Chapter 15

As we arrived at the Dead End I couldn't help but feel intimidated. We were in the middle of the slums, and this building was no better.

Ganon stopped the bike in the front of the back of the building where no one could see, then he turned it off and dismounted it.

Countless homeless people scattered the alley, huddled around open barrel fires or curled up behind dumpsters. I could hear screaming off in the distance, but no one seemed to notice…or care.

The loud voice of Ganon tore me out of my dream state. Something in his voice told me it wasn't the first time he'd tried to get my attention.

I couldn't speak, I just looked over at him and dismounted.

"So, little bro, you ready to really fit in?" Ganon said, opening his seat, to expose cargo compartment.

I looked over at the compartment curiously and cocked my head to the side, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Trust me, " he said, pulling a bone out of a bag in the compartment, just small enough to rest in the palm of his hand, then he looked up into my eyes, "and hold still."

My eyes went wide when he started spouting off what I could only describe as Latin. I could only start backing up when he started waving his hands wildly in front of him.

I felt my back hit the alley wall behind me just before a glowing black bolt shoot out of his hands and slam into my chest. Pain shot into my heart and then spread into my entire chest and then into every one of my limbs. The pain finally made its way to the brain. I collapsed into a kneel, one hand fell to the ground for support, while the other clenched at my heart. I tried to scream but nothing came, not even air.

For the first time in my life I knew I was dead beyond a shadow of a doubt. Right before I fell to the ground, I felt my heart stop beating.

As we sped down I-95, I couldn't help but look over at Kansas as she was sleeping. She was extremely beautiful. Light brown hair, golden skin, very toned muscles, her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic motion.

I realized it was really quiet in the car, so I rustled through the CDs in my visor and found a rather quiet one and popped it into the stereo and turned the volume down.

I stole another glance at Kansas, noting her exposed, cut, midriff.

"Beautif—" I said under my breath glancing back towards the road, seeing a multi-car pileup about a half a mile up the road.

If I were doing the speed limit, and the road conditions were perfect it would have been no trouble to stop. But since I was traveling well over one hundred miles per hour and it had been lightly raining, it would be a little bit of trouble.

I instantly slammed my left foot down on the clutch, and started pumping the brake with the right. My right handyanked the shifter into neutral and then jerked back onto the steering wheel, to finish a right turn to swerve around a Suburban. I rounded the SUV into the face of ebony.

I had slowed the car down to at least sixty, but the sheer strength of the being in front of the car made my entire body go numb.

Just before I slammed my car into him, he dropped his hands onto the hood. The last thing I remember is throwing myself over Kansas.

I woke up to the most excruciating, yet the most precious heartbeat that I have ever experienced. Then, a convulsion in my chest shook my whole body and my chest exploded with glorious oxygen.

I could feel the blood start pumping through my body again. I reflexively threw my hand over my chest, and my eyelids slowly opened to see Ganon standing over me, with a terrified look on his face.

"What the…" he kneeled down beside me and pressed his hand against my heart, "that's..not..possible."

I sat up as Ganon stood up slowly, his horrified eyes sweeping over my whole body. I finally raised my body off the ground and into a standing position, my hand still over my aching chest.

I threw a cold glare in his direction, "There are some things about me you don't know." I walked right past him into the side entrance of the bar, quickly followed by Ganon.

As I stepped into the room, I was stunned. Nothing had prepared me for what I was seeing. The entrance was right next to the bathrooms, I walked down the hallway to see a raised platform with 3 poles extending to the ceiling. Nude women scattered across it, dancing to thumping music. A disc-jockey of in the corner fiddled with a mixer, gothic patrons littered the floor, sitting down watching the show.

I sniffed and could definitely notice a large hint of death in the air. In fact, I couldn't smell much of anything else, except for blood. As I scanned the table tops I noticed most of the crowd was sipping on red drinks.

Some of the other people in the bar, I could obviously tell, weren't even people at all. I noticed a green thing in one corner, spines littered the top of his head like hair, and the tips of his knuckles. Others like him, similar only in the aspect of not being human, were sitting throughout the club, sipping on concoctions I didn't even want to think about.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts, "Impressed?" I could hear Ganon's voice from behind me, his hand twitching a little.

"Not really, " I said turning my head, "It's a place where low-lives and those damn vampires hand out."

Ganon let his hand fall from my shoulder and smiled, "Yeah, " he said looking around, "that's why I like it. And not to mention, that's the reason we're here. Too bad my spell didn't work on you, everyone here knows me, but it might be a little problem for you to fit in."

"Well, lets look on the bright side, " I said turning my head back to the crowd, "at least if it doesn't work, all these people are expendable."