"You wouldn't dare..." As if in slow motion I see the man squeeze the trigger, I feel the vibrations of the gun firing, I see the back of Walters head explode, splattering blood, bone and brains into the air where they seem to suspend for a moment before gravity greedily pulls them down, closely followed by Walters body. For a moment everything clears, all my pain gone as I breathe a sigh of relief, Yasmin is now safe, she is the last of her family to survive, the strange calm washing over me numbs first my feet but it works up my legs. I look up at the canopy of leaves and branches above me as I take a deep breath, the paralysis worming its way up my torso. This is what dying must feel like.
"What do we do about the girl?"
"You leave her. You leave this place and never return. This is the only chance you will get to keep your miserable lives." A familiar voice orders.
"Run along before he changes his mind. He does that often. Get lost." Another voice registers in my mind. I hear footsteps walking away a second before a very familiar face comes into my view, piercing purple eyes full of worry and tears. Byron. Forcing my hand to move I somehow manage to rest it on his cheek, his hand quickly covers mine, holding it tightly against his smooth skin, not cooler than my skin anymore, my hand pale even to my own eyes.
"I'm sorry Byron." My voice a mere whisper. My lungs rattling and bubbling.
"Don't you dare give up Lara! Lara. Stay with me damn it." My vision swirls more, darkening, my heart labouring harshly.
"I ... Love ... You" Complete nothingness sweeps me away on a sea of calm. The last thing my brain holds onto is the purple gaze burned into my memory for eternity.
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A Vampires Lover - COMPLETE
Про вампировSequel to A Vampires Slave A year has passed, too quickly, but not quickly enough. Lara has tried to get on with her life, staying positive even after her heart was shattered into a million pieces. But is everything as it seems? Will Lara's new life...
