Chapter 16

During the offloading process, I finally realized just how brutally the airport personnel treated the packages. I could feel my coffin being carried haphazardly toward the exit and then tossed onto some sort of slide, where it slammed down on ground level.

I glanced at my watch to make sure it was night hours. The plane hadn't been delayed at all. In fact it was a little early, which was perfect. The sun had just set and it was completely safe to exit the box I had been sitting in for the past 20 hours.

I gathered my Bible and flashlight into my coat and waited patiently for the box to be brought back into the building.

My eyes tore open to see Jung huddled over me in the car, just before he was thrown through the windshield over a very tall, dark skinned man. My small frame would have followed suit were it not for my seatbelt.

When the car had finally stopped I quickly started tugging on my seatbelt, but to no avail. The man who had stopped the car, picked his hands up out of the indentions they had made in the hood and started his way around the car to where I was. I could see many other figures in the distance walking toward Jung's position.

Tired of fiddling with the seatbelt latch, I mustered up all the strength I could and yanked the seatbelt, trying to shear it in two. I could feel the tough fabric give way a little, but not enough to tear it in two.

I tried again as the man rounded the hood of the car. Something inside told me he was doing this as some sort of sick game. Taking pleasure off my terror.

I tried once more and it finally gave way to my attempts. But I held completely still, a look of half feigned, half real fear in my eyes, just staring at the tall man who had attacked us. When he reached down to the door, that's when I exploded into action.

I pivoted my body to the right, so both my feet where propped on the door, and without missing a beat, kicking out with both feet so the door flew off its hinges into the torso of our attacker. It didn't knock him back as far as I had hoped, only a few yards, but that was enough for me.

I quickly grabbed the frame of the car, where the top of the door used to be and pulled with all my strength, exiting the car feet first, up and over the top, to stand facing the very large antagonist.

It was just then that I was fully able to take in his gargantuan form. I stood on the roof of the car didn't boast more than a four foot advantage, if that. And I was barely over five feet tall, and I still wasn't more than a head and half taller than him. But that wasn't the only thing that made him so staggeringly huge. He was also wider than a normal car, each arm as thick as my body, with muscles rippling down every inch.

He smiled cockily as if he thought I had no chance, and something told me this wasn't entirely untrue. With everything that had been happening the past couple of days, I couldn't help think this was no coincidence.

He finally dropped the car door he had been holding onto the ground which created a loud thud.

"C'mon girl, let's see what you got." He said, beckoning me over tauntingly.

I just stood there, thinking of what I could do against such a large foe, but he wasn't about to let me think about it for too long. He leaped over to the car, and before I could move he had his hands tucked under the frame lifting up both me and the car. He lifted up and over his head flipping the car across the street, where it bounced and skipped into the grass on the other side.

Proud of myself, an agile somersault landed me on the other side of him. And in one fluid motion I pulled a stake out of my coat and stabbed it straight through his chest, perfectly on target. I then leapt up into the air and planted both my feet into the stake to drive it even deeper, landing on my hands, back hand springing back to my feet.

He turned around slowly, pain in his eyes, screaming what I could tell was the last on he would ever let escape those lips.

But I was wrong, those lips turned into a smile, and he started laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.

My eyes went wide as I took a step back, in disbelief. It didn't even phase him.

"What's wrong, " his said giving a mock frown, "found a brotha that can throw down as good as a Slayer can, ho?"

I stared in disbelief as he tore the stake from his chest and threw it on the ground. Glancing Jung's way, I saw him being carried by one of the other people, dripping blood like it was his job.

I turned my head back to see the satisfied grimace on my counterpart's face. A look of determination crept onto mine and I started circling my prey, looking, praying for a weakness of some sort.

He just laughed, "Well, if das' da' way you wanna dance, honey."

Without further waiting, I dashed strait at him, a forward attack to surprise my opponent. Just before delivering a feigned flurry of punches, I juked to the right. Before he knew what had happened I delivered a kick to his left knee with my left foot. This made him swoon, but far from fall, to his left. He was a skilled warrior however and used this momentum to his advantage and torqued his body around, grabbing at me with his right hand while steadying his body in the air with his left.

I was much too quick for him, however, dodging behind his massive build, I delivered the same kick to the back of his other knee, unbalancing him even more. Before he could make a move, I already had his left forearm in both of my hands, and turned around, planting my back into his and lifted with all my might. Using both his momentum and my gifted strength, I took his frame to the ground, to which I would swear responded with a crack.

I was getting too cocky at this point, thinking that because of his lack of speed, I was impervious to his attacks. I was, however, very wrong. Before I knew it he had grabbed onto my leg with his hand. The sheer size of the hand made it look like he was grasping no more than a chicken leg. As he stood up, bringing me along with him, flopping me head over heels, it just made that analogy all the more true in my eyes.

When I gazed upon his face, many questions were answered, and yet many more were asked.

"What is it girly," he said as I stared upon his visage with obvious surprise in my eyes. He wiped some blood off his face with his free hand, "never seen a vampire before?"