He’s up and on his feet and I can barely make out the outline of him as he takes off sprinting for the edge of the rock and springing himself across the gap, like he’s proving himself to me. He lands hard, but without falling. And I forget all about his exhaustion as the last of light disappears and other vampire screams erupt across the land.
Chapter 28
The vampires bite at the night as we leap from one rock to another. Every now again, I glance down and see the figures of their starving bodies, scrounging the land for whatever they can find that possesses any amount of blood.
“Are you sure they never climb up here?” I ask and then fling my body over a large crack between two rocks, arms out, flying like a bird.
He follows right behind me, landing only a few inches back. “Sometimes they do, but not often. There not the best of climbers, you know.” He speeds up as we reach the end of the rock and flies across the gap.
“Yeah, in the city they seemed to stay on lower ground, which made them more of a pain in the ass.” I follow, putting less effort into my jump, yet still going farther. “They were always in the way.”
Aiden pauses to catch his breath.
“Maybe we should take a break,” I suggest.
He waves me off, standing up straight. “Just keep going.”
So we continue, running farther into the night as more vampires cry out. Another gap and I don’t falter, soaring through the air and landing on the other side like a cat. Aiden follows, landing with a stumble and skidding onto his stomach. He curses under his breath, but jumps to his feet, shaking it off. The more jumps we make, the more his movements lag, like he’s draining of energy, but won’t admit it.
“Are you sure you don’t want to rest for the night?” I fake a panting breath. “I’m starting to get a little tired.”
He pauses, his hand grasping his side. “Let’s go a little further, and then take a break.” He sounds relieved.
I nod and launch myself into the night, flinging my body over the next gap, not realizing how wide it is until I’m halfway over. I land, tripping a little, but saving myself from a fall. I turn quickly, starting to shout at Aiden to stop, but he’s already airborne, arms flinging. I hold my breath as he lands, but he catches his boot on a rock and stumbles forward. His feet rip out from under him and I watch as he falls off the edge and vanishes into the night.
“Aiden,” I whisper, running to the ledge. “Aiden can you hear me?” The only answer I get is a herd of vampire shrieks, reverberating up the cliffs wall. I lie down on my stomach and peek over cautiously, hoping I don’t lead them to us. “Aiden,” My voice is soft, guarded. My stomach rolls as a crackle echoes from the land below. My hands grip tightly around the trim of the rock as I pull myself farther over, searching, hoping. “Aiden, please be alive.”
“Kayla.” The sound of his voice is a blanket of relief and my body trembles in a way I’ve never felt before. “I’m okay, just try and keep it down.”
A long pause and the sound of the vampires’ shrieks is maddening, almost driving me to the point that I fling myself over the edge, ready to take them all on and see if I can make them scurry.
But instead I whisper, “Can you get back up?”
Moments tick by.
“I think I’m stuck,” he finally hisses. “I caught on to the side of the rock before I hit the ground, but my foot is wedged between two rocks and it’s not budging.”
I squint through the dark. “I can’t see you. How far down are you?”
“Not too far, I don’t think” he says, keeping his voice quiet. “Look to your left a little.”
I follow his instruction and spot him, not too far below, just like he said. But it’s too dark to see the situation he’s in, just how badly he’s stuck. I shuck off my jacket and bag, so it won’t make noise when I move. Then I scoot my feet over the edge, turn, and back down, praying that the vampires don’t spot me—or worse, spot him. Gradually, I maneuver my way down to him. Instantly, I realize that he’s in a much worse situation than he let on. He’s dangling upside down, blood rushing to his head, stealing circulation from his legs. The only thing that’s keeping him from nose-diving to the ground—to the vampires—is his leg, which is wedged awkwardly between a fracture in the rock.
“Can you get yourself turned upward?” I ask, bracing myself on the rock beside him.
He tries to lift himself up and moans in pain. “I think my leg might be broken.”
I shift my weight silently. “Broken?”
“Yeah, bones broken,” he moans. “Never mind. I’ll explain later. Just help me get my leg unstuck.”
I scale up above him, positioning myself so that I can gently grab hold of his leg without falling to the ground. Warm liquid seeps through my fingers and drips down the back of my hand. “Are you bleeding?”
He responds with a groan.
“Why isn’t it healing?” I wonder.
He only groans again and I rush to free his leg, knowing if the vampires smell the blood, they’ll turn him into one of them. And even I won’t be able to stop them all.
“Okay, grab onto something,” I instruct, one hand on his bleeding leg, the other securing me from falling.
Rocks tumble to the ground. “There’s nothing to hold onto.”
I extend my leg down to him. “Okay, so hold onto my leg.”
“Are you crazy?” He says. “I’ll yank you down with me.”
“You’re underestimating my strength,” I say, hoping I’m not overestimating it.
A pause, then he gently takes my leg, his weak pulse beating through his fingertips. I inch my hand under his injured leg and carefully give it a soft tug. He yells out in pain and the sound carries for miles. This time I’m not as gentle. I yank on it and when it slips loose, the weight of him jolts me down. I clamber to snag my fingers onto the rock, my hands getting scraped raw as we tumble toward the ground.
Just before we hit bottom, I manage to hitch my fingers onto a rough ledge. The force of the stop almost tears my body in half, my bones snapping, my muscles stretching. But I pull through, thrusting myself onto the ledge with every ounce of my strength, dragging Aiden up with me. He rolls onto his back, groaning.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, rushing to his side.
“I’m fine.” He turns onto his stomach and glances over the ledge. “I think we’re fine.”
He’s lying. I lie down, staring up at the cliff, wondering how in the world I’m going to get him back up to the top. He crawls over to me and lies breathlessly beside me, so we’re head to head, arm to arm, leg to leg. I don’t ask him what he saw over the ledge or what we should do. Because I know all we can do is wait until morning.
And hope none of them smell the blood before then.
I’m still awake when the sky starts to shift from black to gray and then vampires start to flee for the caves, out of sight, out of mind, at least for now. The ash and smoke is growing thicker and seems to be traveling from the direction we’re heading, so that means the city has to be getting closer. Aiden’s fast asleep, curled up, his head resting on my lap. He’s not afraid of dying, but afraid I’m already dead. But his fear is twisted because his heart rate is steadily decreasing with every passing minute and his leg is bleeding, his skin turning a ghastly shade of white. I’ve been watching him for a while, waiting for the wound to heal. Whenever someone is hurt, they heal within a few minutes. So why isn’t he healing? I think about how exhausted he was while we were running and worry there might be something wrong with him.
“Aiden.” I give him a soft shake. “Can you hear me? Are you awake?”
His eyelids flutter open, honey eyes glossed with pain, lips dry and cracked, voice nothing but air.
“Why aren’t you healing?” I ask. “Your leg—it’s still bleeding.”
His eyes roll shut and he wraps his arms around him. “Because I’m human,” he mutters.
“Everyone’s human.” I trace my fingers along the rim of his wound. “And we’re supposed to heal on our own.”
“Not always.” He lets out a sigh. “The only reason I ever did before was because of The Colony … they pump us up with a bunch of this medicine crap that accelerates the healing process.”
“I don’t remember this,” I tell him, brushing back his hair from his forehead. His skin’s beading with sweat and I wonder if the pain is making him delusional.
“It was done daily,” he answers, squirming and wincing. “At least to anyone who was a Bellator.”
My daily injection. “I thought that was only done to me—and that I’d die without it.”
“You might have,” he murmurs. “If you’d gotten hurt bad enough.” Then he stills, soft breathing as his heart fails.
I think about my shots. Every day Monarch would give them to me, saying it was saving my life. Which it was, I guess, but then why did he stop? Why did he skip the shot right before The Gathering?
I glance down at my arm, blood pumping strong, skin free of cuts even after the horrific fall. Medicine remains in the bloodstream for a certain amount of time, but is my blood still concentrated enough to save Aiden? Probably not, but I have to try.
I adjust my weight, carefully sliding Aiden’s head off my lap and onto the ground. He winces from the firmness but doesn’t’ wake. I wipe my hands on my torn jeans and start up the rock, my body waking up the higher I climb.
When I reach the top, I grab my jacket and backpack and quickly put them on. Then I scrabble back down to Aiden. He doesn’t stir when I kneel beside his head, but his heart still thrums, so I have some time. Removing a syringe from the bag and crossing my fingers that this will work, I bite the lid of the needle off and stab it into my forearm. Once it’s full of my blood, I pull out the needle and watch my skin stitch itself up. This boosts my hopes that it’ll work. I move the knife to Aiden’s leg and inject it right above his wound. Then I wait for my blood to pump through his blood, hoping it works, but not expecting—I never expect anything. Slowly, but surely, the bloody hole on his leg starts to shrink as the skin cells and muscles rebuild and reconnect. Once the skin has sewn back together, the rhythm of his heart becomes sturdier—stronger. His eyes open and I know that he’s going to be all right.