Chapter Six
Cameron moved away from me,
letting me guide him to the floor. My
hands held him tight while he slowly dropped down. My heart hurt the moment his eyes found mine. His lips silently told me that he was
sorry. Then he quickly fell
asleep. I felt horrible for the first
few seconds, until I remembered he was a werewolf. He'd hurt for about two days, then get over it. Thank God. But, it's still the idea. Isaiah
hurt him. Hurt him because he was
trying to save me. Fuck. I've got to get out of here. I reached down to my pants to see if my gun
was there. No. They took it. How was I supposed to get out of here alive? Isn't this great? The first day I decide to go without knives is the day I need
them more than anything. Well not as
much as a gun, but you know.
My hands searched the sidewalls
hoping to find a light switch. If I
find a light switch and they see the light is on, would they come get us? No doubt. Alright, I'll leave the light off. So what now? Keep searching.
Somewhere in here should be a
washing and drying machine. This is the
utility room, right?
I walked back over to
Cameron. I knelt down and touched his
face. "Baby, is this the utility
room?"
His right eye was the only one to
open. His voice came out sounding like
he was hammered with liquor. "Yeah."
"Is there a window in
here?"
He raised his right arm into the
air pointing it in back of me. I kissed
his forehead, telling him to go back to sleep. I slowly walked over to the window with my arms outstretched to make
sure I didn't hit anything. My fingers
were the first to catch hold of the dryer. I smiled thinking about how human that is. My hands searched some more to find a washing machine. Good.
"Cameron you got a match or
lighter?"
I tried to concentrate on the
darkness, but it didn't work. Cameron's
voice guided me.
"Yes. It's in my right pocket."
I walked over to him again. I knelt down. Searching his stomach, accidentally touching his umm.. package. I threw my arms back, and then went in again. I reached further down, touching a hole. It was the opening of his pocket. Thank God. I reached deep into it, pulling out some matches. Yes, even better.
"Cameron, in a few minutes
you'll have to get up."
He nodded at me. I patted his stomach, turned around, and
went back to the washing machine. I
opened the pack of matches, thanking God it was full. I sparked a light, put it in my hand, and searched the room. There in the corner was a gas heater. I dropped down to my knees and started
fumbling with the knob. If I turn it on
full blast, releasing the most amount of gas I could, I could blow the place
up. I immediately pressed my hands up
to my face. I looked back above me to
find a window. I climbed on top of the
washing machine and opened it. It was
wide enough for both of us. Good. I stepped back onto the ground. I walked back to Cameron. I grabbed hold of him, trying to get him to
move before the gas got to me. He was
barely moving. I knew his left leg had
to be broken. I stepped over to his
left side and held him up. We both went
stumbling over to the washing machine. Hey,
at least we made it. I caught hold of
Cameron's butt and tried to pry him over the machine. He slowly made progress.
My heart began to pound inside my
ears when I heard footsteps. I jumped
up on the washing machine with Cameron and tried to force him through the
window. The steps were coming closer,
so very close. My pulse was like a
tidal wave in my ears. My adrenaline
kicked in. I took Cameron's legs and
pushed his entire body in through the window. He fell hard outside on the pavement. Oh well. I quickly followed him
yelling up a storm at the steps. They
came closer and closer to us. The knob
began to turn when I lit up the match. I threw it into the room and jumped down to safety. The blast made my body bounce up against the
bushes in front of the battered old house. I remember seeing Cameron's body go completely limp before he hit a
tree. I also remember hearing the
shrieks of dying vampires. Their true
vampire hands were clawing through the window. Ha, they died screaming. Death is
such sweet revenge.