Well, that was the dumbest, most impulsive thing I've done. I could tell by the looks on their faces that I was in a shitton of trouble because, like literally everyone I've met so far, knows my goddamn name.
"Well, isn't it who we were just looking for," one of them said. One of them looked to be over 6 ft, brown hair, glasses that were clearly just for the aesthetic of wearing them. The other was short, a bit chubby, a beard and his head was bald.
I couldn't feel anything in my legs, I was frozen. I looked back and saw that Remington was no longer behind the tree. That bitch!
"Oh hun, you and I both know that knife you're holding isn't going to do anything," the one with the fake glasses said with a smile, "So let's skip the dramatic fight?"
For I fact, I didn't know what this knife could do. For all I know it could kill the devil himself. I threw the knife into the shorter one's chest, he made a grunt. Well, the one with the fake glasses was right, didn't do shit.
+++
The fight had just become a throwing mess of fists, and I haven't made any massive blows but I sure am getting the hell beat out of me. I stumbled back into a tree, my vision hazy as my own blood was covering my eyes. The world was disorienting and spinning, very, very fastly.
"Is that all you got?" I slurred out, clearly, still cocky as all hell. One more blow to the face and I blacked out, I was unknown to the world and everyone in it.
Although, I was still breathing. That's a plus.
YOU ARE READING
Bite me » Remington Leith «
Teen FictionFor almost as long as I can remember my parents were vampire hunters. Them being able to kill them with a swift stab in the heart or holy water, whatever they felt like. My entire life I've been trained to kill these things, survive, and hunt them. ...
