Deadly

Chapter 34

Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, but for the record, my school talent show is coming up and I have been rehersing.

Clarification: 'Tarius is an abreviation for Sagittarius, and I didn't mispell Taurus.

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"Damn it! Grace, I need to check Jayde! Take care of him will you?" Dylan heard Zack's voice shout, and he started to stagger towards the source of the cries.

"Ben! Help me with him!" Grace's voice ordered, and Dylan heard a muffled cry of pain, and running footsteps.

He felt weak, and the place where he was punched in the stomach was starting to bruise rapidly, but he kept on running. He had to tell the others that the plan had gone wrong, that Jayde had been prepared. They were supposed to create the distraction so that he could sneak in through a back door and find Jayde.

As he rounded a corner he tripped and found himself crashing into Zack. Both of them fell backwards, away from each other, ending up on the floor.

"What happened to Jayde?" Dylan asked.

"Nothing that would concern you, Sylvie." Zack glared, and kicked out, his foot landing right where he had punched Dylan before. Dylan doubled over, gasping. Then he saw Jayde lying on the ground covered in her own blood, and next to her, he saw Daemon trying to fight off Grace and another red eye, but he was slowly loosing.

Dylan ran forwards to help Daemon, but had to quickly step back as Zack kicked out at him.

"Stay back!" Zack ordered angrily. "Stay away from us!"

"I want to know what happened to Jayde then!" Dylan shouted back.

"I'll tell you what happened! When we got away from you, Jayde was hit on the head by that Sylvie over there!" Zack spat, pointing to Daemon who was being held down while Grace linked a gold necklace around his neck.

Dylan felt a sudden burst of pain as Zack took advantage of his distraction. Dylan crashed into the wall, trying to support himself, pain blinding his senses.

"Good night." Dylan heard Zack say, and looked up to see Zack standing over him. He saw Zack's fist pull back, and felt one more blast of pain before he fell unconscious.

Damn it, that hurt! I thought, wincing as I woke up in my room. The side of my head throbbed, and as I put a hand up to my head I felt a small bandage on the edge of my hairline.

Oh, Daemon will really pay for this now I mentally growled, trying to sit up on the bed, but quickly lying back down as I witnessed a sudden rush of dizziness. I let out a quiet moan of pain as the side of my head sank into the pillow a bit, putting pressure on it.

Daemon, start saying goodbye you ass, because as soon as I am able to walk, you will wish you were dead I cursed. I felt a small movement on the bed next to my leg. Sitting up more slowly this time, I propped myself up to see Zack in a chair next to the bed, with his head resting on my bed. I smiled, relieved that he wasn't hurt, and that I hadn't been taken.

"Hey sleepyhead!" I whispered, rubbing his shoulder to wake him up. He jumped in his seat, and turned to look at me, his eyes wide.

"Jayde! How long have you been up?" He asked.

"About five minutes, not that long. Why? Did you miss me?" I replied, grinning at him.

"Well, to be honest, I was worried. That Sylvie did a good job of knocking you out." He confessed.

"Speaking of which, one: where is he? And two: how long was I out?" I asked.

"You were out for a good twelve hours. And I think the Sylvies are in... well... we like to call it the dungeon, but it's just the basement."

"Cool, can you help me up so that I can kill him now?" I asked as sweetly as possible.

"Clare said to take it easy, she's our sort of doctor, and she told me to make sure that you rest." Zack said uneasily.

"I am rested! I was out for twelve hours, which is longer than I normally sleep!" I exclaimed.

"Fine, but just to let you know, Clare also told me to tell you to change, because your clothes are covered in a weird pearly white substance that was dripping from your head. She thought it was just plasma, but I thought it was blood."

"You are right. It is my blood." I confirmed for him, chuckling at his shocked expression.

"But that means that you lost a lot of blood! There was so much on the floor, and on you!" He cried; worry slowly creeping on to his face.

"Zack, it's okay. My blood has a different density to yours, so it might seem like a lot, but in reality, it's not much. It's because we can mist, our blood is a bit lighter than normal." I reassured him.

"Okay." He breathed. "Now what are you going to do to change?" He asked, smiling slyly.

"Just give me my clothes. You are not watching me again." I snapped playfully.

"Aw! Damn, I was so hoping to!" Zack groaned, playing along.

"Weirdo!" I laughed, grabbing some clothes and heading into the bathroom.

As I locked the door behind me, I turned to see what clothes I had to change into. Baggy cargo pants, and... NO! Not that top! It could have been any top that I grabbed, but not that one! Why did I bring it? Oh right, because of training. Agh! I glared at the offending top, trying to kill it with my eyes.

"Jayde are you all right? I just felt the temperature drop. It everything okay?" Zack asked, knocking on the door.

"No, it's not okay. I got the wrong top!" I called through the door.

"Oh, but that's not that bad. Is it?" Zack breathed in relief.

"Believe me, it's bad." I groaned.