Chapter 2


[7.16.10] “You were a bonus.”

Welcome to the second chapter of Betrayed! Thanks all you guys who have signed my guestbook and have read Betrayed [1]. So click that arrow on the right side and begin the second part of this journey!


My eyes snapped open and focused on a white ceiling. I frowned. When did I get back home and how? The events of last night slammed into my brain. I shot up straight and gasped. My ribs felt like they were on fire and I had a huge migraine. I blocked out the pain for a second and examined my surroundings. I was in a room with gray walls, a few windows covered with curtains, books scattered around in neat piles, and photos all over the walls. A cold chill ran down my spine. I looked down myself and realized I only had a bra and undies on, a huge bandage wrapped around my torso.
“So you’re finally awake.”


I instantly jumped out of the covers and landed in a crouched position on the bed, my hand instinctively reaching for my blade.
“Looking for your blade.”
“Who are you,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“The guy who saved your life last night.”
I narrowed my eyes, “You’re a vampire. Why didn’t you kill me?”
He chuckled. “I had other pressing matters.”
“What. Like killing innocent woman in dark alleys,” I suggested sarcastically.
He took a drag on his cigarette. “No. You were a bonus.”
I looked him straight in the eyes, not quite figuring him out yet. “That was the best opportunity for a vampire to kill a hunter.”
He looked at his cigarette, uninterested. “Do you want me to kill you?”
I didn’t reply, knowing that his question was sarcastic.
He put his cigarette out in a nearby plant and stood up, heading towards the door. “The clothes on that chair are yours. They’re clean. When you get dressed, I’ll give you back your weapons.”


After getting dressed, I cautiously came out into the living room. He was standing at the kitchen sink. He turned, put a cup on the table, and leaned back against the counter with a smug look on his face.
He nodded towards the cup on the table, “It’ll make the pain more bearable.”
I stiffened a little, annoyed that he noticed how uncomfortable I was.
“Do you actually think I would drink that?”
He chuckled. “If I was going to kill you I would have did it when you were unconscious.”
He had a point.


I swallowed nervously, realizing how dry my throat was, and slowly took a seat in front of the cup, not liking the little amount of space I had between me and him. I glanced down at the mystery liquid. It was a slight red with a sweet fragrance. He must have noticed my hesitation.
“It’s red tea.”
I took a slow sip. The warm liquid slid down my throat and cooled my aching ribs. I looked at him, “Why did you stop them from killing me?”
He glanced toward the ceiling, forming his answer carefully, “I have my own personal reasons.”


A day later, I stood in front of Debra. The back of her chair faced me.
“What happened out there? You didn’t check back in until the next day. I know you’re not the kind of person to forget about regulations.”
“There were a lot of them, so I was preoccupied.”
She turned her chair around and looked at me, “Who told you to pick a fight!”
I kept my cool and replied calmly, “It was inevitable.”
She looked at me levelly. I shouldn’t have sent you out alone.”
I sighed and sat down in one of the chairs behind me, my ribs aching from standing up straight for too long.
“It just happened that way.”


She stood up, going to stand in front of the window.
“I’m going to put you on another. . . assignment. You won’t be doing much field wok until you’ve completely recovered.”
I opened my mouth to argue about my health when she cut me off.
“You’ll be guarding someone important.”
I stood up quickly, the chair faintly squeaking against the hard wood flooring. “You’re going to make me baby-sit,” I asked incredulously.
She turned to face me. “This is just as important as doing field work.” She leaned over her desk and pressed a button on her phone, “Send him in.”
She turned her attention back to me. “You might not like this but, the person you’ll be guarding is—”


The door opened and someone walked in. I held in the gasp that was trying to escape my chest and finished her sentence, “A vampire.”
I whorled around to look at her, “You expect me to guard and protect a vampire,” I asked in disbelief. Especially him!


She looked calmly at me, “Yes, I do. If you don’t accept this assignment, you may never get another one.”
I closed my eyes for a second and calmed myself down. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
I stalked out of her office and went to the lobby to wait for him. He walked over to me and stopped. “What now,” he asked raising an eyebrow.
I folded my arms and glared at him, “We need to talk.”


In the end, the only private place I could think of taking him was my place. He sat down at the table while I stood leaning against the counter. He started talking first.
“Let me guess, you want to talk because you want to know one, why I need protecting, and two, why I chose you.”
I didn’t say a word, just nodded for him continue.
He leaned back in his chair. “Hmm. Well, for question one, you don’t need to know.”
I laughed. “Why, did you do something illegal?”
“Maybe.” He looked completely serious. “And two, you only need to know that I have my reasons.”
I sighed. “So in other words, ‘you don’t need to know’.”
He nodded once.
I shifted, putting my weight on my other foot. “So, I guess-” I stopped suddenly. The air had shifted, an electrical charge laced through it. He must have noticed it too because he went completely still.


“They’re here,” He announced tensely.
I was about to say who when as if right on cue, the window shattered, sending tiny glass shards everywhere. Three vampires had jumped through the window, all dressed in black.


Like a flash of lightning, Zain had got up and pulled me against the wall near the door. He stood protectively in front of me.
“How’d you find her,” He practically growled.
I stiffened. ‘How’d you find her’? What the hell is going on?
The vampire in the blonde vampire in the middle, obviously the leader, took a step forward. “We have our sources.”
“Really.” Zain lunged forward.
The vampires tensed and crouched into a defensive position. Zain slammed into the leader, both of them hitting the desk against the wall.
There was a split second where the world seemed to slow down. Zain’s eyes met mine right before the other two vampires jumped him.
He was telling me to run.


The world suddenly snapped back into normal speed. I don’t know why I listened to him. Maybe it was because I was completely confused and didn’t know what the hell was going on, or maybe it was because I actually trusted him. Either way, I yanked on the door, almost breaking off the knob, and ran down the hallway. I busted through the exit door that led to the stairs, and tore down them running as fast as I could.


Running through the emergency exit door, I stopped in the alley hugging the building. A smile worked its way to my lips. It was still there, my back-up car. Going over to the driver’s side, I took the key from out of the rim of the front tire. Hopping in the car, I jammed the key in the ignition and turned the key hard; the car hummed to life. Not even caring about putting on my seatbelt–which was the least of my worries–I yanked the gear shift to drive and pressed my foot on the gas.


Something jumped in front of the car and I slammed on the breaks. Not the smartest idea considering it could have been one of the vampires trying to kill me. It went over to my side and opened the door.
I let out a breath. It was only Zain.
“I’m driving,” He said. I slid over to the passenger’s seat.


He hit the gas and peeled around the corner, nearly smacking off my passenger side mirror. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He wasn’t beat up badly, even though he did have a few cuts. His hands were tightly curled around the steering wheel, the car weaving through traffic.


We hit open road and I relaxed.
“What the hell’s going on,” I asked, sounding hysterical.
He sighed, his grip still tight on the steering wheel. “I’m not supposed to tell you until-”
“Until what? I get killed,” I said, cutting him off. “Why were you protecting me and what did you mean by ‘How’d you find her’?”
“Look, I’ll explain everything when I get you to a safe house.”
I shook my head. “No. Tell me now,” I hissed.
He didn’t say anything for a while. “You’re. . .special.”
“Special,” I repeated disbelieving.
He sighed. “Your father. . .”
“My father what?”
He sighed again. “Your father was. . .a. . .vampire.”


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