“Take a long walk away from home. Take a walk along the seas, listen to the heartbeat of the waves of the oceans, listen to the cries of freedom from the shores,listen to the praises of the creatures scattered across the lines of the freedom, the likes of them , big, small, large, little, healthy and not, tall and not, done for or still living,breath in life from the wind, let your ears be merried with the pleasurable tune of the birds of the sky, so that, orgasm won't be far from reach,let your soul receive it, let it moan in pleasure, and let your Spirit rejoice in freedom, for today has been good, the 'morrow surely shall arrive, and with infants with it, to cause trouble, grief or sorrow, pain or affliction,but ye listen, remember Today, today along the sea, remember the pleasure across the shores, hold on it, for the 'morrow that cometh with infants of destruction will be consumed by the happiness,freedom, joy, love and peace that your soul and spirit hath received and
Logan and Camila shared a look. Logan felt a swarm of guilt roll on him. He felt more terrible than he had ever felt before. "Oh, wow" that was all he could say, without thinking. "People like you deal with people like them, don't you?" Russ asked. Logan looked at Camila as if he needed answers, and Camila slowly shook her head. He looked back at Russ with a slight chuckle. "I, um - I don't understand what you mean?" "I mean, the CIA is always chasing the bad guys—" "Like me?" Logan said with a chuckle, filling his cup to the brim, and he consumed it immediately. "I didn't say—" "Sometimes, Russ, bad people are bad because they need to survive in an evil and very very very bad world. Yes, I have my own cycle, yes, there was a time when I was on the run, but…" he paused, and looked into his eyes. "I don't know anything about Twain Russ, neither have I ever heard or seen of him" "You wouldn't anyways, it's been more than four decades
"What?!" Camila sprung up with unbelief. Her heart was failing her and her knees were shaking, a tumor through her whole body it was. "Calm down, love" "No! Don't ask me to calm down. You're leaving tomorrow, and you're just telling me today, this night, just a few hours away. So you have been lying to me all these while, Logan?! Huh?!" She got angry and Logan stood up to hold her, but she dashed back. "Don't… just don't" tears roamed freely inside her eyes and within l seconds, her cheeks had the same fluid trailing down. Logan couldn't stand seeing her cry, it was unlike her, but he'd better accept the changes he had also effected. He leaned closer, Camila shuddered backwards, but he held her hand. "Please, let me" he took his hand to her face and wiped Away the tears with his fingers. "I will be back… I promise" "You fucking had a plan…" she whimpered lightly. "You had a plan all these while" she repeated her own words as if trying to mak
Camila looked at him unbelievably and took some steps back. "I know the story you told about the night in Cuba that I said was just a tale…" her voice was quite shaky as she tried to get a grip on it. "But somehow it turned out to be true, even though it's crazy, you really killed Twain Russ and all those men—" "Are we going to ta—" "No, wait. It's crazy, but it really happened. You're not ordinary, that I already know, and would rather not know more, but me? Vampire? …" She chuckled crazily. "How you say it so bluntly…" "Because you need to know everything. There's more about you that you don't know…" Camila ran her fingers through her hair, expressing her frustration and confusion. "I'm a vampire? Why isn't it so much for me to take? Why does it feel like, like …" she gulped. "Like I have known it all these while but just didn't want it? Just didn't want to know it, didn't want to be it?" "Well, it is what you are" "And I hurt you?"
Camila felt the world stop rolling around, and in her throat was a lump that didn't seem to dissolve anytime soon. Her heart beat had some instances, she felt a heavy hit. "Camila?" Russ called to her hearing. But she wasn't taking the news lightly. "Camila?" He walked closer to her. Camila looked at him as if to say. "So this is it?" But she was speechless, and utterly out of it. "Let's go inside…" Russ assisted and took them inside. "Well how about the drinks? It's not gonna get down by itself!" "Sorry, pal. We don't need it, it's no fun anymore" Russ replied him and walked inside. The truck driver chuckled. "Did he just say sorry? …" His face lightened with a huge smile as he faced his truck. "Oh my God, I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm fucking rich!" He yelled out loud and hopped on it. **** "Are you okay?" Russ asked Camila. "Should I be okay, Russ? Should I really be okay? He planned it all before he went away, this isn't him caring about us or loo
CAMILA_*_* "Are you insane!?" Russ rushed out, calling out to me. "Look, I'm not asking you to be a part of this. This is my story, and it's high time I get back to telling it my own way!" I fringed back at him. "There's always a better way to everything—" "Yeah? You don't know who this man is and what he is capable of doing. He would even be worst now! You think he wouldn't come for me? I fucking shot the man and cleared his business, and I saw him die! …" I tried to calm down as the we were attracting people's attention from the club. "No, Camila, I'm not going to be a part of this. You are to keep a clean slate, this life isn't good for nobod—" he'd been cut short by several gunshots to our side! "Get down!" I pulled us down behind a car while they rained bullets on us. "What the fuck was that!?" Russ groaned. He had been shot in the arm. "My old pal, I guess…" I looked at his arm and got furious at the sight of blood. "Holy shit! The
The morning was quiet as I retreated my mind back at what had happened. I could hear it all, I could see it all. I couldn't stop thinking and feeling that the werewolf was dead and it was a good thing. "Ho-w how?!" Pablo Don Pablo stammered, immediately retreating to his car to run, leaving his favourite warrior for dead. He laid shivering for some seconds and just then, he stopped. He stopped breathing, he stopped struggling for his life, he gave up fighting as of someone had taken it by force, as if I had taken his life for myself. "Camila!..." The car parked right before me and Russ opened the door. "Get in, let's get the hell out of here!" I jumped in and we rode off, only stopping to get a refill and continue until we nested at … "Hey" Russ brought my mind back to the present. He handed me over a cup of coffee, yielding one in his other hand for his own consumption. He sat on the chair at the other end of the room which faced mine, and overlooked
We had our first stop at Logan's desert mansion and took some good guns and some other firearms with us. "We are going to his house" I said to Russ once we drove out of the desert. "Is that a good idea? Shouldn't we like hit his business or something or a warehouse? Besides, security would be tight at his house… he will he expe—" "No. He won't be expecting me, and he will be hiding at his house cringed up with fear because his supernatural warrior is dead. And we will just send the perfect message…" I opened a small bag. "What are those?" Russ asked, staring at the small devices. "Explosives. Small but mighty…" "How are you going to set them off? " I pressed a button on my watch and it's beep connected the explosives. "Oh wow" "We set it all around his house, after he's dead" "Ay ay cap…" "Russ?" "Yes?" I held his hand. "It's not too late to turn back, you don't have to do this. You haven't even been in a gunfigh