Chapter 2:

He wanted to break the steering wheel like he had done so many times before. His anger would always get the better of him but not this time. He needed to control himself, especially around the Angel everyone seemed to fear. She seemed like a sweet girl to him but something mysterious about her also caught his interest. As he watched her walk into the building, he drove off into the night aimlessly. He needed her help, an angel’s help. If he wasn’t so desperate he would do it himself but he was at a loss.

He was no fan of angels. He could easily tell she was amused by his appearance but her hatred for an Immortal like himself was clear and apparent by the deep cuts in his arm. It was a good thing his cells could regenerate faster than humans.

He took a deep breath, taking in her scent. It was.. lovely. Almost reminded him of the time he was once human. He brushed those thoughts away and tried to think of what was at hand. His brother had gone missing for almost a week now and he was sure the Government was involved when they tried to cover it up as an accidental death.

He would have sensed his brother’s death but he didn’t. So he caught on immediately. The only clue he had to him was his subconscious telepathic message, his 3 second view of a white van with ‘D.P.I.’ written at the side. No doubt that D.P.I stood for an undercover group working for the government.

His blood began to boil with anger at the thought. If their race was ever to be found, they would be hunted. Again. He wasn’t going to let that happen, nor was he going to let his brother be sacrificed and handed over easily to the government without a fight. He parked the car inside a parking lot building. It was almost secluded for the exception of drug dealers and gang members roaming about, claiming it as their territory.

As he got out of the car, he slid his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Singling out a cigarette, he put one to his lips and lighted the tip. He inhaled and exhaled a puff of smoke.

“You shouldn’t smoke.” A voice hid behind the shadows. “It’s bad for you.” It added as the voice came out.

“It would be. If I was still alive.” He countered as he inhaled once more before turning to see the face behind the voice. “What do you want?” It was one of his friends, Ethan.

“Did you talk to the girl?”

He nodded. “I did but she made it pretty clear she didn’t want any part of it.” She mentioned something about someone ripping her wings from her. That must have hurt, he added mentally. “I’ll try again tomorrow night. She went inside.” A stupid unwritten rule in the book of the Immortals; One can’t go inside someone’s home without an invite.

“God Damn it, Jack. We can’t let these motherfuckers get away with it.”

“I know!” He shot back. “They have my brother, what do you think I’m going to do? Nothing?” He shook his head. “I’ll get her to help one way.”

“Why not get that Damien guy to help us?”

“That’s suicide.” He said simply. Damien wouldn’t take his personal business seriously unless his girl was helping and involved in one way. He was going to do that but he wasn’t going to ask him for help. “Damien would play us.” Or kill us.

“Yeah, there’s nothing for him in this anyway. Unless what, you offer your soul to him?” Ethan cracked up laughing.

It was ironic to the both of them. None of them claimed their souls anymore. They were immortal. It was their trade to become one. Fallen angels still had their souls which was one reason they never mixed with Immortals.

“Isn’t Nina trying to be a good girl now?” Ethan asked. “After all the wild stories I hear I figure she wont last long. Just try to convince her it’s for the better good.”

Jack nodded his head. In a way it was, he wouldn’t feel bad about lying to her. “I’ll just see how long Damien will stay out in the dark before he comes after us.” He wasn’t scared of death... or Damien but he knew all too well of his destined future.

“You’re older than Damien. You’re far stronger than him. Who cares. He only has support from daddy. That’s what makes him scary. He’s like the boogeyman’s kid.” As Ethan finished his sentence, a gang quickly approached them.

Jack and Ethan stayed quiet as they both watched them get close with caution. Jack puffed on his cigarette before flicking it on the ground and stepping on it nonchalant.

“Hey, you two. You need something or anything?” One so bravely called out as his eyes went from side to side, paranoid.

Ethan looked at Jack before he answered. “Nothing in particular, kids. We’re just taking a quiet stroll.” He said sarcastically.

“We aint kids. You’re drivin’ my customers away. If you aint gonna buy, I suggest you leave before we have some trouble.”

“There won’t be trouble.” Jack grinned. He slipped his hand inside his pocket once more before the paranoid teen pulled out a gun and fired at him. A loud shot rang in everyone’s ears. Jack continued to act, pulling a single cigarette out and lighting it on his lips.

“What the fuck?” One of the gang members asked loudly.

Jack let the wound heal itself as the bullet seeped out of his skin and hit the ground. “Ethan.” Jack puffed on his cigarette before letting it go to waste. “Look. They ruined my favorite shirt.” His hands went to the hole the bullet caused.

“That’s not good.” Ethan shook his head in disapproval. With quick speed, he pulled the teenager with the gun in his hand away from his pack and held him by the throat. He crushed his vocal cords. “Well, don’t be rude. Apologize to my master.”

The kid struggled to speak but only gasps and groans rose from him. The gang quickly pulled out their own guns and began firing freely at Ethan’s body. After a minute the guns began to click without ammo. They only managed to make Ethan step back once but his hold on the teen was still strong.

“What the fuck are you?” One of them panicked before they threw their guns on the ground and began to run away from the two men.

Jack’s natural instincts took over him as he watched them run for their lives. In a second he had one on his knees spitting out blood. He kicked him in the stomach once before picking his body up and crushing his skull in. He rushed to the other close by and dug his fangs fiercely into his neck. He took no blood but began shredding his jugular and left him to bleed to death.

The last two were still on the run but they weren’t going to get away. An immortal was almost similar to a snake. He could sense vibrations, movement and body heat. His unnatural speed had caught up to the last two. He sent a punch to the fastest one, sending him flying back. Without mercy, he walked up to him calmly as the other just watched his action, sobbing. Jack picked the one on the ground. He shook him in the air to snap him out of his confusion.

“Your friend ruined my shirt.” He spoke through gritted teeth. Though to tell the truth, he wasn’t angry about the shirt. He was taking his anger out on them. This one wasn’t a kid. He was well in his thirty’s, guilty of anything. He could sense it in him.

Jack could feel his dark heart beat inside his chest. He wanted to know how it felt. He held the man by the throat as his free hand embedded itself inside. He pulled through his ribcage and other organs until he could feel the heart inside. He ripped it out of the man’s chest and held it in his hand. It was beating for life but for a lost cause. Jack gripped it tight till it exploded in his hand.

He turned to the other. This one was in his early twenties but his life was already ruined before Jack came into it. He picked up the sobbing human, only for him to panic and fall back down on the ground. He was sobbing on his knees, begging.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He cried shamelessly.

“Don’t beg me for forgiveness. Ask your God.” Jack leaned down and snapped his neck instantly. He didn’t have the need to clean up after himself but the blood on him felt good. It reminded him what he was; a vicious killer with no remorse, with no need to justify every murder.

He made his way back to Ethan. He still had the teen in his grip, his face becoming pale by the second. “That was quick.” Ethan said as he saw him in his view. “What do you want me to do with this one?”

“Let him down.” Jack ordered.

Ethan did as he was told and released him. The teen fell to the ground as he gasped for air. He tried crawling away but was pushed back down by Ethan. “You’re not getting away without your punishment.”

“I’m really sorry. Please. Just don’t kill me.” The teen stuttered over his words.

Jack looked down him. He crouched down to be on his eye level. “Where are your parents, kid?”

“They’re at home. Please.” His eyes began to tear up. “Don’t kill me.”

“You ruined his shirt.” Ethan hollered.

Jack raised his hand to shut him up. Once he did, he lifted the teen up by his shirt and punched him. “You shouldn’t be out in the streets late at night. Straighten up kid. You don’t want to end up like your friends. Dead. Do you?” He asked seriously.

The teen shook his head, as he sobbed silently.

“What do you have on you?” Jack asked, already knowing what was stacked up in his pockets, strapped to his body. When the boy gave no answer, Jack sent another punch to his stomach. The boy spat out blood and fell on his knees crying. He pulled out what he had. Weed, and pills all in bags.

“Is that it?”

The boy nodded and promised.

Jack sensed he was telling the truth so he didn’t need to remind him his life was on the line. “If I see you out here again I will kill you. You got that?”

With a quick nod and another promise, Jack let him go. “If you tell anyone what you saw, I’ll come after you.”

The boy shook his head once before he ran off and disappeared.

“You were easy on the kid.” Ethan commented.

“Hurts to know he’s so young and already ruining his life.” Jack added as he picked up the bags the boy had spilled on the ground. “He gets what I didn’t. A choice.”

“And if we see him out here again?”

Jack looked at him for a quick second before he tossed the bags at him. “Then kill him.”

“My my, you put off quite a show.” A cold breeze swept in.

Ethan and Jack both turned to see the pale glowing skin and silhouette of a woman.

“…Nina?”

“Wrong.” As she came out of the shadows she revealed herself. Her hands were placed on her sides.

“Oh. Sierra; am I right? What brings you out here?” Jack’s voice showed amusement.

“I just came as a warning. Leave Nina out of whatever business you have going. She doesn’t need it and especially from a soulless Immortal.” She hissed.

“Ooh. The kitty has claws.” Ethan taunted.

Sierra gave a nod with a grin plastered on her face.

“So she sends you as a warning.” Jack laughed.

“I came on my own free will. Nina doesn’t kill unless she needs to now. I kill for fun. One wrong move from the both of you and I will shred you to pieces.” Her eyes gave off a red glow. Her body began moving backwards. “Keep your eyes open boys.” She chuckled. “I’m on to you.” The cold air that had accompanied her, vanished, along with her.

“I guess Damien’s not the only one we have to look out for. Right?” Ethan asked.

Jack sneered. “I heard about her. Sad to say that there’s nothing to worry about. She’s not a warrior like Nina.”