Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire and Demon Bound ❯ Back to the Clearing ( Chapter 8 )

Dane motions for Chris to stay quiet and to follow him. They slip silently though the trees and circle around the clearing until they can come up behind the director.

 

The director questures with the crossbow for Jamie and Jon to move out into the middle of the clearing, “I wonder if you would sacrifice yourself as willingly for a stranger? Or if the stranger would be willing to sacrifice him or herself for you?” the director musses aloud.

 

Zal coming from the sky sees what is happening and pulls back, hovering. He reaches out to Sean mentally and finds him awake, hungry, listening to the steady heartbeats on the other side of the stone coffin.

 

Sean feels the connection with Zal and sends a blast of hungry and need though it. The feelings are so strong that Zal is landing next to the coffin before he is even aware of moving. He comes to himself just enough to place the coffin between himself and the crossbow.

 

He looks to the director, “The Master is hungry and he can already taste the beating hearts he hears,” as his gaze travels beyond the director to Dane and Chris. He turns his gaze to Jamie, “Looks like you bought breakfast or maybe breakfast bought you,” as his gaze returns to the director.

 

Chris looks to Dane, “From the description that is cousin Zal alright. Let's go join everyone since they already know we are here.”

 

They enter the clearing just in time to see something come hurtling out of the forest behind Zal. Chris screams out, “DOWN,” as he shoves Dane to the forest floor, landing next to him as the ball explodes into a cloud of smoke and gas.

 

A scream can be heard from the middle of the clearing, drowning out the cussing and coughing from everyone as they fight the gas and smoke, only to find their bodies failing them.

 

Chris groggily opens his eye, trying to move his arms to the strain in his shoulders. His eyes slowly come into focus and the first thing he sees is Jamie and Jon hanging from hooks in the ceiling by their ankles, wrist tied behind their backs and stakes though their hearts. He tries to spring forward only to come to the realization that he is hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. He looks around and sees Dane to his left, the casket behind them and Zal strapped to the top of it, with his wings bond together with strips of metal. Both Dane and Zal seem to still be out cold. Suddenly he lurches in his bonds as the room starts to move, taking another look around paying more attention to his surroundings then his companions, he comes to the conclusion that they are in some kind of a large truck.

 

He measures the distance between himself and Jamie and with a nod of his head as a determined gleam graces his eyes. He slips off his shoes, tugging with his toes he slips his socks off as well. He glances up to the chains he is hanging from, gripping it with his hands he starts swinging in Jamie's direction. Soon his toes graze the end of the stake embedded in Jamie's chest. A small grim smile graces his lips as with the next swing he is able to grip the stake. A sparkle of triumph flashes though his eyes as he feels the stake move before he loses his grip on it. It takes three more tries before the stake is finally pulled free of Jamie. No sooner does the stake hit the floor then Jamie is struggling in his chains.

 

Chris watches for a moment, “They've weakened you,” he states.

 

Jamie looks up at Chris, “Aye nearly drained us.”

 

“You need to feed,” Chris says as he looks down at himself with a grimace, “Well it's not the most appealing place to feed from, but it doesn't look like I can get any other body parts close to you. Start swinging towards me as I swing towards you, maybe you will be able to latch on to somewhere a bit higher up my legs then my feet.”

 

Jamie looks at Chris incredulously, “Do you have any idea how painful that would be? And there is no guarantee that I won't take chucks of flesh with me on the down swing.”

 

“If that happens be sure to suck all the blood out of the meat before spitting it out. Right now you are our best hope of getting out of here, and if that means I lose a few pounds of flesh and blood to accomplish that goal, so be it,” Chris replies, looking Jamie in the eye.

 

After several missed attempts and a couple of missing chucks of flesh, Jamie looks up at Chris, “This isn't working.”

 

Chris nods, while licking the blood from his lip where he bit down to keep from crying out from the last attempt. He looks about nervously, “There's another method we could try. It's risky though. If we do this you have to promise to close your eyes and not look at me till after you have fed no matter what you hear or feel. That goes for the rest of you as well.”