Infected Haven Part I by S.K Nuanes (life changing books to read .TXT) 📕

“Get out of here, now before you get slaughtered like cattle.”

“Brent, I thought we broke you out of Hell Capital so we could save your ass.” Robert whispered, I detected growl after he finished his sentence.

“No, you guys got me out of there, cause you are stupid and don’t think things through. But you are my friends, I wouldn’t trade you guys for any friends in the world.” I said, giving him a small grin.

He had the bottle, which will make him human.

“You already signed didn’t you?” I whispered, with my smile disappeared.

Robert gave one nod, silence fell between us we could hear distant screams instead of crickets. It was dying screams of mostly women.

“Yeah, so I might as well take it. But thing is, I need a pint of your blood.” Robert sighed; I could see guilt in his eyes. I jumped inside the car, and grabbed one of the blood bags

I poured all of the old blood out on the floor of the barn, and then used the sink inside the barn to try to remove any of the old blood cells. I slit my wrist and let the black blood pour into the small plastic bag. Within seconds it filled up, I handed Robert the bag before he could grab it a bird on fire, came and grabbed the bag and flew off into the sky towards Hell Capital. Robert got a needle and injected the strange yellow powder into his veins. It seemed like he was doing drugs, then his eyes rolled backwards into his head and he fell backwards.

Two humans, one witch and one manic demon this should be interesting. I tossed Robert into the back of the car.

“Girls, we need to leave now.” I shouted towards the house.

I looked over at Robert, something smelt like it was burning, I lifted his shirt on his lower back a scar formed and it was the symbol of the witches.

It was a scam…

“Well, I’m sure you are aware of Prince Ayperos host has escaped, and we need him back here for when he takes the throne. So Blue Demon, care to find him and your daughter will be given back to you.” Satan spoke, looking at the fireplace admiring his reflection in the flame. He was wearing a long gold tailcoat, with a black tie on under he had a cane with him, the cane was made from human bones, his eyes were a blood red, and his blonde hair was short as usually but slick back.

The demon that sat across from him had a Venetian masquerade mask on that was a dark blue. That part of his face that was visible from behind the mask was a pure white skull. Blood ran from his eyes like small rivers and some of his bones were chipped off. His skin looked to be plastic, yet it looked as if blood was flowing from it constantly. His vibe was humid like a decaying swamp. He was a seven foot tall monster with scars on his plastic looking skin that made him look like he had a smile on his face at all times. His ribcage was visible from the plastic looking skin, with his intestines flowing out, yet somehow always there. His voice was harsh like nails on a chalkboard, yet soothing like wind chimes

“I’m in.”

“If you fail your daughter will be killed.”

“I won’t fail.”

We had to been driving for almost seven hours straight, we were all silent I wasn’t sure how we would even escape. All the gates were closed, so that wasn’t a option there would have to be a way out. Even if it meant I couldn’t go with them, I would fight alone.

“Brent, you should take a break. You haven’t slept at all, go ahead I promise I won’t kill us.” Nina said, sitting in the shotgun seat. I didn’t take my eyes off the road. It almost seemed like I couldn’t take my eyes off the road, I didn’t want to look away in fear of the road changing on us and flinging us off into a ditch. “Nina tell me why you are here? Tell me the truth, why aren’t you training? You should be ready for a war to break out soon.”

“Brent, I need to tell you something. Can you put the car on autopilot, I really think you should listen to this.” Nina said, I could tell there was a small mark of pain in her tone.

I looked over at her then placed the car on autopilot possibly that move might end up killing us. I turned my chair to face her, it’s been a while since I seen her she looked really tired. Well I am sure we all looked like we all zombies with dark circles under our eyes. She was wearing a brown long sleeve leather jacket, dark jeans, a white shirt, and blue sneakers. Her eyes were light green, I still couldn’t believe she was related to Katherine, I guess the Demon Hunting business runs in the family.

“How are you recovering? I know you been through a lot of pain.” Nina said, looking up into my eyes. It almost seemed like she was a little child that just got into trouble.

I couldn’t read minds, but I knew people. She had guilt, and a lot of it.

“I…know you will hate me…”

Before she was able to finish, we came to rough stop like we just ran over a few bodies, I quickly took it off autopilot but we were screwed. We rolled down a huge cliff, the car was rolling over itself I saw Arthena she used a spell to put a shield around the car and finally we came to a stop. I kicked open a door, if I hadn’t had my black leather boots I would probably have a few new accessories in my foot. The girls got out of the car, but I noticed Arthena pulling Robert out of the car with her. He still was knocked out; it was possible he wouldn’t survive becoming human, which was weird I really hoped he read the fine print…

We were at a hotel, I had reserved a name under Rose’s name. I wasn’t sure if this was a bad idea, they probably already have someone after me. The girls were sitting in the living room they were staring each other down; I knew tensions were already really high. It was obvious they hated one another, and they were stuck in the Demon World helping me. Robert was passed out on one of the bed’s, I watched him wondering was it possible to return to some kind of human stage? I knew it gave him something, he had lost a lot and I knew he might kill me if he knew Amanda was killed.

I wasn’t sure, if he would even remember her. Or remember anything, if I should have been there with him when he made the deal. There was a reason witches and demons got a long.

We share an empty heart, and in the end both lay in beds of fire.

“When is the wedding? Have you met her father?” Arthena asked leaning in the doorway, with a devil like smile.

I returned a demon grin at her, showing off few demon teeth at her.

“Ah thing is, I most likely will be dead before I become anyone’s husband.”

Arthena walked closer to me we were only few inches away, “A stubborn mule like you, will end up in the slaughter house. Hm maybe someone may spare your head and hang it on a wall. Like the animal you are.”

“Life is a slaughter house Princess Peach.” I grinned looking down at her, inside though I could see it. My intensities laying on a plate at a table, my corpse acting like firewood in the fireplace, my head being peeled of its skin, my face nailed to the wall, while Satan sits in his throne picking my eyes and brain out, like peanut butter when its stuck on the roof of someone’s mouth.

I knew my fate is in place that might not happen though. Yet I knew one thing for certain. I will be staring death right in the face, clinging for whatever I have left to call life. To cling onto my human memories, not wanting the wind to blow them away like rice.

“There is no happy ending for us, children of the darkness. No chance of finding a piece of heaven. Listen, you aren’t someone I would choose to be locked up with. I know you are different, and that means all odds against you. You can’t do life alone; I get it a lot of people deserve to be killed. Think about it, not everyone is cruel. There is still hope in the human race. The only reason that purity exists is that angels are fighting to keep hope alive. Satan can’t stand hope. He believes you will succumb, but you came from a Catholic family. I would assume you know how to keep hope and faith alive.”

“I find it personally a oxymoron, a demon that has Catholic beliefs? Odd.”

Arthena shook her head with a smile, as she turned to peek out the curtains trying to get a good look of where we were.

“Looks like he is waking up. He may be useless, a extra body we may need to bury in the future.” Arthena whispered, watching Robert slowly stir from a sleep that will change everything. Not just his fate, but also even all of ours. “If anyone is going to get buried in this group, it’ll be me…”

“Ah Mr. Deluca you shouldn’t try to be the hero. They always fall, don’t be stupid. Though you are already screwed, you can go on suicide if you want. But remember, when you loose grip of your human memories. I am sure little Miss. Carter will gladly do what Miss. Gray should of done.” Arthena whispered those last words in my ear, like a snake hissing it’s tongue against skin. I watched her walk out of the bedroom, and back out in the living room to watch some television. I knew the kind of shows that played down here. It wasn’t family friendly, I looked at Robert slowly rise from the bed.

Pure human…and even more damned than I am.

“Robert, do you remember who I am?” I said, softly really unsure if he would even remember if he was left handed.

“How could I forget an bampot like you?” Robert grinned, his eyes were a dull green and his skin seemed to have more color to it.

I didn’t know if he knew that it was a scam, there was no way to reverse a curse. If there is, we wouldn’t find it in Hell.

“If anyone is a clumsy idiot, it is you dear friend.”

Robert sat up, a little slow taking few moments to make sure all his muscles were awake.  After he stood up he walked over to me.

“Where are we going exactly?” Robert asked, with some concern in his new eyes, it was strange for me to look at him. A vampire for hundred of years, was now in some human state.

“I have no idea, I wish I knew how much time I had left before, he takes over. So then, I can get you guys out of here. Then I will end Satan, even if I die trying. If I am punished to one of the Inferno Circles, then slowly Hell will crumble like ruins. No king, no order. And when there is no order, the angels will finish the rest I hope.”

“Brent, if there is a cure for vampirism, maybe there is a…”

Before he could finish, I cut him off feeling a wave of anger drown me sending me tumbling into hands and grabbed me.

This is getting so annoying.  But I find it cute; that someone actually thinks you can be saved. As