Ok, I realised this should have been at the end of the 3rd chapter but oh well…
"Larten keep up, we have a long way to go now that they have taken the main path."
We were climbing up a very steep path in a snowstorm. 'Madness' I thought as I tried to avert my eyes from the gut-wrenching drop on my right. A cold blast of air whipped at my back.
"Look…there…them."
I froze. The wind had blown the men's voices to us.
"Seba!" I called out, my visibility clouded from all the snow.
"Larten? What is it?" I could see his shadow turning and then nothing. A short cry let me know and my heart dropped with it.
"Seba!" I cried and rushed to the spot I saw him, not caring about my own safety at that point. I pushed through the snow thick air and found him dangling from the broken ledge where he had been standing.
"Hold on." I dropped to my hands and knees and reached out for his hand. Gingerly, he found my hand and grasped it tight. "On the count of three," he nodded, "one… two… thre-." Something struck me from behind and I fell onto my stomach. My grip slipped but I managed to hold on. Gritting my teeth I looked to see what had hit me on the back of my head. A man stood above me, arm drawn back as to strike me again. My heart stopped, whatever was going to happen, Seba would fall.
"Got you now…" The man sneered. And if he hadn't had gloated over his prey there would have been two less vampires in the world. I could see him as he started to swing his arm and let go of my tutor with my right hand and snatched at the man's ankle. He howled as I pulled his leg out from under him and he fell onto his back, half his body over the edge and half on the path. I grabbed Seba with my right hand again and dragged him onto the ledge, both gasping and shaking. We smiled shakily at each other.
A short crack of a gunshot hailed from above and a half a second later the bullet zipped past my ear. Seba and I ducked under a hanging rock outcropping.
"I think they found us." Seba said as he shuffled closer to the rock wall. I nodded, too nervous to speak. It was only then that I felt a sharp pain at the base of my head. I cried out and bit my tongue. I hadn't noticed it when I was adrenalin pumped but now I felt light-headed.
"Is…. it bad?" I wheezed.
Seba studied it, "It is a good thing it was not a sharp object," was all he said before rubbing spit into the cut. "There is not much I can do about a bruise, the saliva will help but not as much as I, or you, would like."
"How far away are we?" I asked.
He glanced at me, "Why? Do you expect me to carry you?" He smiled.
"No…but if the opportunity arises…" I suggested and Seba laughed.
"We are not far," he said moving out of onto the path.
After a few seconds I asked; "They're close aren't they?" Seba nodded silently.
"If you begin to feel faint, we shall stop. I do not want you to be falling over the side." He smiled tightly.
Slowly we crawled out into the open. We could hear the sound of men's gruff voices above us.
"Stay as close as you can to the wall, they have the upper hand." Seba instructed.
"Literally…" I mumbled. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes until the sounds grew faint. "Are they gone?" I asked, gazing up at the path above us.
"I would not test the waters just yet." Seba whispered.