(A/N) Hey peoples, I know the last two chapters have been kind of dullish, so I hope this one was worth the wait for you all! Please R&R, reviews keep me writing!
The roads were abandoned, it was Christmas, no one was out. Add the icy roads and still falling snow and we ended up with no traffic, the only thing slowing us down was the assortment of traffic lights. I let out a long breath and looked around the car, or, van, as I should have said. It had the front seat, the seats me, Gavner, and Mr. Crepsley were sitting in, and a large open space for a trunk. Looking at Mr. Crepsley exhausted face, his injuries were starting to bother him again, I had an idea.
"Gavner, stand up for a minute." He did, pressing his back against the seat. I helped Mr. Crepsley off the seat, and then crawled back to look at the back of the seat. Success! I found the lever, and with a dull thud the seat fell forward.
"Go back there Larten." Gavner said picking up on my idea. I handed my mentor the backpack full of clothing while he pulled himself into the trunk. Within minutes he was stretched out in the back of the van. He closed his eyes, and his breathing evened out almost instantly. As soon as he was out, I slammed the seat back up to its position and me and Gavner flopped down onto it.
A wave of fatigue came over me, and I realized I hadn't slept in almost two days. Laying my head back on the headrest, my world faded to black.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that it was pitch balck outside, and I could still see everything. The second thing I noticed was that we were not moving. "Evra?" I called, confused and still a bit groggy. No answer.
"Gavner?" I jerked my head sideways; there was no vampire general in the seat next to me.
"Mr. Crepsley?" I turned around, my body going into full panic mode; he was gone, with only the backpack pillow left in the trunk. I was wide awake now, and extremely worried. What was going on?
Without really thinking anything through, I jerked open my car door. It was a blizzard outside, with snow pouring from and in every direction. Even in the blackness of the still night the snow gleamed white, and I scoured my newly sensitive eyes through it, looking for my friends; it was possible that we had only stopped for gas. But that wasn't the case; we were parked in the middle on nowhere. Well, we were wrecked in the middle of nowhere.
Looking back at the car, I saw huge dents in the side. One of them was shaped like a body, and several were shaped like huge fists. They crunched up the metal, and made the passenger door look like a stepped-on aluminum can. I walked around to the front of the car. It looked like two huge hands had gripped the front fender and lifted the car completely off the ground.
I went to turn around and accidentally glanced at the front of my shirt. The entire fornt was covered in blood, in all the places it would have been if someone had stabbed me. I felt my torso, but I wasn't injured, the blood wasn't mine.
What had happened? I couldn't have even begun to guess. The only thing I knew for certain was that I was completely alone in a place that only god knows where. The odds were not in my favor.
I started to lose my head, a million thoughts flew through my brain, each one worst than the last. I couldn't think straight, so I decided to get backing the car, where at least it was warmer that it was out here. I jerked back open my door, and sat back down in my seat.
It was then that I made one more executive decision. One that would have really been considered stupid by anyone with a brain. I grabbed the backpack with all the food and the first-aid kit in it, then leapt out of the car.
I stood around, debating on just what way to go, when I noticed it. It was partially hidden by the new fallen snow, but it still paved a clear path through theslush. The sight of it made my heart jump in my chest, and my blood rush twice as fast.
There, laying in the snow, was a trail of blood. Dark, crimson Vampire Blood.