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_*_* "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

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

Love, they never say, can be the only thing that can kill an immortal, a God, a goddess, and even the world. Love is a force of it's own, one to be reckoned with. Love is like the curse of a dying God, and the sweet voice of the devil. Love is like a nuclear weapon, it can bring fear, peace, it can build and it can destroy. Why is it so much? Why? I used to say "if love will kill me, I forbid love" but It was clear to me that one day, I would have to give it all up for love, but the question remains, what kind of love would that be? I would bet my life that it doesn't exist. What did hell feel like? Clearly wouldn't smell like burning herbs, clearly wouldn't feel like "a new life, a new chance…" I felt my lips moving slowly and my tongue slipping out those words. Sound was the next thing; peace. Just peace. Why? My eyelids started slipping away and my eyes shuttered as light pierced through my eye balls, the visions that passed through were blurry and scary,

Camila had her gaze fixed at him without the zeal for speech. She had been fed with so much lies that she couldn't see the truth before her. She didn't want to believe because she couldn't. "I'm late, too late, aren't I?" He had never been so afraid before. Camila chuckled as a sound was heard from the back door. "Yeah, you're late, too late" "You have to listen to me. For your own good, it's okay if you want to forget about me or hate me forever, but this isn't going to be good for any of us—" "What isn't going to be good for any of us? My happiness? Or choosing him over you? You dumped me like I was nothing! What did you expect?" "There's a man, he was sent, he- he can't be trust—" "Camila?" Swinston called her from inside, he showed up to the front and put on a confused face. "Is this him?" He asked Camila, staring at Logan who began to growl at him. "You" Logan growled, he couldn't control his anger nor his shifting which was fast app