Shattered Blood

Chapter Eight: Texan Fury

                                                                            I'D NEVER REALLY EXPECTED MYSELF TO FALL IN LOVE AT THE AGE OF 16 WITH A RANDOM MAN. I did though, everything about him made it harder to know that he was going to be killed. "Vivian...?"

"Yes?"

"I...I love you..."

                                                                           I looked up at him from my position on the motel's bed. Nobody knew about General Fare, we threw his body into the open dumpster just two stories below our window. "I love you too." He looked down at me and smiled, it was almost as if he was afraid I'd tell him I didn't love him back. "Will you remember me?" I propped myself on my arm now, we were laying across from eachother our heads opposite each other, I was now looking at him, "Why wouldn't I remember you? There's so much to remember! We killed two people together and your my mate..." 

                                                                                 He looked down at his hands and shrugged, "It's just...is that how you really want to remember me?" I layed back on the bed, "I want to remember that I loved you..and that you loved me. I want to remember your slicked back black hair and your amazing grey-green eyes. I want to remember that you are going to protect me from anything while you still can." He sat up and scootched closer to me, and his face came close to mine our lips inches away from each other's when he stopped. "I have to go." 

                                                                                          What? What do you mean you have to go?!" 

"I mean I have to go, they're coming this way. They know we're here, they know we killed General Fare."

"Who is they?!" 

                                                                                          His eyes trailed away from me and I brought his face back to mine, "The puppy dogs?" He nodded and took my hand from his face and kissed it softly and then placed it back where it was. "They will come to this motel, and I am going to hold them off, if I come back you'll know that your safe...but if I don't...." A tear slipped down my cheek and hit the white bed sheet, "No! No! We'll--We'll fight them off together!" He shook his head and started to get off the bed but I pulled him back, "I am coming!" He looked at me, ferocity in his eyes, "Then what, then what huh?! What if they take me and you, what if my brother gets you earlier than he aimed to, what if he gets me before I can do anything to save you?!" We were both crying now, I lifted his chin up and we kissed. He wrapped his arms around me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his dark hair, his tongue asked for entrance and I granted, he pulled me closer to him and I was in his arms kissing him...until dusk...

                                                                                                I have to go now. They're close by..." I cried into his shoulder, and my fingers pulled more and more cloth into my hands from his shoulders, "Why not let them come here?! Why not let them fight the both of us like we fought General??!" He sighed, "Because, General Fare didn't attempt to attack us, these puppy dogs are his Warphines, specially trained to fight when they are needed to...like a militia." I swallowed the snot that drained in my throat, and he left soon after.

                                                                                                ~~Two Hours Later~~

                                                                                               I had sat in a wooden rocking chair for two hours straight staring at the door ready to attack if anything came at me. The door finally opened and in came Alex, he was in horrible shape, his face was consumed by scratches and bruises and his arms and legs weren't any better. He was limping slowly toward me, a confident smile on his face. "It wasn't easy." He told me with amusement clear in his voice, I smiled at him, "How did you make it? How many were there?" He ignored my question nonchalantly, "Have you eaten?" I pressed on, "How many were there, Alex?!" He was fiddling with a cup in the little kitchen when he answered me, "Six...Two got away." I looked straight out the window, "So...we are still in danger?" I could hear him drop the cup, "Yes." He murmured almost to himself. "Tell me what happened."