I Sacrifice Myself
earlier,
hybrids. We had enough animalistic tendencies to be dangerous, and
enough humanity to be of use to the Hunters, for now.
I glanced at him sideways from behind a
strand of hair, and once again, was struck by how gorgeous he was.
He was the epitome of gorgeous. What he saw in me was a mind
boggler.
His long, dark cinnamon colored hair,
reached his shoulders, and was just pushed back from his face so
that it looked unkempt. He usually had it in a black leather tie
but not today. His bright, nearly golden eyes glowed, so brightly
you could see them in the dark.
My own were a brightly glowing burnt amber
color, and sometimes darkened so much, they were a fiery,
reddish-black. There was hardly any amber at all in them, when they
changed, but then they would have the thin outline of red to
them.
We finally reached our rooms and gave each
other meaningful looks. We would see each other soon. It gave me a
deliciously twisted feeling.
I had guard duty on the gate tonight while
the supply truck returned. We had to make sure nothing got in. Only
Dimitri and I could detect the vamps at night. He’d watched last
time.
I changed, donned a flak jacket, grabbed a
handful of throwing knives and headed out.
It was barely dark, yet dark enough for the
monsters to come out and play.
I heard thunder and knew it was either
raining or about to. I could smell it. The crisp yet rancid smell
and taste of ozone left one wishing for the good old days.
Dimitri had insisted on joining me, but
Commander Ian claimed we had it covered.
I walked over to the wall, next to the gate,
and as I looked up the first bitter drops of rain hit my upturned
face. I relished in it despite how much it had changed.
I heard the truck somewhere in the distance,
making itself up the cliff next to the ravine. It was flying which
meant we had company. At this distance I was the only one who could
hear it, but not for long at the rate of speed the truck was
moving.
My first thought was, why didn’t they radio
us? That’s when I realized it was a trap. It had to be, and in a
twisted sort of way, thankfully not our first one.
The rain began as a fine cooling mist and
then began to drizzle, warming as it did so. Which would make
things hard, very hard for the humans, to see in.
I jumped lithely to the top of the wall,
startling the nearby and unconcerned soldiers, and looked out into
the silent night. The waxing moon gave me just enough light,
despite the passing clouds that were dark and heavy behind us, to
let me see quite a distance. Clouds would drift by and cast shadows
but I was able to see clearly enough.
A guy named Marcus was the wheel man this
time, and he drove professionally, so when I saw how erratically
the driver was moving I knew we were screwed or they were hurt and
in need of immediate aid.
Tonight was going to be a chaotic one it
seemed.
I looked over at Commander Ian, who shook
his head at me. He knew what I planned to do, just not why. I
hissed at him much like a panther or tiger, and then made the
twelve foot drop, landing as easily as one.
The rain had softened the ground, but even
had it not I’d have landed just as well.
Ian shouted orders. He trusted my instincts,
but he would not send anyone else out here with me. He ordered them
to watch my back. Of course that was impossible.
As the moonlight hit me, and my hunting
instincts kicked in, my eyes began to shift to the red and black,
and I became an ethereal shadow.
Ian cursed. He either had forgotten or was
hoping I could finally control it. Even if I could have, I
wouldn’t.
Not a millisecond after I landed the truck
barreled up and around, coming into the base’s outer gates. I
shifted into a pouncing stance. I was nearly invisible so even if a
vamp was driving, he wouldn’t see me until it was too late.
In the brief moments the truck got closer I
could tell Marcus was definitely not behind the wheel. I saw no one
but a stranger.
As three seconds had barely passed I readied
myself for the
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