I woke up to the sweet smell of eggs and bacon being cooked downstairs. It was blissful. I slept well last night and it was the only time I could sleep because her room held so much of her and made me feel more at ease that I feel confident I would get her back today.
Breakfast was delicious; I knew I would need all my strength for today. I only hoped that the plan would be successful. We were all meeting back here this morning. The others were bring vans for us all to go down in. It was an hour trip there. Which was good because by the time we got there the sun would be well up. The coven was going to enchant the vans so vampires couldn’t sense us coming.
I had finished breakfast and washing up with Katy. I hear a toot from outside. Klaus had arrived in a sleek black van with the driver’s window down. It sort of suited him, it was lucky that he was an original family vampire otherwise he would have burnt up in the sun by now. I knew that the sun irritated him a little bit because of him being part vampire.
He had a big smirk on his face when he saw me come out the front door towards him.
“That’s where you were last night?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Warming up the bed for later?” He joked.
I chuckled; it had been many days since I last laughed. “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes at him. Klaus was the sort of person who liked to make jokes at others expense. He always knew how to lighten the mood and crack a smile.
He made me feel a little bit better but I still felt responsible for losing her and guilty. The vampires that caught us in Moonshine Forrest in the afternoon when the sun was at its weakest and I couldn’t save her. She was my mate and I couldn’t protect her, I wasn’t strong enough, but I have to be.
We all got into our allocated vehicles and drove as close as we could get without notifying the vampires of our arrival. Nerves were high, if this didn’t go down as planned most of us could die or worst. They would fail to free Nat.
The Balticas Coven finished their elution spell.
There was only one entry/exit into the high ceilinged warehouse. The windows were too high up to break and jump through and be unnoticed. Going through the wall would be the best way so long as the coven got the spell right.
We were getting close and we had been assigned groups buy the vehicles we all travelled in before so we could take out enough vampires out of action before we got to the warehouse. One group was securing the only entry/exit point on the exterior of the building. There were three other groups covering the remaining three directions around the warehouse. My group had the job of breaking through the wall.
Through the mind link which was open to all packs and the coven, I found out that the vampires had been taken out of play all the way up to the only door of the building. The whole warehouse was surrounded with just under seventy wolves since the Eucalictus Pack had decided at the last minute to join.
Punching through the walls with bare fists wasn’t easy, but with the bubble of magic around them blocking them from sight and from being heard.
When we broke through a dusty film clouded our vision which, we had to wait for it to settle down.
That’s when I saw her, in a bloody heap bound to a chair with silver fused rope. I could hear her beat slowly with a prolonged thud. She was alive, but barely so. It looked like several bones were broken. Her face was beaten beyond recognition, now solid black and purple.
Rage seethed within me so much that I could turn from the anger, which is uncommon for werewolves. I had to hold it in because our task was to get Nat out of here safely.
Two vampires stood a few metres away from Nat, observing her with mild curiosity.
The others around went into the offence and attacked the vampires. The spell that was hiding us broke and I sprinted towards Nat. I drew out my knife and cut her loose.
“You’re going to be alright. I’ve got you, Nat.” Tears welled up as I picked her up and cradled her in my arms as I ran to the exit. She groaned in pain from the uneven ride. “Almost there, love.”
The drivers of the getaway vans hastily made their way towards us. A van pulled over and the back doors opened in a swift motion. Ava shot into the van, by which I followed. Only the doors closed, the van stepped on it with a jolt.
There was a medical stretcher on the right, where I lay down Nat as gently as I could.
“The bullets are stopping her from healing at a supernatural rate. Something else is different from the last time I spoke to her too.” Ava said.
“What? Is she beaten up more because that was expected?” I asked.
“No something else, but I better get out those bullets before I do anything else.” Ava then began to chant an anti-curse so the bullets could be taken out without complication. A few minutes past, “Done” she stated.
“There are three to get out; I’ll get the one out of the stomach. If you can, start with the ones in the thighs.” I directed.
All three bullets were exceptionally deep. They must have been fired at a close range or fired by a powerful gun either way was just as terrible as the other. It was hard to see her in so much pain. Something silver was trickling out her nose.
“Ava.” She looked up almost having gotten out the first bullet. Her face became white at the sight of the silver liquid.
“I must be from the stuff she mentioned earlier. I put a spell around her to stop them from harming her more, they must have broken it. It was a risky thing to do, but it was worth it.” Ava replied looking grave.
I finished getting out the last bullet. Ava examined the fluid and took a sample.
Nat seemed to relax and began to come to. Gradually she opened her eyes weakly up at me. “It’s alright, love. You can rest. I’m taking care of you.” I stroked her bloody brown hair away from her eyes.
“They shot me and my body was on fire like a thousand suns and the serum—, “Nat croaked.
“I know. We will fix you.” I reassured.
“It’s killing me, Aiden.” Her wounds started heal faster, but not as fast as they should. Now that he was up close he could see beyond the bruises on arms to see black veins leading their way close to the heart. She knew time was running out for her.
I gently pressed my lips against her forehead. “I can’t let you go like this, my love. You deserve so much more time and you’re the white wolf, you can’t die.” My voice cracked.
“This substance may be ancient, but I’ll do my best to make a cure as fast as I can. Hold on, Nat.” Ava pulled out herbs, and elements out of the box on the bench against the left wall.
I held her hand in mine. We were still ten minutes away from getting back to her house. “Stay with me, please.” I begged.
Ava seemed to have little success with cure making; the dark magic was resisting everything she threw at it. Even her anti-curse spells were hopeless.
“Don’t think I can do it on my own. I need help from the coven, even Katy could be of assistance. We are almost there Nat; you just have to hold on a while more.” Ava was becoming fretful. They were really cutting it close, by each second the poison became closer to her heart.
The van pulled into the driveway. After opening the doors, I moved to shift Nat into the house.
“Don’t, it will only help speed up the poison to the heart.” Ava warned.
So I sprinted towards the vehicles that were pulling up and rounded up the coven and Mrs Thymari and took them to Nat. Mrs Thymari sent Matt to get her crystals and herbs.
I took my place by her side as the coven and her mum worked on the cure for the strange poison. Nat could no longer keep her eyes open; her breath wheezed and slowed down alarmingly.
“I love you.” She managed to get out before she went into a coughing fit; silver fluid spluttered everywhere and ran down from her mouth.
“Hurry, there isn’t much time left!” I called out towards the frantic coven and Mrs Thymari.
I cupped her face in my hand and turned back to Nat, “I love you so much that losing you is not an option. You are too important to everyone and I’m selfish enough to say that I need you and I want have time to get to know you a lot better and I want to grow old with you.” I whispered into her ear. Tears stained my cheeks and my throat tightened on the last couple of words. “I will never be able to find anyone like you again. I would never be able to take mate, if you go. Please stay with me.” I wept.
I sat silently and listened. Her heart stopped after a few beats. “Natalie!” I called out and gently shook her. “No, NO!” I started CPR. I can save her. She’ll be alright, she has to be.
Mrs Thymari rushed in with a moonstone and a lumpy brown concoction. She put the moonstone on Nat’s stomach and the paste in her blacked veins, wounds and filtered some through a rag into Nat’s mouth.
Ava came up behind Mrs Thymari and spoke a small incantation. The black of the veins was drawn into the moonstone until the poison was all gone from her system. But there was still no response from the CPR. She did not wake as if from a horrible nightmare, she just lay there motionless and limp. After a while I started to get really worried.
“Come on don’t you die on me.” I wailed. I tried harder to revive her but nothing was working. “Come on, please.” I sobbed.
“Stop, you can’t save her. It’s too late. She’s gone.” Klaus dragged me away from her ten minutes had passed since I started CPR. I still couldn’t believe that she was gone. Our only hope to win the war, my only love, and she was my happiness and joy. To others she meant as much too. I can’t believe that’s the last time I’ll ever hold her in my arms, that I’ll never get to have a chance to give her a do over first date or talk.
After a few steps I fall to my knees, never had I felt any pain like this before. I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest, the emptiness accompanied the pain. She was the part of me I never got to fully discover. My wolf wanted to break free and run a million miles away but I also want to stay for a while for the funeral and for my family.
I can’t believe that she’s dead.
The next few days excruciatingly slow. No one of Nat’s family or Aiden spoke to anyone as if there was nothing to say. They had to make up cover a story for the police, that she was violently attacked in the pack by a gang who kidnapped her for ransom but when she got back to us, she soon died of her injuries before they had the chance to take her to the hospital.
It seemed the colour had been sucked out of life, but some of that had to do with everyone at school wearing black. The school had made a memorial for Natalie. School was the worst part of my day, many who knew me asked questions about it. It was unbearable not having a moment where I could grieve in peace.
“Your friend Natalie died in a pretty awful way.” Tyler Dax said with a laugh under his voice.
“How dare you talk about my best friend that way? She was a great person and deserved so much better than she got.” I yelled. “She deserved more time than she got.” I said through the lump forming in my throat as tear welled up and threatened fall.
“I didn’t mean to insensitive I was just trying to say I sorry for your loss. It must be horrible to walk around all day being asked all these questions about her death.” It was the first time I had ever seen him look sincere and he truly meant the words he said about Nat.
“Yeah it is.” I replied and the conversation ended shortly after then we went our separate ways to the next class.
Classes seemed to blur together nothing registered with me now. Klaus hadn’t been in school for the last few days because he was give some moral support to Aiden.
He really loved her and it had only been a week or two now since he had known her. It seemed to hit him harder than you thought was possible.
The funeral was tomorrow. It was going to be a private service only close friends and family were invited. I am going even though my parents say that sticking with them is going to get me killed. I did argue with them saying that being a vampire hunter will get me killed eventually.
That was another thing I dreaded, talking to my parents about the mystical part witch, part vampire hunter thing. Not only because my parents preferred my brother Troy over me, but the fact that I don’t know how they will react.
I was on my way home after a lonely day at school even though I was surrounded by people. Destiny showed very little support and showed no signs of grief for the loss of her friend. It was shocking to see that most of her other friends in her year that took her for granted and totally seemed unfazed by her brutal murder. Only the teachers that were Nat’s favourites expressed their condolences and looked sad for her loss.
I stilled trained with the Balticas Coven after school but not so much anymore.
When I got home the place was trashed. My parents and brother were nowhere to be seen. Either this was a practise exercise or the real deal. Either way I have little room for error.
I quickly looked around for clues that would indicate that a vampire had been through here. There was blood on the kitchen floor, but when I looked in the bin there was an empty blood bag.
Practice drill again, it must be the third one this week. Other than the blood there were no other clues around besides the trashed furniture.
My movements were as silent as a mouse as I hunted though the house for the ambush. When I got upstairs, something was wrong. I don’t know what it was but I felt that maybe after all this wasn’t a drill.
I opened the door quickly to my parents room, stake already in hand.
“Sam, don’t!” My mother yelled. “Darling, get out of here!” She was scared, the tall masculine vampire held her by the throat against the wall. Dad was knocked unconscious at the foot of the bed.
“Let her go.” I said with ferocity.
“What are you going to do to stop me that these two didn’t already try?” The vampire remarked turning his head to see me. “To be frank, you don’t look like much.”
Rage bubbled within me. I raised my left hand and took a tight hold of him at the neck pushing him flat up against the wall with my magic. He choked grasping at his neck and released my mum.
“I’ll give you one chance before I end you to tell me why you are here.” I released some of the grip on his neck so I could get an answer.
“I am here to find Klaus Nikolason. No one seems to know where he lives.”
“You thought that you could torture it out of a family of vampire hunters. What a joke. Why do you want to find him?” Though I was looking him dead in the eye, I could help but see out of the corner my eye my mum in a state of shock.
“We are old friends.” He replied. “I thought he could help with a problem back home.”
“What’s your name?”
“Gabriel Augustine,” he said smugly. No wonder he was such a confident asshole. He is an original family vampire.
I pulled out my phone and dialled his cell and held it up to my ear.
“Hello sweetheart. What’s up?” Klaus answered.
“Hey, I have a vampire here claiming that he is old friends with you, called Gabriel Augustine. Any comments on what I should do?”
“Put me on speaker.” He paused as I turned it on. “I told you not to come and find me, Gab.”
“I know but the other families are turning against us. They don’t like the way we live. Since we don’t act like the monsters they are, keeping humans for food until they die. Please Klaus you’re my last hope. I don’t have anywhere else to go.” Desperation coated his voice.
“Let him go, he is telling the truth. I’m on my way. This is the last time, Gab.” He hung up.
“Don’t get any ideas or I’ll snap your neck and drop your body in the middle of the ocean.” I released him from my magic.
I helped my mum up and went over to dad to check dads’ injures. Gabriel stayed where he was as mum and I moved dad onto the bed.
“We need to talk.” Mum said.
“About what mum? The fact that you thought that Troy was better suited and you gave him the book even though it was me the whole time? Or was it the fact that I have an original family’s number? Or is it the fact that I just listened to one?” I blurted out.
“I realised a while ago that Troy wasn’t a vampire hunter. He is a witch. It happens, but associating with vampires like this is not in our nature.” Mum exclaimed. “It’s not good enough. I thought we taught you better than this.”
“Klaus isn’t just a vampire.” I declared.
“What do you mean he is a part of an original family?” she looked confused.
“He’s a werewolf too. A hybrid as he calls it.” Gabriel revealed taking a step closer to us.
“Back off vampire,” Mum warned and started to tend to the gash in dads forehead. “The book you’re talking about is in the living room on the bookshelf behind the French dictionary.”
“I’m going downstairs to get it so, Gabriel you are coming with me.” He did as I said.
As soon as I got the book from the back of the bookcase, I knew it was the right one. Nat said that hers was written in ancient Greek and by the looks of the title it was, ‘O mýthos tou lefkoú kynigós.’ Underneath it said, ‘The legend of the white huntress.’