Lightbringer | Kai Parker Fanfic

Five

I duck and throw a punch with my fist. Right in the stomach. My opponent steps back, struggling with his breathing and I react. Fast and strong and as vampire, I give a powerful kick and then, clenching my fist around the peculiar knife, I lift my arm and slit his throat in one swift movement. His eyes widen with surprise and his hands reach for his throat, as he tries to stop the hot liquid from pouring all over him. By the time our eyes lock, he knows it's over for him. He falls to his knees, then to the ground and gradually stops moving.

My chest lifts and lowers quickly, as I try to regulate my breathing and the beating of my heart. This one was close; the guy knew how to fight. I had to use the supernatural speed and strengths at my disposal, which wouldn't be so exhausting if I hadn't been using it so much today. But I have. The group of Travelers that got me by surprise earlier, while I was taking out one of them, made me use that energy for quite some time. Needless to say it takes toll on me, that's why I'm feeling dizzy and need a minute to catch my breath before I move on.

When I first discovered this supernatural surplus during my initiation, when I was thirteen, I was overjoyed. I don't know, maybe I had a lot more fuel when I was a kid but now, I only use it when necessary and with utter parsimony. It burns my life energy like fire feeds on gunpowder and it usually needs a good night's sleep to restore.

Knowing I won't be doing any more good today, I bend down to pick up the Passenger knife I've used. In a couple hours, the Traveler host will be gone from this body, returning it to whomever it belongs to. The guy will only wake up with blood on his clothes, with no memories of how he even got here in the first place. Good thing we're not far from Mystic Falls, I don't think I would have it in me to carry him back.

I roughly wipe the precious knife on my leathered shoulder and leave; it's getting dark.

*

As I come out of the shower, a towel folded around me, I head back to my room and prepare for the night. The last few days have been a mess, I've been hunting Travelers down all around Mystic Falls but I feel like it's no use: there are so many of them, I can't take them all out. Alice offered to send backup as soon as someone is available but I honestly don't see the point. Alice. I roll my eyes as I think back of our last conversation, the very one that launched me on this pointless hunt after the Travelers:

"Hey, I got your voicemail. What happened?"

"It's bad."

"Where are you? Are you safe?"

"Yeah, I'm back at my suite. Stefan just left," I say, looking through the window. It's raining so much, I can't see anything.

"Stefan. As in Stefan Salvatore? What was he doing at your suite?"

"Compelling me to forget everything about today. You know, a vampire enters the bar and goes for a bloodshed."

"What happened exactly? Any casualties? What about your witches? The twins?"

"They're fine. Everybody's fine. He thought Stefan had murdered his girlfriend, half a century ago; turns out Stefan didn't but Damon did. Of course he didn't know she was Enzo's Maggie, otherwise he wouldn't have done that to his friend."

"I'm trying to follow."

"Enzo wanted answers. He compelled students to drug Lucas so he couldn't use his powers, and had them keep his life in jeopardy so Liv would comply. Damon got the compelled hostages to be released and they took the fight elsewhere. Liv got hurt in the process but Stefan healed her with his blood, so it's all good. He then drove me back to my suite and compelled me to forget."