The bullet almost missed him. Instead of going straight through it, it scraped his shoulder before hitting the wall behind him. Thorne blamed his lack of reflex to the immense pain, although he somewhere knew this girl knew how to shoot. Nevertheless, the wound would be healed very quickly and the pain wasn't really noticeable at the moment. That didn't mean Thorne didn't yell or curse.
"I will rip your throat out, you little piece of shit." he cried in his mother tongue. He forgot she didn't have a clue what he was saying, but honestly, he didn't really care. All he wanted was to get out of that house. Unfotunately, his mind was as blurry as his sight, and he didn't think about simply jumping through a window. He had to eliminate the threat first.
The blood in his eyes made it impossible for him to see. That wouldn't have been a problem, if his ears were working properly. Due to the blood and pain, they weren't, and even his other skills wern't working like they're supposed to. For the first time in many years, Thorne felt a slight sense of panic and fear coming up, but he was able to push it away. He guessed were Freya was and simply ran into her, which made the both of them collapse.
"Bloody..." he cursed again, before getting up. He ran to the door and crashed his wounded shoulder into it. The pain increased, but Thorne was getting desperate. He had been longer inside a house only once, and the memory wasn't a good one. It happened even before he lost his sight, and it was Aelia's plan. She wanted to see what happened to a vampire if he stayed to long in a house uninvited. Thorne still believed he almost died that day, and he wasn't planning on reliving it.
He hit the door for a second time and you could hear his bones breaking. Another curse came out of his mouth, but he didn't give up. For the last time, he slammed into the door and this time, it broke down. He tumbled outside, and fell down the stairs, covered in his own blood. Luckily, there wasn't a soul outside. Thorne would have loved to stay on the ground for a little longer, but he knew Freya would try to kill him again if he didn't leave immediately.
He got up, grabbed his skateboard - which was laying beside him, since it was blown away when he broke down the door - and ran. He wasn't strong enough yet to teleportate, but the house was on a hill. After a few staps, he rolled his skateboard in front of him and jumped on. After a few blocks, he stopped and collapsed on a bench, breathing heard. The pain was decreasing, although his healing bones were still very painful. He cursed again and started wiping the blood of his face.
"This was a very shitty day," he muttered to nobody. He grabbed his phone and sent a text to Helias.
I fucking hate you.
I also need new clothes and I'm gonna use your creditcard.
I you block it, I will blow your brains out.
"Let's go see the fireworks," he said to himself. He'd clean himself inside a toilet later.
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CARPE THAT FUCKING DIEM
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