Hey! New update chapter 33

Shane's pov

I stand with my friends; my best-friends. Eve in all of her Goth finery, I used to mock her but today I can't. Michael, my best friend since school; he has forgiven me more times than enough- even when I wreck everything, he welcomes me back. And then there is my Claire. What can I say? She's my life, my future, my forever. I don't want her here but unlike other girls she wants to fight. She stands strong, a confused mix of emotions apparent on her face; fear, honour, commitment. She knows that today could mean many things; she believes… they all believe. I believe in them; with-out them where would I be?

Hmm it's hard to think; there has been so many times when I've faced death, yet death has never taken me. I'm always in wonder, as to why. My recurring memory is when my father came back the first time; the cage!

Flashback

This is my end, exactly like my sister; erupting into flames. Yet I hold no grudge to the vamps; I just want Claire. I don't want her to lose me; I can't lose her. The first time in a long time I've felt longing and love for a girl. And soon that love will go, along with my life.

The biker next to me is angry, tormented. He knows death is only a matter of minutes - wait – I hear shots. Lots of shots, repetitive shots. The bikes; it could only be my father. My hearts pounding with fear and desire. If only I could escape. If only I could find Claire and run.

My father undeterred by the battle behind us; makes my escape. The bars twist and turn angrily under the grip of the cutters; the squealing of metal makes my ears bleed, until a clear snap breaks my path. I climb awkwardly out, my father stands proud but the sirens are blaring… soon they will be on our backs.

Without any feeling of resentment against my father I ride away; we feel free, free as the wind in my hair… until all that cuts off as the vein blue and blood red lights trace our path. Dad should keep going, moving faster and faster but he doesn't; he takes random turns into narrow streets until we get to a building; just a boring run down building.

The old hospital; I thought my days of dying were over.

Apparently not!

The old decrepit building is a nightmare; bending corridors and clutter covered stairs- but this is my dad's idea of safe. All of us together make less than 10; this is when the battle begins. We each take a window to watch; my father and his buddies drink to pass the time. At heart he's still the cold alcoholic; but now he's ready to kill.

Hours seem to pass until I hear a shout; a loud bellow of noise. Elliot, one of my dad's fellow bikers. He's at the front window… that's where we all crowd. I wish hadn't seen. I'm dead. Out there is more vampires than I knew existed and they aren't alone; there are humans out their too- where's the sense in that?

He wants to run; and I'd go if it wasn't for Oliver. Oliver. He has my girl. Dad doesn't want me to go; he thinks we should run. We fight. His hard powerful punch knocks me sharply off balance sending a crippling pain through my ankle and a hard slap across my face. We continue until my dad stops. He places a bottle, a perfume bottle, into my hand… his only words are 'Go get that girl; you stupid boy!' I don't wait.

I run as fast my ankle will allow; making it just before anything could happen to Claire. My tone is bitter but casual as I speak to Oliver; he lets Claire go. That's when I pounce. I spray the water into his face; he backs away cowardly, clawing at his skin. The silver burns; the holy water is torture. We run back into the confines of the hospital.

The doors slam, the barricade is placed. We don't have time for more than a sweet kiss before we go again. We run floor after floor; door through door… even down a morgue shoot, that's when I see my father.

Something isn't right; I know it isn't. Claire realises first, she runs and breaks the full contraption; every biker in the room makes an empty shout. Dad isn't happy. He goes to punch my Claire. He doesn't get there because now I know. I know dad will never change; he'll always be mean; he'll always be cruel. I stop his punch, and return one of my own. He hits the floor wiping blood from his mouth. Many words are spoken but he leaves and me and Claire run.

Well I want to run but Claire doesn't. She flags down a cop car; I try to ease away but I can't leave her. We both get pinned and handcuffed. Taken in a cop car. I trust her.

End of flashback.

And that's how she saved me. They all saved me. If it wasn't for Eve Claire wouldn't have been there; if it wasn't for Michael I would have been in prison… they all saved my arse and now we fight- the joys.

But I know deep down that when I go; when I battle they'll all have my back- because that's what friends do. Through thick and thin.

Midnight only 2 hours away; not a fleet of nerves in sight.

Claire's pov

Ok. I'm going into battle. Not just any battle; a vampire battle. Freakin insane! I sit on Shane lap and the four of us just talk. We talk about what we're going to have for tea tomorrow night; how school's going; how work's going but none of talk about our biggest fear- tonight. We all are showing nerves. Michael is continuously tapping his finger against the desk; Eve is knawing at her nails; picking at the corners; chewing at the varnish. Whilst Shane is thematically tracing my spine; over and over again. Whilst I, well I'm more or less chewing the skin on the inside of my mouth; until it bleeds. Lovely I know!

Amelie is coming. Me, Shane, Eve, Michael, Hess, Lowe, Hannah, Richard and Monica are going with her whilst the others will be securing the small points. Our little team is us humans along with a range of Amelie's finest and most skilled guards with Myrnin and Oliver- we taking the main entrance of his 'lair'.

He's took one of the large warehouses on the outskirts of town; we're going tonight to end it- one way or another. Bishop's control still haunts my dreams but when he's dead; I'll sleep knowing that monster will never touch me again.

Across the room many groups are starting to form; you have the older, wiser group; the burly men; the strong, fighting women; the teens and then the final group. They aren't of a certain stereotypical group they are a mix; people who fit in none of the other categories, with the only similarity being that they would fight for their town- Morganville.

They are the brave ones. Except that's everyone.

1 hour 30 till midnight; let's just pray that everyone survive.

Oliver' pov

Battle after battle; decade after decade; century after century… still one thing stays the same death. People lose whilst others return victorious- it's the way of life.

I expected death; back when I was young I was a warrior in war. I battled as a mortal; then again as an immortal. I preferred the idea of death. Now my life is endless; I've seen everyone I love die. My girl died, my mother, my father, my siblings, each and everyone I've watched die- some days I wish I'd have a chance at death.

Tonight we will lose citizens of our town; but sadly it's known… you can't go to war without death. We may lose some of our own race but still that's war. Yet tonight I'm going fight; like the warrior I am.

I will be victorious; Amelie will keep her town and Morganville will live unharmed by Elder Bishop.

1 hour till midnight; let the buses be loaded.

Ok, sorry about the delay. Got a physics exam on Thursday! Anyway thank you to everyone who reviewed and please keep reviewing! I love knowing what you think, kisses