Chapter 24
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"Hannah?" I called her, panicking. I totally lost track of how I pulled the car open and got her inside the car. "Hannah, can you hear me?" I glanced at her unconcious face in the shotgon seat, strapped in her seatbelt, black hair covering a part of her face. "Hang on, okay? I'll get us back at the haven!"
I pushed the transmission and sent the car upwards to the hill. The vehicle trotted on the rough uncemented road, leaving a trail of dust and smoke behind. My hands pulsated on my grip, wetting the wheel with sweat. I accelerated our speed, bouncing through the bumps of the road. I need to get Hannah back to the haven. I turned to her, she's turning pale, losing a huge amount of blood.
But she's a Halfblood, isn't she? She'll regenerate. But what if she didn't? What if that freaking knife had a special power in it? Damn it! I gotta pull myself back together. My chest was pounding inside my chest as I drove us out of the rough road and into the highway. I glared at her, her wound doesn't seem to get better.
"s**t!" I mumbled.
I didn't know how long was I trembling seeing her bleeding beside me. The haven is much safer place for the both of us but it'll take us a long period of time to get there and Hannah may not make it. When I reached the familiar side of the road, I swerved the car to the to the direction I know I should go. It's a risk but Hannah's life depended on it.
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I PARKED THE CAR infront of the house. The sun was finally out when we got there and I'm hoping my mom was home. I'd get scolding for this but it's something I gotta for another day.
I opened the car door and carefully pulled Hannah out. She's a pretty heavy person for her age. Her blood flowed on my arms and hands and the slight moaning of her lips gave me hope. She's still breathing and for now, that's quite enough. I wrapped one of her arm around my neck and lifted her gently upwards. We staggered towards out front porch as I called out inside the house.
"Mom! Mom!" I grunted heavily as Hannah and I reached the door. I knocked my bloody hands into the frame. "Mom, help!"
The door opened and spat not my mother but Olivia. All the pink and green, noisy, carefree and grinning Olivia.
"Pete—aaahhhhh!"
Her voice echoed in the entire neighborhood.
"For fvck's sake Olivia, shut the hell up!" I groaned, feeling defeated. I slowly questioned my decisions in life. Maybe bringing Hannah here was a terrible idea after all. Olivia's face was a color of fresh milk the moment I carried the unconcious Hannah inside the house.
"Who the hell is that? What happened to you? Where have you been? Have you been drinking? Do you have any idea that Aunt Carrie was so badly worried about you that she'd been freaking out and had been calling the police because you've been missing for more then 24 hours already?"
I pushed her out of the way as she spat her series of questions which I didn't have time to answer and even comprehend.
"Is mom home?" I asked, still carrying the weight of the half-dead Hannah on my shoulders.
"Peter, what on earth is going on?" She asked, slower this time. "Why are carrying a bleeding girl inside your house. Who is she?"
I shoved the things on the kitchen table and carefully placed Hannah on top. I hurriedly removed her coat and used the towel near the fridge to atleast stop her bleeding. "I'll explain everything okay? But right now, you need to help me. Get to mom's room and get her medikit. Hurry!"
She disappeared from my sight and I finally checked Hannah's wound. It was still bleeding but is now slowly healing. She'll be fine, I told myself. She has to. She can't die here with me. Not like this.
Olivia came back with the medikit and I had to ask her to help me fix Hannah's wounded back. I made her do much of the cleaning and bandaging since I don't feel like touching Hannah's bare skin. My cousin was still bombarding me with questions about her and about where I was but I decided to ignore her. I'm pretty much more concerned about getting my friend healed than having to deal with my shock-stricken semi-cousin. When we were done, I had to ask Olivia to call my mom. I don't feel like informing her myself that I was back and that I was carrying a near-dead companion.
I had asked Olivia to change Hannah's shirt and gladly she didn't mind. Now, Hannah was sleeping peacefully on our dinner table, eyes closed and chest heaving up and down gently. She looked almost peaceful. Almost. Because underneath that calm face is a savage woman I shouldn't be liking. We knew each for a few weeks now. I still haven't figure out who I really was. It was still too hard to accept, digest even. It's funny how the world can shift in a snap of a finger. Today I was normal, tomorrow I might be a monster. A vampire born of the same darkness that brought Hannah and the rest of the haflbloods into this world.
I stared at her, asleep in the kitchen table, wrapped in fresh blanket I fetched for her. I haven't really had a chance to stare at her this close. We've been together quite a lot lately but she was always grumpy as if I'm the most annoying creature she ever met and she's so done associating herself with. Now, the raging storm in her eyes are nowhere to be seen. I can't help but stare. She's pale, as if devoid of blood. My mom's clothes looked too big for her frame. Her hair, dark as obsidian, had been tied by Olivia into a neat bun. She moaned slowly, as if in her dreams something is giving her a prick. Her lips, painted in a weak shade of crimson, is nice. I must admit, she looked beautiful.
I got up and shoved the thought out of my head. I shouldn't be thinking of Hannah as beautiful. She'd murder me for it.
Olivia walked up to me in the kitchen, looking very much pumped up. She's terrible at hiding her fear and confusion. I know I owed her an explanation but right now, I'm so occupied of getting Hannah to be okay.
"Aunt Carrie is coming home" she reported and I gave her a nod.
"You told her about?" I nodded towards Hannah. Olivia gave a light shaking of her head. "Good"
My mom's probably ten times worried about me. I know she's in for a beating now that I'm back. And now that I brought a scene inside her very house. I don't know what to do once she starts freaking out about this but I needed her help.
Olivia yelped from the kitchen.
I ran towards her and found Hannah finally awake, her hand on a kitchen knife and placed right below my cousin's chin.
"Where am I?" she gritted her teeth, eyes blazing blue.
"H-hannah put it down," I offered. "It's okay. She's a f-friend. She doesn't mean you harm. We are safe."
She turned to me. "Where are we? What happened?"
"Put my cousin down, Hannah. We're in a safe place."
Her stare seemed to grow hotter on me and I felt like melting. Eventually, she let my cousin go and dropped the knife on the table. Olivia zoomed away from her the moment she was released and ran towards me, cowering behind my back.
"Uh, Pete? I think you just brought a psycho home."
I felt the tremble in her voice. I gave her a reassuring look before turning towards Hannah who still looked like she's ready to peel my cousin off her own skin.
"What happened? And where are we? This is not the haven!"
I did my best to tell her everything that's happened. But the moment I told her where we are, she exploded into a violent degree of anger.
"You are the most stupid person I know Peter!" She grabbed her bloody coat lying on one of the chairs. "We need to leave! We need to leave just this instant!"
"Hannah calm down," I tried to touch her arm but she pushed me away. "I need to get you fixed and my mom is a nurse, you need to get yourself checked!"
"I don't need fixing!" she yelled at me. "You clearly don't understand what's going on here, Peter. I thought I told you enough but this is stupid." She put on her coat. "We need to leave this place immediately!"
"Hannah—"
"No! We're leaving, right now! No buts!"
She stepped past me and headed for the door but before I could argue with her, we both stopped on our tracks.
A car horn echoed just outside our house.
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To be continued...
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