Chapter 8 (Demons Hunters IV)

Summer's heart was racing fast as she ran through the corridor in her beast form, unconcerned about the consequences of being exposed, perhaps because she wasn't in her right mind or because the daggers were still piercing her body, but her beast had taken over and was on the verge of going berserk.

She ran so fast and was so agile, but if one looked closely, one would notice how weak she was. But she hid her pain and weakness behind her anger and her will to save the one she cares for.

Summer paused for a few seconds, lifting her nose and beginning to sniff the air. Her neck suddenly snapped in a particular direction where the scent was stronger. Summer was surprised that no teacher or vampire had emerged from their classes, especially since the entire school smelled of blood.

Summer ran toward the theater room with all her might, ready to destroy anyone who was found wanting. As Summer brought the door open, she immediately dashed towards the bastard, who was inches away from plugging a dagger into her friend's chest. But before the dagger could touch Phoebe, Summer's claws had already run through his body in the worst way possible.

"Argh, you bitch," he cursed, dropping the dagger to the floor. Summer's claws ran from his shoulder through his chest and down to his abdomen. If Summer had gone any further, a different story could have been told.

But that didn't stop him from fighting back. He came at Summer like a crazy person, but if he was crazy, then Summer was a maniac. Summer didn't hold back; she fought like the beast that she was, clawing, biting, and kicking the guy. If not for the fact that Summer was already weakened, that guy would have been dead meat.

"Argh," he screams in frustration as Summer claws at his face; he kicks Summer, causing her to stagger slightly, but she quickly returns to action; Summer was like a stubborn fly that refuses to let go of that spoiled food.

Summer's speed had reduced due to blood loss, while Phoebe had passed out a long time ago. Summer was kicked to the ground from the back with unmeasurable force, dislocating one of her hind legs.

Now that Summer could barely stand up on all fours, she growled dangerously and sneered at the stranger who was making his way toward her.

"Shut up, you mutt, now your time is up. Do you really think that you could defeat me?" "It was fun, but now I would love to hear you scream," he said, walking over with a blank expression but his eyes speaking volumes.

He realized, as he put his hands into his jacket, that his dagger was not on him; his jaw clenched in range with the realization. Summer was able to carry her body despite the pain she was experiencing throughout her body and the daggers shocking her out of her strength and blood. But one thing was sure, and that was that she wasn't going to die in this boy's hand, but if she were to die, he would surely be joining her.

Summer noticed that he didn't have his dagger on him. Seeing an opportunity, she leaped towards him, ready to end it all and take her friend back home, where together they could find Mira.

But he caught her before she could deliver any blow, grabbing her and crushing her bones, making Summer's body limp.

Summer in her wolf form let out a painful howl as she felt all her bones break, her broken ribs, and the silver daggers pierce more through her internal organs, making it hard to breathe and her vision blurry.

Summer was dropped on the ground harshly like a sack of potatoes by the person in front of her. She knew she had to shift back to her form quickly before her bones started to heal incorrectly, but she couldn't; she didn't have the strength. Every movement was torture. Even breathing became difficult.

He had a pleased smirk on his face, seeing the way Summer fought for her life and the whimper she made with every small movement she made.

"Come on, come on, fight me, fight me." "Hahaha, a moment ago you were unstoppable, then what happens to you now?" He squatted close to Summer with a demonic grin; even the way he looked right now, no one would believe him if he said he was a demon hunter; they'd think he was the devil himself.

Summer could feel her bones attaching, but not in a good way. At this moment, what he was saying was nonsense because the pain had clouded her hearing. But despite her pain, she still wanted his blood; she wanted to rip his head off, but right now she couldn't.

"Let me end your misery, little dog," he said, standing up ready to get his dagger, but as he was turned around, a dagger passed through his neck swiftly. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as blood splattered everywhere. He turned to look at the person who was behind that, and lo and beholds, it was Phoebe.

Phoebe pushed the dagger deeper into his neck with her shaking hands. Her eyes held no remorse for her actions; in fact, she was pleased to see him die. She hoped that she would never have to see his face ever again. but she knew that she would.

Blood splattered everywhere, soiling her dress and skin. He held her hand as his mouth moved, but no word came out except for the blood that flowed from both his mouth and nose.

His eyes, which had previously held nothing but rage and vengeance, now held nothing at all as he died on the ground.

Phoebe's legs gave up due to all the mess that just happened in a single class period. She managed to move her body towards Summer, who was whimpering in pain as she found it hard to breathe; her breath became shallow and uneven.

"Summer, Summer," Phoebe shook the big white werewolf with tears welling up in her eyes, "are you alright?" No, that was a stupid question. I mean, can you hear me? "If you can please shift back," Phoebe begged as tears poured from her eyes.

"Please, Summer, just shift back so I can try healing you." Phoebe cried harder as she nuzzled her face against Summer's soft, bloody fur. "Summer, please," Phoebe cried out, shaking uncontrollably.

She raised her head, looking at Summer's still body. She caressed Summer's head, she used her sleeves to wipe her tears and snot away. She tried calming herself down by taking deep breaths, but that didn't stop the tears from pouring out, making her body shake uncontrollably.

As she pulled each dagger from Summer's body, Phoebe cried harder and flinched as if she were the one who was injured,

Summer wanted to tell Phoebe to stop crying, that her tears were also making her emotional and making her heart hurt, but she couldn't; she was fighting a losing game with her eyes and her heart. Summer knew that this was the last time she might see her friend again and it hurt, this was not how she had visioned her last moment but not everything one wishes for one gets. her eyes which were slightly opened began to close, and then her body became cold and stiff.

Phoebe's hands stopped midway when she realized that Summer wasn't breathing anymore; the irregular rising and falling of her chest had stopped, as had her heartbeat. She quickly placed her hand under Summer's snort but couldn't feel her breath. The dam holding the remaining tears in her eyes broke loose.

Phoebe cried so hard because she couldn't use her magic due to her body being weak; if only she had used her magic on that girl instead of trying to prove a useless point, things wouldn't have turned out like this. Phoebe kept on regretting everything she had done till now. She leaned close to Summer and laid her head on her soft fur, crying. She began to feel another wave of dizziness washing over her.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you, for being a jerk for not being able to save you; I know I wasn't the best friend to you; I'm also sorry for always being rude and never taking you seriously; I'm sorry for never telling both of you and Mira how important you are to me; how colorless my life would be without you both; and I'm sorry it had to end this way."Phoebe heard the school bell ring and the numerous footsteps that followed after.

"Very soon, everyone would know about us; what a terrible way to leave this world," Phoebe chuckled, "and I sincerely hope Mira is in good hands."

Phoebe heard multiple footsteps walking alone down the hall, but one particular one got her attention. Walking through the bronze door was the ghost with the silver hair; he stood looking in their direction for a while before taking long steps toward them.

"Leaving so soon, friend, let me escort you both to your friend," he said, flashing a bright smile at Phoebe. He looked at Summer with an amused expression.  "She said she couldn't die," he muttered.

Phoebe couldn't keep her eyes open any longer; the darkness was slowly consuming her, and soon she was fully consumed.