Well here it is sorry it took me so long (it's called 3 days to do geog coursework ugh! Done now yey!)

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Usual things tell me of all the things wrong.

Chapter 4 Lion Cub

Jet reacted lightning fast, springing off the bed before the wooden katana reached where he was. Shock froze the pathetic vampire hunter. Too easy.

He grabbed her by the jumper and crushed her against the wall. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

"Sorry." She murmured her eyes meeting his resigned to her fate. The katana was in his hand.

Frozen. Jamila was frozen she knew she should move try to get out of the way but her legs wouldn't work.

Pain rippled through her body as she smashed into the wall. I'm going to die. Realisation hit her panic over riding her senses but she became calm. I can't do anything why fight it? I should apologise I tried to kill him.

"Sorry." Her ice blue eyes met his and stayed fascinated by the swirl of brown and red. She saw the katana in his hand and winced. Her eyes shut involuntary, her body stiffing in anticipation of a fatal blow. Skewered by my own sword, well I deserve it.

The blow would never come from him but she was not to know. Pain flared across her head and blackness encased her sending her into nothingness.

Jet whipped his hand round knocking the vampire hunter out. The katana left a slash across her head, just below her hairline. She collapsed against him the cut on her forehead bleeding. Looking at her he felt guilty she looked deflated, strangely innocent. Her eyes when she looked straight at him like ice melting, hard and cold but some where something was hurting her.

Laying her on the bed he checked the flat, closing the open front door and picking up the bag left wedging it open. Searching through it he found a white oak hammer and a thick cord rope.

Jet tied her to a chair in the front room not looking at her face. Suppressing the urge to brush back a stray lock of hair from her forehead he walked over to the kitchen to clean the glasses lying around.

A drop of water hit him on the head and he sighed. The roof leaked. Carefully he put glasses down to catch the drops of water. A tedious and pointless job when damp already invaded.

A slight rustlings noise was coming from somewhere. Jet stopped instantly alert to the slightest noise. A creak and then a slight click as a door closed. He opened the flat door slowly eyes searching for movement. A figure moved near the door downstairs using hand gestures to summon more out of the shadows.

Jet's features hardened, the eyes seeming to sink in the red leaking through the brown so they smouldered like fire.

Surveying the area he could only find three options, stay and fight (invariably losing), try to get past the people (risky) or jump out one of the windows (only four floors). Any way he went he would have to take the girl, he had waited too long for answers to leave them behind.

Doing a quick body count he decided there where defiantly too many to fight and too many to barge past. On top of that they moved like night world people.

Out the window it is then, maybe the girl will wake up make it easer on him.

Locking the door behind him, Jet unbound her hands shaking her in an attempt to get her to wake up. This isn't going to work I think I hit her too hard. He slung her over his shoulder.

Somebody outside was messing with the lock on the flat door.

Most of the flat's windows were boarded up but one still had glass in.

"Cub?" Jamila whispered shocked to see him. Where am I?

It as her old home; her room, the bed with the lilac hangings, the butterfly wind chime swinging gently in the breeze.

"Jamila, stay safe. I won't forget you." His voice was muffled as if coming from a long distance.

"Cub please, don't go. Don't leave me alone." Her voice stuttered and tears ran down her cheeks. A blurred figure came up behind Cub putting a hand on his shoulder. The figure was dark with bright yellow eyes. Evil emanated from him.

"Lionel, time to go. You will see her again. We will look after her have no worries" His voice was cold and sharp breaking her heart into little pieces and striking a dead fear in her bones

Water dripped on to the floor pouring silently from her eyes the ice in them fully melted.

"Cub." She whispered. "Don't leave me." Her hand stretched out wanting his support the brick wall he had always been to her but Cub turned away fading into the bleakness, eyes full of sorrow.

Pictures flashed before her eyes falling through her memories cub playing with her, running round and round their pokey garden. Her falling over and he was there a hand to pull her up and sooth her. A solemn meal, with Cub across the table trying desperately to make her laugh. So many good times making the ears come faster and harder. The man, the shadow coming and him trying to protect her. His head turning away as she asked him, why?

"I'll see you later." The figure's voice rang out, sinister.

"Why him? Couldn't it be someone else?" her voice broke coming out squeaky and high pitched. She could no longer see anything; her tears blurred everything beyond recognition.

The figure ignored her, footsteps sounded walking away like he was walking on a road in the rain.

Jamila broke down into tears and wept crying his name over and over again.

Jet smashed through the window glass flying everywhere in his hair in his clothes. The girl was a heavy lump on his shoulder threatening to fall off.

The door burst open behind him four men ran into the room all vampires. They were defiantly hostile the look on their faces was murderous. They must be after me. The depressing voice in his head was unwelcome at the best of times but now falling four storeys and with four vampires above him it was defiantly not welcome.

His legs came up naturally in preparation of hitting the ground. The girl almost slid of his shoulder but Jet caught hold of her and positioned her for a good landing.

The ground came towards him and he landed cat like on the road. Shock waves rippled through his leg and Jet felt his ankle sprain. His hair plastered to his forehead, a blond veil.

Looking up he could see the vampires looking at him. One of them stepped forward to look at him black hair flopping over sharp features. He smiled showing pearly white fangs that glinted in the darkness.

-Want to play it the hard way?-

-I like my life- His voice made Jet shiver no emotion was there, just coldness.

-Fine- The man leaped out the window, but Jet was already off running down the alleyways and into empty houses.

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