Destined to Kill: A Destined Novel (Destined Novels Book 1) by Jourdyn Kelly Page B

trouble," I say quietly.
    "No trouble here," he laughs. "Just a good time."
    I start to back away as they come towards me, at the same time I brace myself for what I know is coming. "I'm sorry I interrupted your...meeting. I'll just go back this way."
    "But you came all this way," another one says from behind the leader. "Look, we got beer and everything." He lifts the six pack he's carrying to show me that he's telling the truth.
    "I don't drink. But, th-thank you," I say, making myself stammer with fear. I hear the faint click of one of the guys opening a knife. Even better. They start circling me like vultures and keep discussing their plans, though I'm not listening anymore. I focus, instead, on the best way to go about taking out the biggest first, then working my way through the rest.
    "I get her first," the ring leader is saying, and then quickly makes a grab for me. Anticipating his move, I - with blinding speed - jump up and over him. While in the air, I grab his head between my hands and, with a quick twist, I break his neck. As his limp body falls to the ground, I come down beside him and sink my teeth into his neck. I can hear the rest of the gang either getting sick or shouting for me to get off of their leader. My head snaps up and I snarl at them, my white eyes a sharp contrast to the red blood dripping off my fangs.
     

     
    "No!" I shot up in bed, a cold sweat rolling down my back. My entire body is shaking as I struggle to gain control. I look around frantically, wiping at my mouth. When I see there's no dark alley, no blood, I regain a bit of composure. "Just a dream," I say in the darkness, although, somehow it doesn't make me feel any better.
    The relentless pounding that I think is my heart pounding in my ears turns out to actually be someone banging on my front door. When the noise finally registers in my cluttered mind, I reluctantly get up. I wrap a blanket around me, still feeling chilled to the bone by my dream, and pray it's not the police coming to arrest me.
    "Who is it?" My voice sounds like I've been gargling sand.
    "Ana? Open up!"
    Confused, I open the door. "Zac? What are you doing here?"
    "Seeing if you're alive! Jeesh, maybe you could answer phone calls or something once in a while." He pushes his way into my apartment without invitation.
    "What are you talking about? I'm not feeling well, so I took a nap. I guess I did not hear my phone." As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure where my phone is. "Why are you here?" I ask again as I begin searching for my missing phone.
    I freeze in the middle of my search. If Zac is here and I've apparently missed many calls, that had to mean... "Oh my God, is something wrong? Is Amanda okay?"
    "Ana, everyone is fine. We're just worried about you." Zac looks at me as if I have gone completely insane.
    Once I hear everyone is okay, I go back to rummaging around for my phone. I'm not quite sure what else to do. Zac being here - along with my dream still being on my mind–has seriously made me feel that I have gone completely insane. "If everyone is fine, then why are you here, Zac?"
    "Are you kidding? Ana, no one has been able to get a hold of you..."
    "Wait. So you come banging on my door and waking me up from my nap just because people haven't been able to get a hold of me for a couple of hours?"
    "Hours? Ana, seriously, what is wrong with you?" Zac came up to me and put his hand on my forehead as if checking for a fever. "You haven't been to school for two days!"
    I swat his hand away from me. "Stop being ridiculous." Two days. My nap couldn't have been more than one or two hours, tops. "There's no need to exaggerate. What is so damned important?"
    "I'm not exaggerating, Ana. It's Friday !"
    I roll my eyes. "I wish. That would mean I wouldn't have to put up with your shit at school tomorrow." I know being mean is unnecessary, but I'm really not in the mood for his crap right now. The cramps are still there, my head is still pounding and I am famished.