Chapter 2 He saw her (Part Two)

Going through the wrought iron fence was very easy for her, all she had to do was to wiggle her fingers and the fence made way for her and went back to its original form as she passed through. She struggled to walk as there seemed to have been a fight or something, as the whole compound had broken bottles littered around. She, apparently, couldn't stay in the compound, not unless tetanus and a dozen other infections weren't unappealing to her.

The church's door was a bit stiff, which half-convinced Anna that the building was empty. As she stepped into the church, she was relieved. It was empty...no brain-muncher equalled no problem. The church building was quite pretty and the high ceilings made it look bigger than it did from the outside. She was about to find a pew where she would sit and plan her movements until she heard sounds. She immediately dismissed it as fear and was angry almost with herself...but then she heard it again. And again. And she saw them all.

There were zombies in the church, some had been kids and elderlies, so it was clear that they had been hiding from the zombies, only to die and become them. She was surprised that at least sixty zombies were in the church she had wanted to stay in to think. She had to move, no time to overthink things. She ran to the entrance door, halted and for some reason had felt pity for them, for what they had become. She whispered, "I'm sorry." And then she set the whole building on fire and she darted to the car, started it and fired off.

He had been watching her. He had seen her before she saw his car. She didn't act like she knew she was in the vampires' territory. She wasn't a spy, she didn't carry herself like one...she was just one person in search of food. But that didn't mean he should have allowed her to keep breathing, that didn't he should have allowed her to keep wandering in the vamp territory. Not to mention she was a witch, according to all he had heard, their blood was the best, five sweeter than humans, and what's more, it was intoxicating. He had had to fight the urge to go to her, drink her dry before she could move her finger and then snap her neck. That was what he should have done, that was what, probably, every other vamp in the world would.

She was a beauty, an utter beauty. Her outfit was not extravagant on its own, but with her in it, it looked like something that costs ten times its real price. Her legs were so pretty, even from afar he could that her skin was flawless, if there was something called spots, her skin had no idea. Her lips were strawberry sweet-he hadn't tasted it but he was certain they were, also being blossom soft. Her shape was curvy in that way that no one could complain of, her beauty was just out of the world. Her swagger, her stride, her energy was very close to being addictive. From the moment he had begun staring at her, he couldn't find one reason that would make him look away. Why would he want to blink, why would he not just stare in inaction as her beauty mesmerised him?

And then she looked towards where he stood watching her from afar, and he initially thought she had seen him. When she shifted her rapture-blue eyes to where he stood, he had ducked, and stayed squatting for some time. He had felt silly because of how swiftly he had hidden, and then he rose back to feet. Also, he figured there was no way she could have seen him, with the way the sun had flashed in her eyes and with the distance that had been between them, he did not doubt that she hadn't seen him. His presence was still unknown to little Miss Witch.

He had watched her walk into an old building for reasons Declan couldn't fathom. Didn't she know that were over seventy zombies in the building she walked into? With his vampire senses, he could smell the zombies from half a mile away. Even as she almost stumbled in the building's compound, he had whispered "easy there", and had sounded like a moron caring for someone who wouldn't hesitate to set him ablaze as she had done to the zombie earlier, and also to the building as she darted out. He watch her as she scurried into the car, looking very scared now. The zombies, who she hadn't known were in the building, had scared the shit out of her, and her bold composure had turned to the opposite. At least, Declan got to see her scared, which exposed another side of her beauty to him.

The moment she got into the car, she had started it and zoomed off speedily. He had gone after the car, not because he wanted his car back but because he knew she hadn't a clue as to where she went. He was as sure as hell that the next vampire who saw her would kill her faster than she could move a finger.

He was the Superior-an alpha himself but since there were many packs, he was the overall leader. The title 'Superior' had never been use for any werewolf in history, werewolves were very private beings that preferred to keep to themselves and most importantly, their packs. Most werewolves had packs and those packs were never changed or switched or merged. They stayed in the same pack their fathers were born in and most of the time, they couldn't say how long they had stayed in the pack. Like Shawn Holland-the Superior-he represented the eleventh generation of the Holland family. And now he was the leader of eleven pack, what a coincidence.

While werewolves had a lot of value in culture and tradition, they didn't give a rat's ass if Shawn's family came from way back, werewolves didn't give anyone respect if it wasn't satisfactorily earned. When the apocalypse had risen months aback, the eleven packs had, very reluctantly, come to an understanding that if their kind was to survive, they had to come together as one. Whether they liked it or not, they stood a better chance of survival if they stayed together. A fight among all the Alphas was seen as the only way to get a leader who would rule over the eleven packs. It was agreed that it wouldn't be a fight to the death as the alpha's were needed if the system was going to work. It hadn't been easy at all for the alphas to fight without anyone dying, but with great discomfort, they managed to pull it off. With all the alphas' eyes glowing bright red, they had fought for hours and Shawn had been the last alpha standing, and so had become the Superior. Funny how Shawn-only twenty-seven years-who was the youngest and least respected alpha had fairly won. Heads were turned, things were said but he had won fairly. There was nothing anyone could do besides behind-the-back complaints.

Shawn was bothered. His biggest fear was not being strong enough to lead his pack through the tough times. Sometimes he wished he hadn't been so keen on winning and had allowed someone else win. There were many problems but the most alarming one was the fear of extinction. The demons wanted nothing more than to rule and kill other beings. According to what he had once heard, the vampire leader had similar fears. It seemed apparent that they had to come together if they wanted to survive the inevitable war that they would have with the demons. It made sense that they stayed together, even the witches weren't safe either. They had been given little attention because they were very good at hiding and the demons had no fear for them.

"Lately you have been very restless, do you care to share?" Eve, his girlfriend said as she jumped on the bed he laid on. "If you have me in your life, could there be any reason you shouldn't be happy, I see me every day and it hasn't stopped me from blushing whenever I look into the mirror."

Shawn chuckled and squeezed her hands in his softly. "It's not about you, it's something else."

"Progress, at least now you have admitted to there being a problem,"

He told her of his fears and all he thought should be done before it was too late. He told her how that if they could not defend themselves, it meant that their kind would go into extinction.

"Wait, do you think the vampires would ever work with us, our kinds have been at war for centuries. If we tried it, we might die before we meet the demons."

"Well, it's a shame, I feel even hatred should have its limits. It's the living that having the privilege to live or die." Shawn voiced as he stood and began pacing.

Eve stood, held Shawn face in her cupped hands and said, "You don't have to do this to yourself, it would be alright in time...."

"But I'm the leader here, do you know how pressurising it is to be the leader of a kind that could go extinct in one fight with the demons."

"And that's all the more reasons why you should be strong, for yourself and everyone else. That's what is required of you. Don't give way to worry in your heart, you know, worry is like a rocking chair- it gives you something to do but it doesn't take you anywhere."

He went tighter into her embrace and whispered in her ears, "Thank you for being you, I really don't know what I will do without you."

Also in whispers, she said, "Good thing you will never find out."