Hidden in the Immortals (Book #1)

Chapter 21

I was peacefully sleeping away, just minding my own business, when I was struck with a dark, sickening feeling. The same one I had experienced twice before. I knew what happening, I was about to have a dream through someone's eyes. Could I even call it a dream though? This was something that was very real and something I probably didn't want to see. I tried to force myself to wake up, but it was pointless. I was trapped inside this 'dream' until it played out.

Suddenly I was looking at the front door of someone's house. It was unfamiliar, so I knew I had never been there before. The person whose eyes I was looking out of, looked down. He held a cigarette delicately between his fingers. His hands were rough, covered in scars and bruises. I took a wild guess that this was the leader of the Immortal army.

He brought the cigarette up to his lips and took a long drag. It made my own lungs burn. I forgot how real these 'dreams' felt. Then he flicked it to the ground and twisted it into the ground with his shoe. He turned around and I noticed it was early in the morning; maybe 6:30 or 7. I also saw six backpacks laying on the ground, each one visibly packed full.

He turned back around and faced the door again. The emotions he was feeling were so intense, I could feel them, too. A combination between excitement, nervousness, and hatred; and if murder was an emotion, he would be feeling that, too. He let out a shaky breath and began walking up to the door. He grabbed the door knob and I could feel that he was grinning ear to ear. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Immediately he made eye contact with a man, and I swear my heart stopped. Even though I hadn't seen him in years, I recognized him instantly.

It was my dad's hunting buddy from out east, Jon Edwards. He was sitting at his kitchen table drinking a beer, but when he saw the Vampire walk in, he set it down. He looked frightened for about a second, but it vanished and was replaced with what looked like understanding; and frankly, he kind of looked a little bored.

"Drinking beer at 6:30 in the morning?" It was definitely the leader of the Immortal army. I could recognize that voice anywhere. "I don't think that's healthy." He teased.

"Never thought I'd see you again," Jon said in an almost condescending voice. "It was very stupid of you to come back. Brave, but stupid."

The Vampire crossed his arms. "What are you suggesting? That I would just run away with my tail between my legs?"

Jon smirked. "Yeah, pretty much." He stood up from the table. "I suppose you're here to kill me?" He sounded bored as he picked up the beer bottle and took another swig out of it before setting it back down.

The Vampire huffed. "And then some."

Jon sighed. "You realize if you kill me they'll hunt you down right?" He spoke this menacingly.

"Who? Jay Mercado and Roger Nelson?" The Vampire asked. Jon nodded. "Oh, please, those two old grease traps don't scare me." He walked over and sat down on a nearby arm chair. He looked back up at Jon to see that he wore a dangerous scowl. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you mad that I said a mean thing about your friends?" He mocked.

Jon huffed. "You won't be all high and mighty when the two of them get their hands on you, boy."

The Vampire sighed. "And why's that?"

Jon smirked. "Let's just say, you won't be dead, but you'll wish you were."

Suddenly, the Vampire was back on his feet. I could feel nothing but anger pumping through his body now. Jon flinched. The Vampire began taking a few slow steps toward him. "I think I'll be able to handle it." He said in a low voice. "You can say that all you want, but you and I both know that there's no act of torture out there that can break me." Jon didn't say anything to that, and from the look on his face, I'd say he agreed with him. "And after I kill you and those two wanna hunt me down, let them," He took a few more steps toward Jon. "Because they're next on my list anyway."