"What the f-" gasped Shaya, her eyes widening as the now familiar fear shot through her once again. Twisting in her seat to stare in astonishment at the lethal blond currently cradling what appeared to be a very broken nose.
So that's where he got to. Why the little shit.
"Ow..." muttered the beautiful stranger, tentatively taking his hands away from his nose ignoring the blood streaming down his chin and twitching it ever so slightly. Wincing quite severely at the pain this action brought on he looked up at the brunette shrinking away from him.
"Bloody hell. Jesus. Ow. Why the fuck did you do that?" he growled at her.
Amazement filled Shaya's face as her jaw dropped in disbelief at the gall of this person. Now she was getting really angry.
"Why the fuck do you think? Not everyone reacts well to an extra passenger they didn't know they had, especially one this stupid." She shot back, sarcasm etched deeply into each word, temporarily replacing her sudden rush of fear.
Knowing that he had the time to dally with her, again noting her extensive injuries, he launched into the defensive of his intelligence.
She ignored his ramblings, heart pounding as Shaya discarded many hopeless plans at escape; he appeared to be a vampire, not someone she could escape easily with her leg and what felt like a broken wrist.
"How the fuck can you call me stupid? I got in your bloody vermin contraption didn't I, whereas you had to use the keys." he muttered, stemming the blood flow with his shirt.
A light bulb exploded in Shaya head as she remembered the arrow that had once been in her leg, it had not poisoned her being wood, but it would poison the blond. Flexing her fingers, whilst keeping a steady eye trained on the blond she inched her hand towards the left over piece of arrow that had been thrown on the passenger seat. Grabbing the wood and snatching it up she stabbed out at the blond.
Having caught the trail of the girls' thoughts the blond dodged her makeshift weapon quite easily and sighed. He admired her ferocity and willpower, a tendril of compassion threatening to swamp him, before he impatiently shoed the thoughts away.
Locking his eyes with Shaya his teeth began to extend, gleaming white and indenting his lower lip.
Watching the scene before her in detached fright Shaya distantly thought that she would die how she had fought so tirelessly against in the past. How her friends had suffered and died.
Memories came rushing at her, ones she had tried so hard to suppress. People, faces, smiles, pain. One particular face stood out apart from all of the others. She remembered him like the back of her hand, her best friend of seventeen years, cruelly ripped from the world and from her.
Nausea rose up in her throat as she fought the memory pulling at her consciousness, wanting, pleading to be seen.
"What the f-" the blond uttered, echoing Shaya's words from only a few minutes previous.
The dark haired girl had broken into a cold sweat and began to shake. Confusion lit up his face, before a slow realisation set in. She must be using her powers. He frowned, for how could she conjure them up if she did not know that these powers existed inside her?
Sighing, the job was obviously going to be more difficult than planned, though he had dealt with a witch before.
The dark haired girl resurfaced from her dizziness, blinking the memories away as a more important urgency rose in her fore mind.
The blond.
Closing her eyes on a filth blink she swayed again, this time in pretence and listened. He sighed softly. Confusion welled up in her. Why on earth had he not attacked her? What was he waiting for? Never one to turn down a perfect opportunity, she swayed in larger circles leaning further and further into the door.
On a particular large sway her hand shot out to grasp the door handle and push it open. In one fluid motion she shot out the door and began to stumble away from the car.
"Shit, shit, shit." she mumbled and began to run as best she could with her injuries, still grasping her make shift weapon.
The blond merely watched the girl for a moment, startled at her sly nature and her resolve to carry on and keep running.
He climbed into the front seat and stepped out of the car slowly. Shaya wasn't going anywhere faster than he.
"You can't keep running, you know that." He called after her, not the least surprised when she didn't bother to acknowledge him or the fact that he had spoken to her. "If you stop I'll make it less painful."
Snorting to herself at the extents this lazy vampire was going to she concentrated on her injuries, willing them to just dull in the pain, just for a minute to allow her to concentrate.
Still walking she shut her eyes and began to picture a large black bird of prey in her minds eye; the glistening feathers, sly beady eyes and sharp deadly beak. Falling into this trance she relaxed as she felt her muscles rearrange, rippling over her body causing her to fall on her hands and knees as her fingers turned into talons, her shoulders fell and her eyes grew black.
The blond watched in horror and fascination as the dark haired girl rippled and shimmered in front of his eyes to appear as a large black bird of prey. Panic rose in him as she began to stretch out her limbs, for the girl had shifted, which should be impossible due to the extent of her injuries.
Lifting her face up to the sky Shaya, now a giant falcon spread her wings and flew into the sky. She knew she didn't have enough strength to pull this off and fly out of here home-free or she would have just flown when her pursuers first arrived at the hotel, but she did take a chance on fooling this young vampire. Circling she flew up into the sky and down the road until she could no longer be seen.
"Fuck!" shouted the blond, screwing his face up in anger as he watched the massive bird of prey slowly float out of his view. He had lost sight of her. And not completed his mission. "Fuck it."
Kicking at the ground in his anger and shouting curses he made his way back down the road to the direction of the hotel.
Shaya circled back, careful to stay high in the sky no matter the effort it took her and watched as the young vampire shouted and cursed in his rage as he walked back in the direction of the hotel and away from her.
Relief flooded her exhausted body as she took to the heights once again and circled back in the opposite direction of the blond. She flew for a while, wanting to cover as much distance in this form before her body could no longer keep her in the air. Slowly she swooped to the ground, careful of her injuries as she landed. Shifting back into her human body fatigue drowned her senses as she passed out in the road.
"Shaya, Shaya! Come on." Called a rich voice from somewhere behind her. Peaking out from under her covers she groaned and rolled away from the light now streaming into her flat.
"Sod off." She mumbled, intent on going back to sleep.
A low chuckle played through the room as her covers were brutally taken from her warm bed. Gasping at the sudden awakening she shivered and made a snatch for her blue duvet in the hand of a laughing boy.
Darting out of her reach he smiled down at her and trailed the covers behind him as he left the room.
That git Shaya thought and reluctantly stretched and clambered from her bed. After a shower she changed and made her way into her kitchen.
Her jaw dropped at the state of the room in shock. It appeared as if a fierce struggle had taken place yet she had heard no sound of one. Blood droplets swam on the floor, mixing with cereal scattered from a dropped box.
The laughing boy of a few minutes ago was no where to be seen.
Shaya woke with a start, breathing fast as she pulled herself from the memory, the day this had begun exactly three weeks ago. Hyperventilating in shock her stomach clenched and for the second time she emptied the contents of her stomach on the road.
Squeezing her eyes shut Shaya attempted to steady out her breathing pattern. The fear rose in her gut once more as the echoes of the memory rose in her mind. Her friend had disappeared that day and hadn't been seen since. They had been targeted she was sure, but unsure as to why only Carl had been taken and not her also. For this was the second thing she was certain of, the fight had been over Carl wanting to warn her, wanting to protect her some how from the people he knew nothing of. Only that they were deadly.
A tear trickled down her face and dropped onto the ground.
Blinking away the sudden rush of emotion and forcefully pushing back the memory Shaya sighed softly, knowing she must keep moving. Feeling slightly less exhausted after her body had forced her to recuperate here on the pavement well into the night she glanced at the dark sky. Judging by the moon it appeared to be just after 3am.
Rolling onto her side she winced, her injuries were still as painful as before, even after her small recuperation period. Sucking in her lips and chewing gently on them she made to stand up.
Creeping stealthily along the road she reached her car and looked warily inside. Seeing nothing apparently out of the ordinary she assumed correctly that the young vampire hadn't come back, for what ever his reason may be. He had either told the elders he had completed his mission and killed her, or, stupidly told the truth and taken her death sentence.
Dismissing this thought she gingerly stepped into the car and searched the interior once again. Nodding she began to start the car, slightly grateful the young vampire had not been smart enough to even consider she could return, thus he had left the car, and the keys, still in the ignition.
The engine roared to life and she slowly swung into motion down the road once again.
Shaya covered a good seven miles before the street narrowed into three turnings. Taking the left turning into a small city on what she believed to be a whim she drove for a further mile and a half before her vision began to blur. Excess blood loss she knew, yet her brain could not process what to do about this rather insightful thought considering the dismal state of her medical health.
Blacking out in her seat for a few precious minutes, the car veered off the road to collide brutally with a side of a grey building, narrowly missing a disgruntled girl with blond hair clutching onto a distressed boy. Narrowing her eyes, the girl strode up to the car and punched through the window after a quick glance at the ring on Shaya's finger that marked her as a shapeshfiter.
Growling she lifted Shaya from her seat and snarled at her. "You just lost me my piece of fun, bitch."
Oh hell. So not what I need right now. Shaya blinked at the blond as she came around and slammed the heel of her fist into the blondes nose, causing the girl to howl and pull back from Shaya sharply. "No, you let go of him, not me. Stupid bitch." muttered Shaya as she passed out on the steering wheel once again.
Blue eyes scanned the area, watching as the girl in the car slumped on the seat, unknown to the female vampire who strode off down the street in search of her prey that had began to run in a desperate attempt at escape, the anger with the slumped girl gone to be replaced by the thrill of the chase. Blue eyes flashed again as they trailed the girl until she disappeared round a corner out of sight. Snarling he leapt from his perch on the building landing swiftly on a second roof top and making his way down to the girl.
Landing near the car he padded softly to sniff at the girl. She was unconscious, however close to death. How she had managed to drive in the first place was quite a feat. His sensitive nose also smelt out the faint tinge of dried blood, new blood seeping slowly beneath the old. Something was out of place; sniffing further he discovered a faint leak of petrol inside the car.
Rippling fluidly on the spot, a tall boy appeared; calculating eyes flashing about the area once more as her reached to open the door and hurriedly pull the girl from the car. "Shit." he mumbled softly picking up the girl, this time none too gently in his haste and sprinted as best as he could from the car.
A loud explosion erupted through the streets, throwing the boy and his temporary charge to the ground with the back force. Windows shattered and screams issued from many houses, people panicking at the noise they could hear but not locate. People began shooting out of houses, screaming for help, and chaos ensued.
Snarling at the idiocy of some people the boy picked himself and the girl from the ground and started down an empty side street.
Running swiftly down the alley he rounded a corner to face an old derelict building, very much abandoned. Slowing to a jog he dodged through many puddles to arrive beneath the fourth window of the building. Bunching his leg muscles he sprang up to the window and climbed through, holding the girl into his stomach to keep her from catching herself on any broken glass that framed the window still. Stepping into the building he glanced behind him for a few minutes, finally turning from the window, satisfied no one had followed.
Shifting the girl in his arms the boy lowered her onto the floor and strode through a well hidden door to the left. After a few minutes he appeared once more carrying a small vial of purple liquid and a bottle of white crystals. Lifting the girl up into a sitting position he waved the bottle under her nose and waited.
The foul smell viciously assaulted her senses, dragging her back to reality quicker than she would have liked had Shaya been able to protest.
Tipping her head back out of the strangers grasp to suck in great armfuls of air very much like a drowning person she slowly registered her surroundings.
A glass edge was pushed roughly into her face and rested on her bottom lip as an annoyed voice spoke. "Drink." commanded the boy, who had steadied her head once more.
"No. Get off m-" Shouted Shaya, struggling as the stranger pinched her nose and forced her to swallow the purple liquid. Choking somewhat as she struggled to breathe past the viscous solution the dark haired girl lashed out violently and began to attempt screaming.
Rolling his eyes, the boy let go of her head and dropped the top half of her body on the floor. Gracefully he stood up and strode through a visible door this time.
Scooting across the floor and spitting as much of the liquid as she could out onto the floor, breathing hard in her fear Shaya stood and ran to the window searching for an exit.
"You can't get out." floated the boys' voice as he walked back into the room carrying a glass of water. "Here." He held the glass out to her.
Growling, Shaya through herself at the window quite unexpectedly bouncing back as if someone had gently pushed her. Landing with a dull thump she cried out, her earlier pain brought back to her in a rush.
"Will you please refrain yourself from trying to break my windows and sit still so you can drink this and I can see to your injuries." snarled the stranger, clearly becoming more agitated by the minute, and clearly attempting to remain calm and polite.
"No. Who the hell are you, and how the hell did I get here?" shouted the dark haired girl, struggling to her feet and backing away from the boy as he stepped closer to her.
"I'm just the same as you." He replied and shot his hand out to grasp her wrist in a death grip.
Snarling again, Shaya lashed out like a wild animal, struggling fruitlessly as the boy hoisted her into his side and held her fast. Kicking, biting, punching and screaming at the boy to no avail, she eventually rammed her heel up between his legs.
Howling he dropped her and stumbled backwards as she launched herself him knocking him to the ground, scratching and punching at him.
"Stop it." He snarled, waiting a minute for the girl to stop, then threw her off him when she carried on and brought his hand up to wipe at a trail of blood trickling down his jaw.
"Jesus." He muttered and stood up. "For God's sake, I'm one of you! Jesus! Look!" he roughly pushed a necklace into her face marking him as a shape shifter.
Darting back as he shoved his hand in her face, dull realisation dawned in her eyes as she peered at the necklace, and at her small piece of hope that lie in another shape shifter. "Oh," she muttered.
"Now will you bloody let me help?"
He got no reply, as Shaya slumped once again, eyes fluttering closed as the purple sleeping drought finally took hold of her body.
"Well that was constructive." The boy muttered, stepping towards the girl and placing his hand over her thigh. A warm blue light spread from his fingertips into the dark haired girls' skin, glowing softly as the wound started to close.
Witch light.