Supernaturals

15. Deliver the letter

SHAWN

“Something tells me you're going to stupidly get yourself k*lled." Eve said, holding onto me and refusing to let go.

“Why do you keep saying things like this?” I asked, a little annoyed because of her pessimism.

She ignored me, instead she turned to Mike who was in the same room as us. “You are his friend, tell him to stop risking his life.”

“Do you think he would listen?”

Eve kept her mouth running. “First you went into this bloody fight with Alex, now you are going to deliver some stupid letter to Landon.”

“I didn't challenge Landon, he challenged me and I accepted not because I love bloody fights but because it's ancient werewolf tradition. Also, this ‘stupid’ letter is kinda the only way we ensure the safety of our kind.”

Eve yelled, I have never seen her this angry. “What about me? What about what I want? Why can't we just be a normal couple living a normal life? Why does it have to be something extreme every f*cking time.”

“Darling, we are not a normal couple, normal couples don't go running together at night as wolves. Besides, this isn't a normal world anymore, all we can do is try to survive.”

This wasn't the Eve I knew; she was usually composed and never without her tough-as-f*ck attitude. But these days, she was so freaking scared that something would happen to me. And this tremendously increased since I proposed to her.

“I will be back." I said, kissing her and then leaving.

I had to keep it simple or just more drama. I hated drama.

I meant my words, I would come back to her no matter what. We hadn't even gotten married yet.

I had to walk to the vampire territory and somehow, had to deliver the letter to Landon. Of course, I couldn't deliver the letter to Landon myself—cause that would mean I wanted to d*e.

I didn't know anything about being a husband. I knew it was one of those things you learn as you become it but still I couldn't help thinking if I would be an awful husband. What if I didn't know anything about being a husband? I mean, there had to be some special changes that would happen to me when I get married to Eve.

It was still funny that I would become someone's husband, the idea alone made me feel like cracking up.

I was getting close to the vampire's territory. Now I could see buildings wrecked, probably because a vampire felt like walking through it. More importantly, everywhere seemed inhabitable—that's one way to know you were going into the vamp territory. Those motherf*ckers wreck everything they see.

Then I saw them.

I was really shocked but I tried to act normal. I would have hidden but I thought I wouldn't see anyone for at about twenty minutes or so. I didn't expect to see any vampires for the next ten miles. I knew there could be a few around but it was very unlikely for them to be wandering aimlessly miles away from their camp.

Well, there were.

Immediately, I knew they were vampires—all three of them. There was a young man probably in his mid or late twenties, a lady closer to the man's age and a boy in his early teenage years.

They sat lazily on a street bench. Maybe it was me seeing this, I felt they looked exhausted and unkempt. Besides his very bushy hair, the boy looked alright. I couldn't say the same about the adults.

The boy stood, then he positioned himself in front of the other two.

“Stay away from us, we don't want any trouble." The boy warned, gritting his teeth in anxiety.

This was something I thought I would never see. Were vampires actually telling me that they didn't want any trouble? This was a weird day indeed.

“Turn around, let's not make this messy." The lady said, looking at me in the eyes. “Do you think you can take three vampires? No, right? Now run along, wolf.”

I kept silent. Something wasn't right. Was this a trap or something? There was no way vampires would talk to me in such a nice manner—yeah, knowing how vile vampires were, these guys were super friendly.

“I don't want any trouble either, just help me get this to your leader." I said, bringing out an envelope from my pocket.”

They monitored me with their hungry-looking eyes for a while. Then the lady spoke.

“What's in the envelope?”

“It's for your leader, not you, and it's of grave importance.”

“What's in it? Spit it out or be on your way back.”

What was there to lose? They could tell him themselves which was probably better than delivering it to Landon in person.

I told them that I wanted the vampires and the werewolves to work together. I told them that I knew the demons would come for us sooner than we would ever expect and that it was better if we stood together.

“Well, I will be on my way now," I said, throwing the envelope to the boy. “Tell Landon that he should contact me if agrees to this.”

The man stood for the first time. He went to where the boy stood, he took the envelope from the boy and threw it back to me.

“Your ideas are good and reasonable, but Landon will hate them and despise you even more.”

I was a little confused at this point. “What do you mean?”

“Landon is the exact opposite of good and reasonable, you would be better fighting the demons on your own."

“Did you really think vampires and werewolves would ever work together? I admire your optimism.” The lady chipped in.

I felt like telling her I hoped that would happen. If we didn't work together we would all die. Even if we did, we could still all die. Were they really unaware that the demons had more powers than we could understand? Or was she just so naive?

I decided to keep my thoughts to myself.

“Just make sure Landon hears what I have told you all.” I voiced, turning around.

“Only if you tell him yourself, none of us here plans to see Landon ever again.”

The man began to tell me how he had saved some witch and was forced to do some really nasty acts. Then he and the lady were locked up but managed to escape—with the help of the boy.

The story sounded so smooth as he said it. If not that I knew vampires could never say the truth, I would believe him.

“Do you really think I'll buy this?”

The lady shot a flare at me. “Well, we are not selling anything so you can take sorry ass back wolfland."

Wolfland? This lady had an attitude. I kinda hated her already.

“This is the truth, it's left for you to believe or not.” The man whose name was Declan said.

Declan. Hmm. A vampire shouldn't be named Declan, that's too new and fancy. Or even Ashley.

The man went over the story once more and everything was the same. No changes whatsoever. But that wasn't what made me buy it. His honesty did. I don't know what it was but something just told me he was telling the truth. Something I couldn't understand.

Also, I could hear his heartbeat and while he spoke, it was as steady as usual. However, that wasn't enough to judge because some people were very good at lying—besides, vampires’ hearts beat only about ten times a minute.

“I guess I'll be on my way now.”

I left them with a very busy mind. Were they really telling the truth? Was I supposed to just believe them? But then the story seemed real.

Well, none of that mattered. If I gained anything from these vamps I met, it's knowing that Landon would never work with the werewolves. His ego and madness would never allow him.

If the werewolves were going to survive, we would have to fight for it. We have to accept that we are alone in this. It didn't matter if we felt we could or not, we just had to.