Chapter 10

Vampires are naturally cold. It's what we are: just cold, solid beings. However, Selene and the others are hybrids. Despite this, they are still able to give the same aura as a regular vampire. It would explain why I could see their hearts were still yet calm.

It's no surprise, really, once I realized that the heat and beating hearts were coming from Lycans.

We all look towards where the sound of destruction came from. Three Lycans stood in the midst of the rubble of the ceiling, the only proof of them being responsible for coming through it. My vision comes back to me, and yet I didn't appreciate me being able to carefully analyze the physical aspects of the creatures. I have not seen Lycans in days and I don't really have the need to see them now with their uninteresting muscled legs and they're larger than normal teeth.

When did I start seeing this well?

Selene looks at the Lycans with a sneer. "Shit, where did they come from?"

Is this really a good time to ask? I thought, yet it took all of me not to say it aloud.

"David," Selene says as she grabs her guns swiftly. "Take care of Eve and Hale. Michael and I will handle these three."

"Gotcha," David obeys as he looks down on me.

He helps me up by lifting me from under my arms. I don't stand up, and my back slouches as I can still feel the unorthodox mix of hot and cold. Eve looks at me, not saying anything and the only thing that's loud from her is the concern in her eyes. I only give her a curve of a smile as a reassurance before I hear a roar.

Me, David, and Eve turn our heads back towards the three Lycans. They were aligned in a perfect row yet it quickly broke once the Lycan in the middle sprinted towards us. I'm surprised I do not notice Michael as he goes to attack. He is in his Hybrid form so it was easy for him to block the Lycan with his bare hands. His back muscles compress, making me believe that he is impervious. I almost would feel solace if I didn't look down. The Lycan had enough strength to push Michael back in our direction. I forgot about the other Lycans before they start to run towards their comrade.

What doesn't make sense is that they don't attack us.

I turn to Selene, and he is running to Michael meanwhile offering a bullet to one of the incoming Lycans. It growls in pain before it could go near Michael. It shakes it's head before snarling and I can't even tell if those two had perfect contact or not.

"Go, now!" Selene yells. It is then that I finally feel dominance in my veins as I quickly rise to my feet. David is right behind me, holding onto my arm a little too hard, and Eve grabs my hand as we all dash away from our spot.

Michael is still having his turmoil against the two Lycans as we try to move. He grabs one of them by the neck before flinging it across the room. It crashes against the boxes I sat on before. Dust clouds around the Lycan, but he doesn't ignore it. I cock my head in confusion as the Lycan sniffs the air, giving off whimpers.

The sounds make me blink as my hearing starts to grow. The Lycan then carefully takes small steps over the remains of the boxes, as if it can die if it made one wrong move. It is then I realize why it, along with the other two, are acting like inexperienced predators. From them not attacking us to the Lycan being careful with its steps.

"They're blind," I mumble punctually.

"What?" I hear Eve say as I still pay attention to the unoccupied Lycan.

"They only attacked Michael first because he was the only one they had contact with," I explain silently. "They don't know where they are, but I doubt that that would stop them from attacking."

"Then that can be a good thing for us," Eve conjures, her voice slightly louder than mine as she attempts a quiet tone. I want to believe in the sliver of hope that is hidden in it, as well.

"That's not the case, Eve," David whispers. "They may be blind, but they can still move with help from other senses."

"Exactly," I agree, suddenly thinking that I interrupted him. "They can easily hear who or what is in the room, feel the vibrations from anybody in the room, and not to mention smell any kind of presence."

As I say this, the Lycan near the boxes is now on the concrete ground and resumes to give growls. The heat comes back to me and I wince as the Lycan charges towards Selene.

"Mum, behind you!" Eve shout with caution.

Big mistake.

The Lycan stops just when Selene turns around to look at it. They both don't have eye contact. The only pair of eyes the Lycan paid attention to are Eve's. I know it's blind, but I can't help but think that it knows that it wants Eve as a target.

"Move, move, move!" I shout. Eve doesn't move. Only David helps her do so. They both back away from me, as I am from them, before the Lycan rams into the wall.

I almost lose my balance, but maintain myself. I set my hands on myself, hoping for at least a weapon. My prayers are answered as I feel a small knife in my boot. I don't remember putting it there, but I could care less.

The Lycan is slow as he moves from the wall, unaware of his movements as pain disrupts his violent psyche. It is easy for me to see an open view of its chest. Hastily, I throw my knife towards it.

Another painful roar is released, and it's the clearest I've ever heard any sounds of an animal. It is quick and I prepare myself to hear body against concrete. It never comes. Instead, the Lycan still has its claws pushed hard against the floor. The knife is still plunged in the skin, and I suddenly feel sick as I see it move along the rhythm of the heart. It dances even as the Lycan loosens his pressure from the ground.

It takes me a second to realize that he was paying attention to direction. I curse, looking at every direction to hope for another weapon., letting my mother's voice fill my head.

The key is to use anything around you to defend yourself...

Question is, where is everything?

It's not a good response, yet I'm grateful for the surprise bullet. It grazes the Lycan's head, making us both look to see Selene with her gun as firm as her responsibility.

"Hey, over here!" Selene shouts, her voice altered with a slight echo. The Lycans fighting Michael also hear her loud and clear.

Without a moment's hesitation, the Lycans sprint from their spots. It looks as if Michael and David want to help, but Selene just stands still as a way of denying it. More bullets are fired from her guns. It's a perfect shot to the heads, two bullets each. They are still running before Selene widens her eyes in shock. She jumps up enough to reach the ceiling before the Lycans bump their heads.

Again.

Selene lands in front of me her landing making a crisp sound. The Lycans struggle to recover, not being able to reach to Selene.

"I can't keep this up," Selene admits as she looks back at the Lycans. "I'm almost out of ammo and I don't have any other weapons."

"I'm out, too," I whisper. "All I had was a knife, and it's stuck in one of those idiots." I point towards the group. They are no longer focused on their pain and are too busy sniffing the air. Their ears twitch and it worries me. Suddenly, I realize something.

"Can you shoot their ears?" I whisper to Selene. "It's obvious that they have regenerative abilities, so our best bet is to make sure that their strongest sense is compromised."

Selene moves her lips, but I can see her biting her lip. "That can be an option. But I figured if maybe and Michael and Eve could scratch their ears-"

"I don't think that can do much damage," I say, now looking at Eve. David has his arms around her, but she looks annoyed by his protection. It takes me a moment to realize that Michael is limping as he backs away from the Lycans as quietly as he can. That's enough to catch my ideas for a counterattack and burn them to a transparent crisp. It doesn't take a genius to see that the Lycans can regenerate. Even if Selene were to hit their ears, it would only heal after a few seconds. I don't know if it'll heal completely, but I don't want to take that risk. Michael and Eve seem to have compatibility to go against them, but they don't even know a weak spot; the fight might as well be infinite.

I start to bite my own lip, already tasting blood. The Lycans' growls start to grow and I can feel my heart pounding. I ran a hand through my hair, frequently looking left and right. It doesn't help me, I know this. But I don't know what else to do. I can't even feel any adrenaline running through my veins...

Adrenaline. Power. That's what I'm missing.

I think back to the fight at my coven. Whatever I had, whatever had occurred, whatever awakened my unknown biological powers was able to take down a Lycan. If I am able to summon it again, I can be able to fight the Lycans here. But how? I didn't even summon it on my own. It was like an instant feeling. Maybe it could have been a triggering memory or something. It had to be anything.

Something crashes and I had the slight urge to scream, "What now?"

The sound echoed in the building, making the Lycans turn their heads away. I tilt my head to the right and light spills into the room from where the door once was. What stands there instead is a male figure too dark for me to notice any features. However, the dark cloth assures me that he was wearing a bodysuit.

Everyone has their eyes on him and we might as well pass for broken clocks: devices that will never tell him when he should move. The Lycans are staring towards his direction, showing signs that they are still alive. The one in the middle charges towards him, letting him grab something from his back. A long staff that's the same height as him is held tightly in his fist before he throws it to the Lycan. It roars as it runs to him, so the staff pierced into its mouth. The staff came out of the lower back, covered in blood and bits of intestines, still flying between the other Lycans. I dodge it the same time the wounded Lycan falls to the ground, now lifeless.

My eyes widen and I have no means to fix myself with my head tilted. I still see the figure standing and he is just as stiff as I am. I almost wish for him to be a ghost. I never believed in ghosts, but I might as well let this be proof to be desperate. I wouldn't even ask why or how it is here at all times. I just want to know what it wants.

"Everyone, stay still," the figure orders. His voice is young and nostalgic.

The Lycans hear him, and it seemed that Selene was going to ignore the man as she grips her guns tightly as the Lycans growls. A whistle explodes in the silence and the Lycans finally dash to the figure.

Now I really feel like he's a ghost as he suddenly brings out weapons from out of nowhere.

Twin pistols, dark as the night, are held with absolute dominance. He shoots at the Lycans many times, only grazing them. Only one manages to pierce of the shoulders, making the Lycan fall. The man walks closer to the Lycan without worrying that it is still going towards him. As fast as a hurricane, he then takes out a blade and throws it. I notice an unusual substance from it before it lands in between the Lycan's eyes. It stops itself, growling in pain meanwhile its claws scratch the concrete floor. I almost expect the Lycan to ruin the floor as it brings a deafening noise to the room, making all of us cover our ears.

The man doesn't stop there. He sprints from his spot to deliver a roundhouse kick to the Lycan with the wounded shoulder. As soon as his foot hits it's head, he uses pressure to push himself to the other Lycan. His hands dig into the fur with his body on top. All the Lycan does is move like the wild animal it is. It is crazier than usual, possibly because he is in contact with something other than its brethren.

The man quickly drags his hand to where the knife still is. Despite the speed the Lycan is going, the man maintains his grip. He pulls the knife back ahead, making a straight line to make for a new wound. The Lycan screeches in pain, not for long as it collapses with no resistance.

The wounded Lycan comes back to the fight as it goes against the man like they were wrestling. The man may look small for the Lycan, but he surprised me as he has his hands on the Lycan's mouth. He tries hard to push it with the leftover strength he may have. He has a black bodysuit on, covering his face, so I cannot even tell if he is struggling or not.

"The staff!" He suddenly shouts, looking right to left. "Somebody give it to me!"

I jumped when I heard him yell, but I quickly look around the building to find the staff. There is only a small amount of sunlight from the open entrance, but I use it for help. It works, as the staff is lying on the floor, close enough to my reach.

Quickly, I dash to the staff. Looking back at the man, I push it towards him with enough force. The man briskly grabs the staff, his other hand pushing the snout of the Lycan. His hand relocates every second, as I believe he is trying to find a fair grip on the staff.

My powers help me hear a click and then suddenly, a thick, curved blade pops open from the staff.

With enough power, the man hauled the scythe-turned staff to the Lycan's neck, the blade inserting itself completely in the skin.

More roars escape from the Lycan, giving the man an advantage. He crawls away from his spot, managing to stand up again. He reaches for his scythe, but it doesn't come out. There must be some friction in the flesh. Eventually, the scythe pops out of the wound. There isn't even time for the Lycan to scream again when the man plunges the scythe back into the wound. Only this time, there was enough pressure and ability to behead the beast.

The head bounces as it hits the floor, no signs of twitching to be seen. I release a big sigh once I realize that everything is all over. Everyone else just stares at the man with shock. I can't really blame them. I am myself surprised that this stranger somehow found us. Not to mention, kill three mutant Lycans singlehandedly.

The man breathes heavily as he looks down on the body. Exhaustion makes me believe it is unlikely when he killed the Lycans very easily. I start walking towards him meanwhile he pulls his scythe out from the Lycan.

"Excuse me?" I say once I reach a fair distance, making the man look back at me. A gasp appears between us, but it's not from me.

"Hale?" He says with surprise. My eyes widen and I talk a step back as he walks closer to the shadows of the room. "Is that you?"

"Who the hell are you?" I ask, now forgetting that this man had just saved everyone here. How does he even know me?

"It's me," the man says calmly.

With a free hand, he takes it behind his and makes an unzipping sound. Once it was loose, he then takes it off with ease. I then let out a gasp of my own, letting me see easily one of my friends. The one whom I played jokes with. The one who I made fun of in training. The one with one eye in the shade of brown and the other as blue as the sky. The one whom I thought was dead.

"Wyatt?"

GUESS WHO'S BACK? I'm so happy to actually be back to writing. Things have been hectic this summer and even now, what with everything involving college. Since it has been a while, I apologize for the long wait and for my writing. I don't even know if everything is in check, but now I hope to make things interesting for you guys now! Thanks again for waiting and I'll see you until next time!