I'm sorry :( But stuff has been going on. But I worked really hard, so here you go!
This chapter is for sweet night. Here's your (late) Christmas present. :P
Chapter 7
I hurried along down the hallway and kept pace with the three vampires ahead of me. My boots were still half on, and I jumped a bit to get them in place. I barely had time to be somewhat presentable; though I was sure I looked okay. Glancing ahead, I noticed the three were moving faster.
Damn unnatural speed I thought, causing the three to slow down a bit. I was met with amused looks. Damn mind reading I thought again as I blushed slightly, and nodding my head to assure I was up with them. But my mind was somewhere else again, already planning.
The relationship with Hawthorn obviously had to end…for real this time. The thought was grim and a bit grave, but I pushed any doubts away. I couldn't be proved gullible and weak again. I wouldn't. The consequence was what I was feeling now, the guilt and agonizing sympathy for the girls. But what I caused was also making other people hurt.
A sudden thought passed my mind then.
They're lucky…Having soulmates who treat them right, who're just good in general.
I sighed. No more depressing realizations, I concluded. That's what caused me to falter the last time. And I won't make the same mistake again. I shook my head a little, to clear up anything for the moment. Be apathetic, I mesmerized, deciding it was the best for now.
With a new focus now, I realized we were now outside, and I shivered with the feel of the winds on my bare shoulders. The sky was a dull gray and little particles of water slapped down into the atmosphere, making the vacant looking parking lot look like some eerie façade.
Following the three leads', I noticed a very nice Audi sitting calmly, little puffs of smoke rising from the back. Quinn was in the driver seat with Ash next to him, and now Morgead was pulling me along.
He opened the door roughly and set me inside carefully. I immediately moved over, making room for him to sit on my right. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and reached over to pull the seatbelt on. We were already moving, the little black car moving smoothly, quietly but swiftly along the damp road.
"Uhm...Where are we going exactly?" I asked warily. The silence in the car was way too tense for comfort.
"An old town where I know humans were traded" came Quinn's voice. It was rather soft and impassive at the moment, but I had a feeling that was when it was at its most rabid.
"Yeah. It's the only place we can think of right now, but we need to move fast, before…Well, I'm sure we'll get there in time…" Ash's voice trailed off.
"Wait, how do you know? Both of you, what if it's the wrong place? That will waste a hell amount of time. Don't you think we should ask her to see if she can locate Hawtho-her soulmate?" Morgead asked beside me, turning his head towards me. Part of me was wondering what he was talking about, and the other noted that he couldn't even say the name Hawthorn. How wonderful.
"Does she even know?" Ash asked in a doubtful voice, but he turned all of his attention on me.
"Probably not. Explain it to her guys, but quickly" Quinn said, glancing in the mirror to meet my questioning eyes.
"Alright. Evelyn, when you find your soulmate, you're immediately bounded towards them, no matter what the situation is at that moment. Now, you've obviously seen the silver cord, right? "Ash asked, never taking his eyes away from me.
Silver cord? I had no idea what they were asking when I realized, there it was. Funny how I don't notice important or significant things until the last second I mused, carefully inspecting the newly found string in my mind.
I didn't even know how I did it, but I managed to pull it and at that moment, I saw where Hawthorn was, what he was doing, and apparently who he was talking with. I gasped softly before the image became a ghost, no longer in sight, but still imprisoned in the essence of the magical cord.
"Uhm…Ok. I think I just…saw him?" The statement came out as a question, and I could almost feel the relief they felt at that moment. But it was just a bit.
"So, where are they?" Morgead asked quickly, his green eyes gleaming in hope. I then noticed that the very aura of the mood changed. It seemed that now Quinn and Ash were more attentive and definitely more positive than they had been a moment ago.
"It looks like it's some old alley on a deserted looking street…There's a black van and right now I see him and two others talking…They look like they're against some battered old building…" I sighed, and hoped my information was enough.
"Hold on. Is there a black iris on the side or something?' Ash asked, more animated than I have ever seen him. His eyes were changing more quickly, and now they settled on a patient blue.
I hacked into the scene again, and sure enough, there was a big black flower on the side of the battered red-brick building. I nodded vigorously, and I jerked back slightly as the car accelerated.
"So, were you going in the right direction? If it helps, I don't think…anything was happening. He was just talking to these two guys." I spoke, choosing the words carefully and softening my tone.
"Yes, we were. Now, are you sure nothing was happening? Did these two guys have…the girls?" Quinn asked, and this time his eyes were relieved, rather than haunted. But of course, still tense. Of course they would be, I thought.
'I'm positive. They're unhurt too." I reassured him. But even with the complete serenity and truthfulness in my voice, he accelerated the car quicker. I was more relieved too. Somehow I knew they were going to make it, and they would be reunited again, with their loves. But a little speck of uneasiness erupted in my stomach.
The fact of seeing the girls again in the safety of their soulmates only assured half of me. Because whenever a pro came, the con always came next, the consequence, the downfall of the whole situation. I would have to see him again, the one who caused all of the mayhem. The one who brought physical pain to me. The one vampire who caused yet another pain, but an emotional one to not only me, but six other innocent people. My soulmate.
Hawthorn Redfern.
As Hawthorn got out of the car, he saw the two werewolves step forward, stupid grins on their faces. He expected to see Hunter Redfern come around, or to see some sort of sign from him.
"Excuse me, but where the hell is Hunter?" Hawthorn asked with no patience. He didn't have time for werewolves, and right now time was important. He was sure Evelyn had woken up by now—stupid of me not to knock her out telepathically—he thought with annoyance. And he was sure that when she did wake up, she would tell the girls' soulmates where they were and how it happened.
Then it would be hell breaking loose, with the three vampires all over Vegas, trying to track him down, with perilous vengeance. But even the fact that he had a chance of being killed…didn't even worry him, faze him in any way. He decided it was because he wouldn't die, since Hunter offered him a great amount of privileges that he could take advantage of.
"Well, he said he has something to inspect... Somethin about a place called…Black Dawn? I dunno. But he said he's gonna talk to you when he got back. He didn't return yet" said one that casually leaned against the hood of his car. Something quivered inside Hawthorn. It was almost like a premonition, a forebode that something was going to happen. But he shrugged it off, not really caring. (A/N Get it? No more Hunter.)
"Whatever…" He mumbled, not really paying attention. His mind was elsewhere. Somewhere along the bounds of his mind, felt some sort of presence. Not a dangerous one he realized, relaxing a bit. But it felt odd. The sensation made him somehow numb.
Must be the soulmate connection he thought. Of course, it was a void to his wariness. It was nothing, merely just the being of Evelyn, and their connection. He just shifted lazily, to his other foot, not paying any attention at all at the moment. Which is why he was completely surprised and bewildered when he was knocked over. Hard.
It then threw him against the building, holding him there hostage by the throat, one arm in a painful grip.
Hawthorn looked up in surprise, a warning growl coming up his throat. Right when he was about to jerk the attacker's balance off, he glanced forward to confront the other. But when he did, he just laughed out loud.
"Ash…what a surprise. You startled me there for a second, cousin. Mind you, it wasn't very fair though." Hawthorn said as lazily as ever, his smile one of a smirk in a mock ferocious way.
"Don't play games with me, you bastard. Now…where the hell is Hunter?" Ash asked with barley controlled rage. Hawthorn only smiled.
"Hunter? Well…that's a secret for me to know only." But Hawthorn's cynical face faltered in the slightest way…Of course, he thought. The werewolves. Hopefully they were dead by now. He looked over. Apparently not.
One of the werewolves was dead, his neck at an irregular angle. Then the other had his arm in a painful grip as well, Quinn holding it in a very malignant way.
Well, fuck me Hawthorn thought to himself.
"Okay…okay! Hunter is at this thing. He won't be back for awhile! He ain't even got those humans. They're still in his car!" The werewolf confessed frantically, his animal topaz eyes flaring with both loathing and caution.
"It's true, they're here." Another voice. It sounded farther away though, near Hawthorn's car. Hawthorn distinctly remembered it from someone called Morgead. Hawthorn sneered. Looks like everyone is here, he thought with contempt.
Quinn didn't say anything back. He just looked at Morgead with a pondering expression. They must've been talking with telepathy, Hawthorn realized. Before he could try to eavesdrop, Quinn snapped the werewolf's neck with ease, the sickening crack being heard as a thick branch breaking.
Ash seemed to be relieved, and for a minute, his attention was shifted elsewhere. Stupid mistake, cousin, Hawthorn thought with his usual conceited manner. He didn't hesitate. In one smooth and fast movement, he got out of the grip Ash was holding.
Then he was free. Right about when he was about to pounce on Ash, Quinn came out of nowhere and more roughly than Ash had been, he threw Hawthorn to the ground, and this time he heard another snap. Only this time, he felt hot specks of pain erupt from his wrist. Must be broken, he mused. Not that he didn't care. It would heal in a day or so.
The he heard a voice. The most beautiful voice he had ever heard, one that pushed any thoughts of revenge, contempt, and mockery into the way back of his mind. One that brought alive his conscience.
Evelyn. And right now she was speaking.
"Please don't kill him. I know you want to, but…at least let me talk to him. And I'll be fine." She added the last part quickly, noticing the tension that was born from the silence just then. Quinn sighed, and nodded his head. He relaxed his posture, but never took his eyes off me. He hissed slightly as he saw Hawthorn's smug look. But without any further ado, he walked away quickly, as Ash was doing.
His eyes never looked away from Evelyn. Their gazes locked. And this time, he could feel her utter disappointment. Her gray eyes were burning with pensive ignominy.
Ah, shit.
So here's a deal. I know most people hate OC's. So next chapter is just going to be fluff of the reunited couples. : P
Because I owe you people. :P So, you can return the favor.
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-Lamia Vampress
