This chapter is all action and a little bit longer .I hope you guys enjoy it.
And please review, so I can improve myself!
As if one person, we shot up as quick as lightning (though I was more slowly and with a lot of grows and curses, because my body still ached and my head was throbbing) and sprinted toward the unmoving bodies lying on the sand. Half of their body was in the water and they were soaked.
The girl was lying on her stomach. Her platinum blond hair was draped around her pale face. Her arm was twisted and bruised, but she was breathing steadily. She was wearing a silky light blue sweater and jeans. It matched perfectly with her straight long hair and her pale skin. Which on second thought was very pale. Even too pale for someone who was spewed out on an island by the ocean. This shouldn't be at all strange, because she could have had some kind of skin sickness, but it was strange. It was strange because the black haired boy lying next to her had the same skin tone.
He was also lying on his stomach, but his condition was much worse. He had a huge gap above his left eyebrow which was bleeding heavily. The blood flooded slowly from his wound across his face and onto the sand, forming a pool.
The image of it all was horrible, but I had to look if he was breathing.
Slowly I walked over to the boy and kneeled next to him. From up close the wound looked even worse and I quickly looked away, nauseous. I put two fingers on the center of his neck and waited.
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
4 seconds.
I was just about to panic when I felt it.*Boom*. I nearly shrieked out from relief. It was slow, indeed, but at least he wasn't dead.
I looked over to Brownie who was bent over the girl and was examining her. He turned around and looked at me.
"What should we do?" I asked.
"Move them away from the water in any case. They will get even worse if we let them in the cold water."
"Okay," I said. "Can you help me with the boy?".
Brownie walked over and took position near the boys head. Together we should manage to carefully lift him up. We only had to walk a few meters to get him fully out of the water's reach.
I kneeled down near his legs, which lay under water, and was just about to grab his legs with both hands when I felt an icy grip around my left wrist.
I yelled out and looked over to my arm.
A chalky white bony hand was clamped hardly around my wrist.
The body, which the hand belonged to, lay half under water, but his head was just above the water.
The man's, or should I say it's, eyes were red and his whole skin was chalky white. His face was wrinkled and he looked as if he'd lived at least hundred years. His mouth was formed into a devious smile.
That wasn't even the scariest part. Those were its fangs.
Fangs.
He had fangs.
In the one second I had to process this, his grip on my hand became even more powerful. I saw my hand become purple.
The thing didn't even do anything else, it just kept hold on my arm.
I began struggling hard against his grip, twisting and pulling. I tried to move myself further out of the water but it didn't work. By this time my hand hurt a lot and blood was coming out of the place where the thing had sunken it's long and sharp yellowish nails into my skin.
Nothing worked.
Then out of nowhere I was dragged away from the water with such force that the thing loosened its grip on my wrist.
This gave me the opportunity to yank my arm out of its grip. The thing let go of my arm.
I backed away from him and saw Brownie standing next to me. He was the one who had dragged me out of the water.
"What do I do?!" I yelled at him, while the thing was slowly getting up.
Without saying anything he gave me the silver stake he had just picked up from the ground and looked at me knowingly.
I gave him a puzzled look, one that said 'what the hell am I supposed to do with this' but before he could respond the thing suddenly shot up and looked me in the eye.
With a twisted voice he said to me;
"You're not getting away again," and then he came running over to me.
The thing jumped on me and threw me to the ground. He pinned me down by my arms very hard, but I managed to roll him over and now I was lying on top of him.
And suddenly out of the blue I knew what to do.
My eyes scanned his chest and found the place I was looking for. The place where the heart lay.
With one swift motion I swung the silver stake back and then rushed it into his chest with a lot of force. It worked.
The thing let out an agonizing yell and his once before struggling arms fell down unmoving down his side. A blank gaze in his eyes.
I let the stake fall out of my hand and breathed in heavily. In, out.
Slowly I managed to stand up on both of my feet.
I killed someone.
I should be taken back, be horrified, burst in to tears for heaven's sake, but I didn't.
It made no sense. I had just staked someone to death. Sure, someone whose humanity was zero, but still. I must have at least felt guilty. I didn't know why, but I felt deep inside of me that this creature was evil. Pure evil. It deserved to be killed.
Even more strange, it felt as if I had done this before, killed more of these things. How else did I knew how to use the stake, or where exactly on the chest I had to strike it.
It was one thing I somehow knew how to use the stake, but how did Brownie knew that.
All of these things were going through my mind as I looked over to Brownie and said two simple words:
"Thank you."