Page 95 of The Lost Ones

The rest of the flight is straightforward apart from a slightly tense moment with security before we produced our paperwork for the weapons. Even so they only noticed the one knife on Jax and that was it. Pretty shitty security for an airport if you ask me. When we get to Oregon there’s a car and a driver waiting for us.

“I’d feel much better if we were driving ourselves.” Levi whispers quietly as we all climb in the back of the large SUV.

The driver is yet to say one word to any of us. Communicating insteadin nods and hand gestures. When Levi attempts to get into the front he firmly shakes his head and gestures towards the back. Once we’re inside and pull away from the curb to start the two hour car ride to the training academy, I study the inside of the car.

The back appears to be the usual layout for an SUV of this size although with how big my guys are there still isn’t much room. What sets it apart from the rest is that there seems to be a partition at the front of the SUV separating us from the driver. Similar to what you would normally find in a limo, it’s currently down though. That’s the only thing that stands out as different.

The longer we drive the more nervous the previously stoic driver seems to get, fidgeting as his eyes dart to his mirrors every few seconds. The guys and I decided not that long into the journey to keep quiet and observe. Levi sending the message through our mental link that’s been spotty at best ever since the warehouse.

We share a look at the drivers increased stress.

We can’t be far from the training academy now, and are travelling along a seemingly deserted country road lined with huge and densely packed trees. If it wasn’t for the sun shining and the bright blue skies it would be decidedly eerie but as it stands it’s just slightly spooky. The drivers behaviour and the fact that I haven’t seen another car in the past forty minutes is just adding to the atmosphere.

“Why are we slowing down?” Kai asks his voice hardening.

We all tense as instead of answering the driver presses a button on the dash making the partition shut rapidly with a soft thud. I have never seen one shut that quickly and I have never seen one that’s so obviously made of steel and not plastic wrapped fabric.

The car stops and the doors lock.

“Shit man this straight up out of a fucking horror film!” Jax chuckles although his form remains tense, ready for anything just like the rest of us.

Chapter Three

We watch as a car with dark tinted windows pulls up besides us and our driver gets out quickly not giving our car a second glance as he gets into the other one and it speeds off.

“Why do I get the feeling that this is bad?” Kai says.

“Oh I don’t know maybe because we’ve been abandoned in the middle of nowhere in a locked car and the driver has been shifty as fuck for the past half an hour or so?” Jax questions sarcastically before grinning and receiving a punch for his efforts.

“Well at least we’re armed.” I grin, taking off my seatbelt and pulling out two of my knives one for each hand.

“Whilst you look super-hot right now, heavily armed, what exactly do you think we’re going to be fighting in a parked car?” Hunter chuckles.

Before I can reply with snark and flip him the bird the locks on the doors suddenly disengage and instead I shoot him a self satisfied smirk that has him grinning back and his dimples appearing.

“Alright you two, whilst this is entertaining if anything is coming for us we’re sitting ducks where we are now. I suggest we get out of the car.” Levi instructs and we all hop out each of the guys drawing their swords or knives.

Almost as if it was timed, darkened figures start to emerge from the trees a quick headcount shows there’s at least seven and we just stare at each other momentarily before Levi tilts his face up slightly and sniffs once, a terrifying growl leaving him as I watch the red in his demon eyes literally burn away the contacts. In response to his growl the figures open their mouths, hissing and letting lose their own growls in return. My focus is entirely on the large blackened fangs protruding from their mouths though.

“Fuck, Rogue Vampires,” I mutter and the guys around me curse.

That seemed to have been a cue or something for them because they all charge and mother fucker are they fast. I don’t have time to check on thewhereabouts of my guys but I know they can handle themselves. A vampire comes flying towards me moving so fast that I can barely see him, his veins blackened just like his fangs. I raise my arm just in time to sink a knife into its chest and note disappointedly that it doesn’t disintegrate into a pile of dust like in the movies.

Well damn.

I duck just as a fist comes flying towards my skull, the vampire looking just as surprised as I am that I managed to move that fast. I draw my swords and curse as the fucker that I thought I’d dealt with hops back up pulling my knife from his chest like its merely a scratch.

“Fuck!” I curse out loud.

My instincts flare and I follow the quiet whisper in my mind as the vampire I didn’t stab comes flying towards me. His buddy seemingly distracted watching his own blood drip slowly down his chest. I cross my swords and strike out uncrossing my arms and effectively severing his head. My swords cut through him like fucking butter.

Blood erupts as his headless corpse falls forwards causing the blood to cover me. Why is it so much fucking cleaner in the movies?

Before I can think too much on it my instincts ping again and I turn around just in time to arc one of my swords and cut the one I stabbed before head off.

“Guys, cut the heads off or they don’t stay down!” I yell unable to do much else as another one rushes me.

This one seems to be smarter than the other two having seen what I’ve done to them. He circles me for a few moments before darting forwards, his fangs dripping with blood and saliva aiming straight for me, just like in my vision this morning. He moves in stutters blurring to super-fast before moving normally like he can’t keep up the speed for any length of time. It makes me wonder if all vampires are like that or if it has something to do with him and the others being rogues. I don’t get time to ponder that thought though as he puts on a final burst of speed and is suddenly right in front of me knocking me down and landing on top of me, snapping his jaws in my face like a rabid dog.