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"Alright" Callum said, glancing at the bird that was still diving for the jeep, "Watch this"

I stared at him curiously and watched in quiet amazement as Callum's skin began to glow. From the glowing, golden tendrils like the flames of a fire began licking out in every direction. His eyes left the bird for a fraction of a second, and he turned to me and winked. Then the golden tendrils shot straight out and towards the bird. I watched as they wrapped around the struggling crow and immobilized it. Then the tendrils, began glowing fiercely- the bird screeched just before it burst into huge, golden flames. And just like that, the tendrils shrank back into Callum, and his glowing stopped. The only evidence of the bird was lost against the already falling ashes.

I turned to Callum with wide eyes. He just smirked.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

I nodded before adding "Pretty freaking scary"

Callum laughed, his typical boyish laugh.

"So what are you?" I asked. Callum glanced at me from the corner of his eye, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well, my father calls me something along the lines of an abomination" Callum replied, there was a happy fire in his eyes.

"But technically, I would be…" His head moved slowly from side to side and he squinted his eyes, as if trying to guess someone's weight at a carnival.

"Part sorcerer, part angel- all Death Walker" He flashed me a devilish smile.

"Part…angel?" I repeated unsurely. Callum's face became serious as he nodded.

"Yeah, explains my good looks doesn't it? I was never much a fan of the whole golden boy theme, but people listen to a handsome face more than they do an ugly one. So it works out"

I shook my head.

"All you men- power hungry bastards" I said, still shaking my head. Callum chuckled and glanced at me.

"What does that make you? Power loving whores?"

"Whores?" I echoed "Hardly. The power loving part, perhaps. There's usually a woman behind an evil man, urging him on" I shrugged. "As for me, power is a necessary accessory to have. Especially with the way I look. No one would dare make fun of an albino who could sick an entire legion of zombies on their asses"

Callum became thoughtful, and shrugged. "I probably would. There's nothing I like more than a nice old fashioned war"

He flashed me a charming smile.

I smiled and shook my head sadly.

"The only guy I know, that cares more about violence and war than women" I muttered. Callum's eyebrows raised to his hairline.

"And what the hell gave you that idea? Just because I don't talk about my frivolous escapades doesn't mean I don't have them." He shrugged "It's just not polite to talk about them in front of a girl"

"The only guy I know who uses 'frivolous' and 'escapades'. And in the same sentence nonetheless" I amended

Callum laughed and patted my head condescendingly.

"Stick with me, kid" He chuckled. I narrowed my eyes. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement near the front of the car. My eyes widened and I turned to Callum.

"Callum, look out- stop!"

I didn't get to finish my sentence, before we collided into a tree. A fucking tree. In the middle of the road.

And, as soon as we collided, I cursed myself before flying out of the windshield.

The one time I didn't wear a seatbelt…

I winced as I slid across the pavement, and could feel the scraping of my skin. I landed hard on my arm and hip- probably even dislocated my shoulder. Damnit.

I laid still on the pavement for a few seconds, taking careful inventory on the damage. Nothing was broken, my spine was okay, but the shoulder was definitely dislocated. Freaking tree.

I began to stand as Callum ran towards me, there was a wild fear in his eyes which quickly dissipated when he saw me moving.

"Oh thank, god" He sighed, running a shaking hand through his hair. "I thought you were dead, that tree came out of nowhere- the tree" Callum's eyes narrowed to thin slits as he searched for the tree we had crashed into, I looked too. There was nothing in the road but us and the mutilated jeep. Callum cursed under his breath and turned back to me, appearing inches away without seeming to move.

"Shit" He whispered, bring his hand to my chin and gently turning my face to look at my scratched up cheek. "You've got glass in it"

I shook my head in his hand "I don't care about my damn cheek. Do something about my shoulder." I whimpered

His eyes traveled down to my shoulder which was slumped at an odd angle, I tried to not get sick thinking about it. Callum let in a hiss of breath through clenched teeth- telling me it was as bad as I thought. He ran his hand through his hair again as he dropped his other hand from my face.

"I'm gonna have to put it back" He said in a pained voice "It's gonna hurt. A lot"

I nodded, feeling myself growing pale. Callum nodded too and took of his shirt. My eyes widened in alarm, but I didn't stop them from traveling over Callum's toned, muscular body. He smirked at me, his eyes back to their playfully dancing selves.

"Don't get too excited, now. You haven't even taken me to dinner yet" He teased coyly as he ripped a large shred from the shirt and wrapped it in a small ball, discarding the rest of the shirt on the ground. I snickered and he handed me the small ball of fabric.

"Put that in you mouth, so you don't bite your tongue of or something. It's a little sweaty and bloody- but you'll just have to suck it up" He said and added a charming smile.

I did as he said, feeling that pale sickness coming back. I was pretty sure that this small ball would kill me if I throw up with it in my mouth. I would most definitely choke on my own vomit and die. Not a very pleasant way to die- yet I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up in my throat when I pictured it. Callum took that chance to grab my shoulder and force it up and back into the socket with a weird 'pop' noise. I groaned into the makeshift gag and ground my teeth into the fabric before tossing it out of my mouth with a hiss. Callum shrugged sheepishly.

"I told you it would hurt" He said defensively. I rolled my eyes, and tried to move my injured arm. It had enough movement. Especially, being as sore as it was. I turned back to Callum.

"Okay, what now?" I asked, looking around before adding "And how the hell did a tree end up in the middle of the road, crash into us, and then disappear into thin air?"

Callum scratched his forearm absent-mindedly while his eyes scanned the perimeter.

"That's what bothers me. Necromancers can't animate trees. I haven't heard of anyone who could do that- except maybe an all powerful witch that's part superman and part god. And I highly doubt that one of those has just decided to mess with two necromancer teens. I smell dark magic. Probably a hired arm- from the council."

I glanced around worriedly. Why would the council try to kill me and Callum if they had already recruited me to tell them information. Had I been set up?

Of course not, Callum is probably just being paranoid- the rational part of me argued.

"Either way. We should probably leave. We could get a lot more zombies at the great wall of China anyway" I muttered nervously. Callum nodded.

"As much as I hate to admit defeat, I already thought about it. But I'm guessing whoever's messing with us isn't going to let us leave alive- so we're back to plan A. Kill and don't be killed" Callum sighed. He looked around, searching for something, and paused. "I bet they're still in the mine. That's why our zombies never came back."

He grabbed my hand in his and began leading the way back to the mine, me cursing nervously under my breath the whole way. This was going to be a long day.

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About half way through our walk, Callum froze and cursed loudly.

"I forgot the bag" He murmured under his breath, brow furrowing.

"Well do we need it?" I asked. Callum glanced at me as if he just noticed I was there and nodded, releasing my hand and taking a step back in the direction of the jeep.

"Stay there" He commanded, taking a few more steps backwards "I'll be right back"

And with that, Callum turned and jogged off. I stared at his back until it disappeared over the hill before letting out an aggravated sigh.

He was just going to leave me here? Unprotected?

Whoa…serious new moon quote. That sounded really lame, but still- it was true.

I sat on the pavement, too lazy to stand and used my mind to search for any spirits near by…Nothing.

I could have sworn I sensed some the first time we walked by this place. Callum jogged back up to me, duffel back in hand and just as shirtless as he was before. This time, I noticed lots of thin, silvery scars along his entire body. Not very visible in the light- but they were there. I frowned at a particularly large one across his chest, just above his heart.

Callum raised an eyebrow.

"You look nervous," He commented in an extremely nasally voice "Is it the scars? Would you like to know how I got em' ?" He finished his little performance by licking the corners of his lips. I laughed.

"Nice" I said nodding appreciatively. Callum bowed extravagantly.

"We'll get to the scars some other time," He zipped open the duffel back and glanced back at me "Right now, it's all business"

I raised my head to look at the items inside the bag. Maces, flails, daggers, hand axes, and double edged swords of all sizes.

"Um, what are these for?" I asked. Callum gave me a reproachful look.

"Um, hellooo, we don't know what we're going up against in there. We can't just prance in all willy- nilly and completely unarmed. So suit up. Take your pick" He made a grandeur gesture to the bag and stepped aside to let me look more closely. I picked up a sturdy looking flail, lots of daggers, and a hand axe. I stood straight, nestling the axe and flail against my belt with a few daggers, and then placing the other daggers strategically around my body. Callum gave me an admiring look as he stared at the bag.

"Well, since you've completely depleted my supply of daggers…" He trailed off, and grabbed a short sword, three hand axes, and a flail of his own.

Once he was done with his selection, Callum tossed the bag on the side of the road, and looked at me expectantly.

"Alright, keep a weapon in your hand at all times. And stay close" He said before picking up a quick paced walk towards the entrance of the mine, not even looking back. Just expecting me to follow. I took a hand axe from my belt and grasped it tightly, taking a quick breath to steady myself and then jogged to catch up with Callum.

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The mine was hotter than before, even a few feet in, I found myself wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. After walking a few minutes in unbearable heat, I took off my shirt and smoothed out my black tank top. As soon as I had thrown my shirt on the ground, a cold draft blew threw the mine- freezing everything instantly. The rocks, the ground, the ceiling and even the entrance were covered in a thick sheet of ice.

"What the hell?" I whispered. Callum looked alarmed, which made me alarmed..

"Shit" he muttered walking back towards the entrance, it was completely frozen over- there was no way out. I shivered, Callum noticed as he walked back towards me.

"Your shirt?" He asked staring ahead at the deeper part of the mine.

"Frozen" I replied bitterly. He nodded determinedly.

"I'm gonna peel the flesh from this guy, when I get my hands on him" He said softly, carefully wringing his hands around his short sword.

"Kill and don't be killed, right?" I said nervously. Callum nodded.

"Good. Because I don't know if you've noticed, but there is a horde of loyal, killing machines heading towards us. And I don't think we're the ones they're loyal to" I added even more nervously, grasping the axe tighter.

Callum managed a murderous smile, and his eyes glowed gold.

"Oh, I noticed"