(A/N) Hi everyone, miss me? I'm joking, and I hope I didn't take too long with this chapter. Oh, and to the negative review I've got, thanks to everyone who stuck up for me, you guys really make me feel better. And to the negative reviewer, I've gotta say you're a complete and utter coward, you sign in, but disable the PM feature. What, afraid I'll bite back after you trash my story?
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~Kickin' it~
My entire body ached with pain, and a groan rumbled from the back of my throat. Only it didn't quite reach the open air, it was muffled by something. A warm object, with a thick, rich liquid streaming from it. It took me a moment to realise it was a wrist, and blood was pouring into my mouth. I tried to move my arms to pry it away, but they were too heavy, like deadweights pinning me down. Jumbled voices and sounds were floating in my head, and I shook it, attempting to clear them.
"Jack?" A worried male's voice cleared up, coming into focus. Roars, clashes and a pair sea blue eyes flashed across my mind like quick film-cuts. A large wolf was wrestling a brown-haired man, and the brown-haired man was winning. I realised it was Jack, and Bailey was the wolf attacking him. "What's happened t-"
"He's gonna be alright." Jack's soft voice sounded stern. His hands lifted my head up, and allowed more blood to flow down my throat. I could tell he was worried, and I wanted to wake up and tell him I was okay, but I couldn't open my eyes. Searing pains spread across my body, and I felt my skin sew itself back together as the blood healed me. Jack still didn't take his wrist away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"Baliey, it's fine." Jack cut him off. "You're just lucky I'm not mad enough at you to drop-kick you out of the window."
"I hope he's alright." Bailey sounded concerned.
"He should be fine, he's had worse injuries before." Jack said. I knew he was talking about the car-crash he rescued me from, although I couldn't remember any of it because of Jack's compulsion. I had - although that was what my Mum had told me when I woke up in the hospital - originally thought I'd been saved by firemen because they had cut me out of the wreckage.
"How'd you know?" Bailey was intrigued. I fought with my eyelids, feeling my eyes move underneath them. I was beginning to get my strength back, and my arms weren't feeling so much like deadweights. I shifted my leg, and felt my drowsy state leave me almost immediately.
"Because I-"
I shot up gasping with open eyes, although the latter was blocked by Jack's wrist. He instantanously got behind me on the bed to support me, and Bailey had, had a look of complete and utter relief across his face. I wormed around awkwardly, trying to find a comfortable position, but every time I did, my bloodstained clothes would move and brush the sticky substance against the bare skin underneath.
"Jerry! Jerry, it's okay, just drink." Jack coaxed me, softly stroking my hair, and wrapping his other arm around my waist. "You lost a lot of blood." He warned me, and I nodded, putting both my hands around Jack's wrist, pushing more blood into my mouth. I whimpered as I felt the large gash that Bailey had torn in my throat heal itself, leaving behind a large sticky spot of blood.
"Shhh..." Jack whispered soothingly. I tried to make myself comfortable, but I couldn't. There was so much blood on me, I thought I was still bleeding.
"I'm just gonna go." Bailey said in an awkward sounded tone and left the room in a hurry. He was probably worried about what Jack would do if he got his hands on him. As strange as it sounded, I didn't - nor was I going to - blame Bailey for attacking me in his wolf form. From the savagery, and the fact that he was trying to attack Jack too, meant that he had virtually no control over what he was doing.
Jack finally pulled his wrist away from my mouth, and I took in a large gasp of air. I turned around in Jack's arms to face him. My mind was a completely jumbled mess, but I could remember everything clearly. "Jack, what happened?"
A look of concern spread across his features. He must have thought I couldn't remember the attack, but I did. I wanted to know what had happened afterwards, when Jack had managed to throw Baliey off me. "You don't remember?"
"No, I-I remember all of it, but-" I took a breath as my throat started aching from the start of a simple sentence. Jack swiped his thumb against my chin, rubbing away the trail of blood there in a single motion. "-I thought Bailey would have ripped me apart."
"He almost did." Jack said honestly, virtually no emotion in his voice. "I'd been feeding you my blood since the moment I could knock him out, up to a few seconds ago."
I turned around too sharply, and pain shot through my entire body. I felt completely numb, but I wasn't. If I was, I wouldn't have felt any pain. Jack blurred in front of me, catching me as I fell forwards. I landed safely in his arms, and he held me up on my feet, supporting all my weight.
"Easy, just go steady." Jack moved his hands up to gently grip my forearms. "You'll ache for a while."
"Why did Bailey attack me?" I asked.
Jack looked guilty for a split second, and then his face turned emotionless again. "He was going for me, but he could probably smell me on you."
I leaned forward and sniffed him. My brow crinkled in confusion, he smelled like a normal person. "You smell fine." I stated.
"Not to a werewolf." Jack explained. "Vampires smell like death and decay to them."
Something sparked in my mind, and it began organizing itself. Vampires... Werewolves... Slayers... Rudy... Attack. Attack! "So, what are we gonna do about Rudy?" I asked hurriedly.
"Bailey's pack called him last night, and they're only a few miles away." Jack told me. I knew we were going to need all the help we were going to get. "We'll just go to school until Bailey gives me a call, and then we'll all meet in the field on the edge of town."
"Rudy's agreed to-"
"No, it was my idea." Jack cut me off. "He wants to try and kill me, he can do it where it won't be noticed, because it'd create a big mess for any non-supernatural types here."
"Jack?" I'd suddenly thought about him feeding me his blood. "If I died, I'd come back, wouldn't I?"
"Yes." Jack nodded. "But that's why I want you hiding." He wanted me hiding, while he, Bailey and his pack risked their lives for me? I knew how to fight against slayers, that was how I trained to fight vampires when I was under Rudy's wing. I knew Jack and Bailey were strong, and there were other werewolves on their way here, but would it be enough?
I shook my head. "But I can't just stand there like a damsel in distress while you and Bailey do all the work." I said, folding my arms, an ache shooting through me.
Jack's determined look faltered, and he gave over. "Alright, you can protect yourself if any slayers come for you, but you're mostly going to stay out of it, okay?" He looked at me expectantly.
"Why? I'd be able to come back-"
"But it's not what you want, is it?" He cut me off a second time. Becoming a vampire was better than dying and staying dead, but I had no idea what it entailed. I'd only been sent to kill them, not become one. It was risky, joining the battle with Jack's blood in my system, but in my opinion, it was less risky than me fighting without Jack's blood in my system. With it in me, I had a fail-proof guarentee that I'd come back to life.
"I don't know."
"Exactly, I'd rather give you time to think, rather than springing on you." Jack smiled at me, releasing my forearms. I was still sore all over, but I didn't think I was going to fall over any time soon. I caught a quick glance at the clock behind Jack's head, and we had an hour and a half to get to school, asuming Jack was going and not waiting around for Bailey's pack.
"I think I'm gonna go grab a shower before school." I said, walking towards the door.
"Sure. I'm gonna go and beat Bailey up." Jack said. At this point, I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"It was an accident." I reasoned with him.
"I'm joking." He chuckled, and then his expression became stoic again. "Okay, I'm a little serious."
I chuckled back, rolling my eyes. I walked into the bathroom, and locked the door behind me. I laid a towel down on the floor, and reached inside the shower to turn the dial. As the water streamlined out, I stripped my bloody clothes off and stepped inside, making sure it wasn't too hot. I hissed in pain as the water burned against my healed gashes, and I turned the temperature down even more. It was a lot colder than I was used to, but it felt better than having burning cuts.
Blood dripped off my body, and tainted the water a sickly shade of dark red. I bit my lip and gently rubbed at the tender scars from Bailey's bites. I had them literally everywhere on my body, and I was amazed Jack managed to get to me before I bled out completely, or I was dead.
I finished showering as quickly as I could, and dried off in seconds. I turned the shower off, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked across the landing and into my room. I snapped the towel off, and grabbed a pair of boxers from the drawer.
There was a knock at the door, and Bailey's voice sounded from behind it. "Jerry? You decent?"
I quickly searched the drawer for a pair of jeans and hopped into them. "If you count shirtless, then yeah."
The door opened, and Bailey stood there, scanning me over for injuries. He looked relieved as he could only see the scars. If he'd seen me when I was bloodstained, it would have looked a lot worse than it actually was. "Look, I'm really sorry about last night, I-"
"Bailey, it's fine." I cut him off reassuringly, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over my head. "Jack healed me, I'm fine."
It was silent for a moment before Bailey broke it. "I really thought I'd killed you."
"So did I." I admitted, packing my school books into my bag.
"So, we're cool?" Bailey asked, nervously twiddling his neckerchief. "You're not gonna wanna kill me in my sleep or anything?" He checked.
I chuckled and a grin spread across my face. "Nah, I'll leave that to Jack."
"Couldn't you just do it?" He asked, paling slightly. I found it hilarious that, even if something was a joke and Jack was mentioned, that Bailey always seemed to get scared. I couldn't blame him, he was extremely scary when I'd first met him. Or rather, the second time, but I called it the first time since I couldn't remember the real first time, so I wasn't sure if it counted.
"So when's your pack getting here?" I asked him, breaking myself from my muddled mess of thoughts.
"A few minutes." Bailey affirmed. "Hopefully we should all be able to turn before the battle, so we're gonna give ourselves some time." He said. I felt guilty in an instant, all this was happening because of me, and Bailey and his pack could get hurt. Even Jack, and he was a hybrid.
"What are they like?" I asked.
"You'll find out when they get here." He smirked. As if on cue, the front door burst open, and loud howls were heard.
"Wolves in the house!" A mixture of voices called. Bailey chuckled at my expression which seemed to have formed with me knowing.
"Yeah, they aren't the most subtlest of people." Bailey laughed, absent-mindedly scratching at his hair. "Come on." I followed him across the landing, and down the stairs. Four people were stood at the foot of the stairs. I had no idea where Jack was, and I had no idea why I felt so worried. It wasn't like Rudy was hiding in the cereal cabinet.
"Bailey!" They all cheered as they spotted him. There were two girls, both brunettes, and two boys, one a dark-skinned boy, and the other was a pasty color with dark auburn hair.
"Hey guys." Bailey waved at them. "This is Jerry, Jerry this is-"
"I'm Mika." One of the brown-haired girls had elbowed her way through the cluster of people, and extended her hand. "Nice to meet you." I shook her hand and smiled at her. The other brown-haired girl pushed her away from me.
"Mika give over, he's taken." She told her, then she turned to me. "Sorry about that, she has little to no impulse control. I'm Kylie, by the way."
"Hi." I smiled at her.
"And him over there is Eddie, he's a bit of a greedy guts." She pointed a finger at the dark-skinned boy, then she pointed to the one with the dark aburn hair. "And that one's Milton, he's the smartest one out of all of us. And I take it you've already met Bailey." She asked.
"Yeah." I nodded. "So, do you guys all know Jack?"
"Yeah, he used to run with our pack a few hundred years ago, and then he got bored." Kylie told me. "Safe to say he's not anymore." She looked at me with a naughty glint in her eye. I fought to keep my blush from forming.
"Hey, Jerry we've gotta get to school." Jack's voice sounded, and all the werewolves' eyes lit up.
"Not before giving me a hug you aren't." Kylie extended her arms, and he chuckled, hugging her back. They looked to be the closest of the werewolves, second to Bailey and Jack.
"Kylie. My favourite female werewolf." Jack complimented her once they broke away from the hug.
"Oh stop..." She blushed a shade of red, and twirled a ringlet on the tip of her index finger.
Jack chuckled again, and he looked at the clock behind Eddie's head. We had ten minutes to get to school.
"Come on!" I grabbed his wrist. We had Chemistry first, and if we were late, the teacher - or as everyone nicknamed her: The Dragon - would kill us.
"Have fun guys!" Jack called on his way out the door.
"Wow, it's like one big family reunion in there." I commented as the sound of laughter resonated around the neighbourhood. Jack and I walked down the street, not hurrying, but picking up the pace a little.
"You think there's a lot of them?" Jack asked me, sounding somewhat incredulous. "You should have seen the pack I ran into in the Applachian Mountains. There was about three generations of families. Grandma's, Grandpa's, Mum's, Dad's, Aunt's, Uncles, et cetera, et cetera."
"Are you sure we can win this?" I asked nervously.
"Course we can." Jack rubbed my shoulder comfortingly. It was odd that I was the most worried about all this, when I wasn't going to be participating as much as Jack, Baliey, Mika, Kylie, Eddie and Milton were. "Milton may not look like much, but he can kick some serious ass in his wolf form."
"So who's the strongest out of the pack?" I asked curiously.
"It's similar to vampires, the older you are, the stronger you are." Jack explained. "So, Bailey's the oldest - not counting me from when I was with them - Kylie's next, then Mika and Eddie joined about the same time, and they're the same age, and Milton's the youngest. But he's smart, so he's valuable."
I smiled at Jack and kept walking. I just hoped it would be enough.
~Kickin' it~
"Mr. Martinez and Mr. Anderson!" Our chemistry teacher's voice screeched into the classroom, startling many students. "Would it kill either of you to pay attention!" She yelled.
"Well I-" Jack began, I snickered.
"Don't sass me, boy." She cut him off. "I'm older than you, wiser than you, and have been around longer than you."
"And she's definetely uglier than me." Jack whispered not-so-discreetly in my ear. I snorted back my laughter. He really had no respect whatsoever for people who told him what to do. I still didn't understand why he was still coming to school with me, he'd already gotten under my skin, and he was older than all the teachers together. Even Mr. Clementine, who was retiring in a few weeks.
"What was that, Mr Anderson?" She narrowed her eyes at us. "I have ears like a hawk."
"If you did, why did you ask me what I just said?" He asked her coolly. Her eyes narrowed further, and the slits became lines, her eyes barely visible. She didn't like Jack, and he didn't like her.
"Just shut up and get on with your work!" She exploded at him. Everyone in the class was laughing, and staring at Jack in wonder.
"Yes, Sir." Jack chuckled, grabbing his pen and writing down on the sheet. I looked at it for the first time - I'd been too wrapped up in talking to Jack about the slayers to care about it - and I saw a twenty-questions quiz.
"I am a woman-" She began in a rage, Jack cut her off with a savvy remark.
"Are you sure about that?" The class burst into laughter, and the teacher flushed a dark shade of red. She returned to her desk, all-but throwing the chair into the wall, before she sat down, pulling herself towards her desk. She muttered to herself as she typed on the keyboard, no doubt emaling the Principal about Jack's behaviour.
"Ha, hybrid one, teacher, zero." Jack celebrated with a little grin. He jumped a little, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"It's Bailey." He told me in a hushed whisper, pressing the green button and silencing the vibrations. "Yeah?" He whispered into the phone, bending down under the desk to talk without the teacher noticing him. I pretended to be doing my work, while I listened intently.
"Rudy's almost here, and everyone's managing to turn." I heard Bailey's normal-frequency voice through the phone. Luckily, the classroom's general chatter shielded it well enough.
"Alright, Jerry and I'll be there soon." Jack whispered back. I cringed as I heard a loud high-pitched scream. "Bailey, tell Kylie to take it easy."
"Kylie? She's already turned, that was Milton." Bailey repiled, and I could practically hear the grin in his voice. Jack sniggered quietly into the phone, cupping the side of his mouth so no-one heard him.
"See you soon." He hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He looked at me before packing his things away. He crumpled up his worksheet and stuffed it into his bag.
"Come on. All of them have managed to change, that should give Bailey enough time before we get there." Jack stood up, and everyone was looking at us.
"Alright." I stood up and followed him to the door. People were "ooohhh'ing" and yelling at Miss that we were leaving. Jack didn't care, and right now, neither did I. Jack opened the door to the classroom, and a voice interrupted us.
"Hey!"
We turned around to see Miss staring at us angrily, especially Jack. "Where do you two think you're going?"
"Dentists." Jack lied quickly, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the classroom and down the corridors.
Once we were out of earshot from the classroom, Jack slowed his pace down, and let go of my wrist.
"Really? Dentists!?" I asked with a snicker. He was the oldest person alive, and he couldn't come up with a better lie!?
"Oh I'll compel her later." Jack brushed it off, pushing open the double doors and walking out into the school's car park. "Or eat her." He said with an ominous voice, and I had a feeling he wasn't joking.
"If we live." I muttered under my breath.
"Oh stop being cynical." Jack scolded me, his vampire hearing catching it. I felt like I had the right, we were practically diving to our possible deaths after all.
~Kickin' it~
"Bailey?" Jack called when we got to the field. "Bailey?" I looked around, and a large chesnut-haired wolf emerged from the bushes. I noticed how still and calm he was, as opposed to last night, where he was rabid and out of control.
He barked quietly, and four more wolves appeared, being all different shades of brown, except the fourth one at the end. It was dark auburn, and I recognised him as Milton. Kylie and Mika were two brown-haired ones, and Eddie was the darker brown one. And, like Bailey, they also had their human eye color, but the whites of their eyes were black.
"How's he not attacking you?" I asked Jack.
"He's not in pain and doesn't need an outlet." He explained. His head twitched slightly, and his eyes widened. "Rudy's here. Guys, hide behind that hill!"
At his words, the wolves leapt over a large bank, and disappeared from sight. Jack tugged me over behind a large oak tree, and hid me from view. I felt nervous, but determined.
"Woah, there's about fifty, give or take a few."
This time, it was my turn to widen my eyes. "Fifty!?"
"But they're going up against five werewolves." Jack pointed out, and he was right. They were almost as tall as Jack when they were on all fours, and I'd witnessed some of what Bailey could do last night, but I knew I was about to see the full extent soon. "And me."
"Be careful." I told him.
"I will be." Jack smiled at me. He went absolutely still, and I peeked out from behind the tree. Slayers were creeping onto the field from all corners. Rudy was leading them, wielding a deadly looking crossbow.
Panic automatically took over my body - I had no weapon, and I wouldn't be able to duck in time if a stake was fired at me. If I was lucky, I wouldn't get caught, but I knew from experience, I'd have to anticipate every possible move or scenario.
"Come out, come out wherever you are..." Rudy sang, looking around the silent field.
"Here we go..." Jack whispered. He waited as they got closer and closer to the center of the field. He moved closer to the bank. "Bailey, now!"
Defeaning roars filled the air, and several large shapes momentarily blocked out the sun. The wolves landed on the field, and I saw Rudy's eyes widen into a look of horror and confusion. Clearly he had just been expecting Jack to show up. Slayers screamed and the wolves howled triumphantly as several limbs flew through the air. They ran off, splitting up to take more on. I smiled at how they could work alone, but were still a team.
"That took 'em by surprise." Jack snickered in my ear. A twig snapped behind us, and we whirled around, coming face-to-face with a slayer. He pointed a crossbow at Jack.
"Rudy, there's one over-"
Jack wasted no time, and rushed forward in a blur, streamlining through the air. He stopped suddenly as a stake was fired into his shoulder. He chuckled darkly, looking from the stake, to the slayer who was shaking with fright. Jack pulled it out of his shoulder, and rushed towards the slayer again, viciously ramming it into his throat.
As he fell to the ground, choking and gasping, he desperately clawed at the stake which was ending his life. Blood spurted from the edges of his neck the stake had penetrated. Jack reached down and grabbed his crossbow.
He walked back over to me, and handed it to me. "Here, you'll need it." He said.
"Thanks." I loaded up another stake, and pulled the string behind it, securing it in place. I kept it by my side, gripping it tightly.
"Just stay here, okay?" Jack looked like he was about to leap into the field, but he was waiting for my reply. Bailey, Mika, Kylie, Eddie and Milton were struggling, so I wasn't going to keep him waiting any longer.
"I promise."
Leaves rustled behind us, and Jack turned around. His hybrid visage appeared, and I held up my stake gun. There were eight slayers pointing their weapons at him, I couldn't recognise anyone I knew, and I came to the conclusion that Rudy had recruited anyone. Their stakes were sharp, and deadly looking, I knew Jack was fast, but was he that fast?
I snapped out of my thoughts just in time to duck, as Jack threw a limp slayer towards me. He smashed into the oak tree, and rolled on the ground. His neck had been savagely ripped open. Jack was covered in blood; his lips and jaw were stained, and flecks covered his face. I was a little shocked, it was only the first slayer, and there was seven left.
Jack growled, and slammed a slayer violently to the ground - I felt it shake slightly under my feet - as he leapt for him. Another advanced forward, and Jack spun around almost instantaneously, jumping higher than the slayer. He pinned him to the ground, grinding him into the grass, leaving a long, deep gouge in the mud. Once they were still, Jack didn't hesitate to snap his neck like a twig.
War raged literally all around me, Jack was fighting the slayers over by us, and Bailey and his pack looked like they had their work cut out for them. Yelps shattered the air, and I desperately wished in that moment I wasn't human so I could rush over and help them. I eyed my crossbow, and an idea flickered on in my brain, if I couldn't help Bailey and the others out, I could make sure Jack got over there fast enough.
I fired a warning shot at a slayer as he was about to attack Jack, and he was completely caught off guard. Jack turned around in time, and swung his fist towards the slayers head, severing it from his body. One more came, and the other three were frozen in place, too scared to move.
Jack snarled in annoyance as a stake was shot into his stomach. Ignoring it completely, he tackled the slayer to the ground. They both tumbled, and Jack was hissing and snarling, and snapping with his formidable fangs. He threw the boy off of him, and then leapt into the air, grabbing him by the neck.
Once they was back on the ground, Jack brought his other hand to the boy's shuddering waist, and literally ripped him in half. Blood spattered all over Jack's body, and the ground. I swallowed hard at the expression on his bloodstained face. He seemed more like his old self, the cruel vindictive vampire who didn't care who he hurt. I then had to remind myself that they were one in the same, and Jack's enthrallment in killing was more imminent than I remembered.
Jack's attacks only seemed to get more and more violent as heads rolled and blood repeatedly painted both his clothes, exposed skin and the ground around him. If I wasn't so used to the smell of blood, I would have been sick by now. The rich, metallic scent was impregnanted into the air.
I watched impassively, as the last remaining three remaining slayers advanced on Jack. Two were weaponless, and looked extremely over-confident. I knew from the look in Jack's eyes, and his posture that he was planning something. The weaponless two rushed at him, and Jack didn't react. They wrestled his arms behind his back, and the third one, raised a stake above his head.
As it was shooting down through the air, Jack used to other two slayers' weight as leverage, and pushed himself off the ground. His legs latched onto the slayer's neck, and the stake embedded itself in his leg. The slayer wrestled with Jack's legs, but he wasn't giving up. A sudden jerk of his limbs had the third slayer headless.
He spun out of the last two slayers' grips, and landed on his feet. I watched as one fell through the air, and Jack sped towards him. He reached his arm up, and slammed him down into the mud, punching a hand into his ribcage, and pulling out his heart. The last slayer left - down by us - looked at Jack, and raised his fists in a feeble form of defence. I knew he had no chance whatsoever, and I wasn't surprised as soon as Jack leapt forward and tore his fangs into his neck.
Jack recoiled with a very bloody smirk, and dropped the slayer's dead body on the floor. He walked over to me, and I tried not to flinch at all the blood staining him. Wordlessly, I bent down and pulled the stake from his leg, watching the hole disappear. Jack smiled at me, and pulled the one from his stomach.
He gave them both to me, and I kept them as ammunition. He looked like he wanted to say something to me, but a loud yelp distracted us. I turned towards the source, and I saw Bailey being cornered by a bank, and a stake was in his already-mutilated paw. His pack was either too far away, or precoupied with their own band of slayers. Dead bodies littered the ground, but the living ones seemed to multiply.
"Bailey!" Jack leapt on top of the bank, looking worriedly at his old friend. "I have to go help him." His tone left no room for further disscussion, and his bones began to crack, dis-forming him. Jack was almost to his knees, and covered in black hair. He shot forward in a tremendous leap, finishing off his transformation in mid-air.
A large - much larger than Bailey and his pack - wolf stood where Jack should have landed. It was truly formidable to realise I'd now seen every single side of him. Jack roared and ran towards Bailey, his vicious jaws tearing into the slayers' skin. I winced and hid behind the tree as their screams all-but shattered my ear drums.
I poked my head out curiously, and Jack was nuzzling at Bailey's side, urging him onto his feet. The chesnut-colored wolf whined in pain, and Jack gently pulled the stake out with his teeth, crushing it between them. More and more slayers seemed to amass, particularly around Mika, and Jack leapt off towards her, while Bailey turned his focus towards Milton and Kylie. Eddie seemed to be handling his corner well, as he blended in with a majority of the trees surrounding the field.
Bodies were ripped apart, blood was flying through the air, and triumphant sounding howls filled the air. It finally seemed like Jack, Baliey and the others were gaining the upper-hand. I looked around nervously, tightening my grip on the crossbow. I hadn't seen Rudy since the wolves ambushed them at the start of the battle.
I noticed all the werewolves had banded together. Jack and Bailey were stood next to each other, Kylie and Mika were together, and Eddie and Milton were fighting with well-timed teamwork. It looked as if we were going to win this, with a minor count of supernatural entity casulties.
"Jerry!?" My eyes widened and I whirled around with my crossbow. It was Rudy.
"Rudy..." I whispered in shock. I hadn't seen him in what felt like, and probably was, months. He looked like he hadn't even been particpating in the battle. I held my crossbow at him as he scanned the slashed bodies around him.
"What are you doing here? I thought Jack would have locked you up or..." His voice trailed off, and he looked down at the ground. I swallowed hard, but kept up my resolve.
"Rudy?" I asked him hesitantly. He looked from the bodies, to my crossbow, and then my face. His eyes lit up, and then his expression turned angry. I didn't like where this was going.
"You're with him, aren't you?" He concluded in a tone that didn't sound like a question.
"Rudy please-" I began to explain, lowering my crossbow a little, but Rudy strode towards me. I gripped it tightly.
"He's a monster Jerry!" He spat. "Look at what he's done to you!" He motioned frantically to my body, and I realised he was talking about the scars Bailey's attack had left me. All the ones from Jack's attacks, were gone and nothing but a memory. "He's turned you against us!"
"Well then why did you send me to kill him?" I asked, my voice shaking with supressed rage. Neither of us would have been here if he hadn't sent me to kill Jack. His life, and Bailey and his pack's lives were in danger because of Rudy. And right now, so was I. It looked like I was on my own, the wolves were too occupied. "You knew I wouldn't be able to."
"You were the best choice." Rudy shrugged like it was no big deal, and fury burned inside me. If I was Jack, I would have killed him on the spot. But I wasn't Jack, I was human. Then something registered in my brain, I was human, an ex-slayer, and with Jack. I immeadiately thought of my Dad, and the car crash Rudy had orchestrated.
"But now you know what has to happen."
"No, please, I'll-" I began to plead, but Rudy had already jammed a stake into my stomach. I looked down in utter shock as blood started staining my shirt, and dripping to the ground. I looked back up at Rudy, betrayal was in my eyes, and no remorse were in his. They looked triumphant.
"Goodbye Jerry." He twisted it in further, and I fell to my knees. Pain exploded throughout my body, and I dropped onto my side. I rapidly twisted at the stake, trying to pull it from my stomach, but it was in too deep. I groaned softly as my head hit the ground, and my vision blurred. Rudy was now turned around, and loud growling could be heard.
The last thing I saw before my vision faded to black, was two wolves, one chesnut-colored, and one midnight black, launching themselves on Rudy's body.
~Kickin' it~
I felt a huge breath burst from my lips and my eyes shot open. I sat up and looked around. The room was dimly lit. It felt ironic, I had been met with darkness, and how I was sitting in darkness. My stomach was burning with an intense hunger. It didn't even feel like hunger, it felt like a raging wildfire. What was going on?
"Jerry!?" Bailey's voice appeared beside me, and I clawed for him frantically. His non-bandaged hand wrapped around my shoulders. I looked around in my blurred vision, and I realised I was in Jack's room. My head suddenly spun and panic filled me. Where was Jack? Was he okay? Was anyone alright except for me and Bailey?
"My head..." I groaned out loud as Bailey gently pulled me into a sitting position, his sea blue eyes shining with some type of emotion I couldn't place. I wanted Jack, I needed him here. I needed to know he was okay.
"Yeah, it will for a while." Bailey whispered quietly, tilting my head to face him. I felt like I had a concussion, only it was amplified. What had happened to me? Had I fainted at school during disection in Science?
"Where's Jack?" I asked desperately, hating the fact there was a large hole in my memory. "And what do you mean "a while". What happened?" Nothing made any sense, I woke up in Jack's bedroom, with Bailey beside me instead of Jack, and I'd had a dream about the car crash my Dad had died in, and Jack was in it.
"You don't remember?" Bailey asked worriedly.
A loud scream burst through the house, and I jumped, clutching the blanket which was draped over my body. I felt oddly small and powerless.
"I had to do it Jack!" An extremely familiar male voice yelled in pain. I knew I'd heard it before, but I couldn't remember where. I closed my eyes briefly, and I was pulled under again...
"Rudy?" I asked him hesitantly. He looked from the bodies, to my crossbow, and then my face. His eyes lit up, and then his expression turned angry. I didn't like where this was going.
"You're with him, aren't you?" He concluded in a tone that didn't sound like a question.
"Rudy please-" I began to explain, lowering my crossbow a little, but Rudy strode towards me. I gripped it tightly.
"He's a monster Jerry!" He spat. "Look at what he's done to you!" He motioned frantically to my body, and I realised he was talking about the scars Bailey's attack had left me. All the ones from Jack's attacks, were gone and nothing but a memory. "He's turned you against us!"
"Well then why did you send me to kill him?" I asked, my voice shaking with supressed rage. Neither of us would have been here if he hadn't sent me to kill Jack. His life, and Bailey and his pack's lives were in danger because of Rudy. And right now, so was I. It looked like I was on my own, the wolves were too occupied. "You knew I wouldn't be able to."
"You were the best choice." Rudy shrugged like it was no big deal, and fury burned inside me. If I was Jack, I would have killed him on the spot. But I wasn't Jack, I was human. Then something registered in my brain, I was human, an ex-slayer, and with Jack. I immeadiately thought of my Dad, and the car crash Rudy had orchestrated.
"But now you know what has to happen."
"No, please, I'll-" I began to plead, but Rudy had already jammed a stake into my stomach. I looked down in utter shock as blood started staining my shirt, and dripping to the ground. I looked back up at Rudy, betrayal was in my eyes, and no remorse were in his. They looked triumphant.
"Goodbye Jerry." He twisted it in further, and I fell to my knees. Pain exploded throughout my body, and I dropped onto my side. I rapidly twisted at the stake, trying to pull it from my stomach, but it was in too deep. I groaned softly as my head hit the ground, and my vision blurred. Rudy was now turned around, and loud growling could be heard.
The last thing I saw before my vision faded to black, was two wolves, one chesnut-colored, and one midnight black, launching themselves on Rudy's body.
I stayed silent for a moment, processing what I had just seen. Everything came rushing back to me all at once. There had been a battle between Jack, Bailey, his werewolf pack, and Rudy and all his slayers.
Rudy? My face contorted into a look of confusion as I thought back to the flashback I'd just had. He'd killed me, but how was I alive? Then I remembered this morning after Bailey had gotten loose and attacked me in his wolf form, and Jack fed me his blood. My eyes widened and it hit me full force like a ton of bricks.
I was in transition.
~Kickin' it~
(A/N) So, did ya like it? I hope you did, and I had alot of fun writing this chapter, especially the fight scenes! And remember, I'll need over 127 reviews for an update. See you on the flipside guys.
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