Chapter Thirty-one: Finding Amy
Gaap didn't hang around to be taken out from the looks of it. Using my newly found ability I killed a spawn quickly. Darius had some anger to work out, so he's was having fun the old fashioned way. I kind of felt sorry for the spawn actually. I heard footsteps and saw a back running down the bunker stairs. I followed, hoping that Amy was safe. I heard movement, what sounded like a fight and panicked voices and then nothing. I paused near a corner, listening for anything. I could hear two people breathing, one of the had to Amy. That was the only explanation for why they were guarding the place. I rounded the corner quickly, hoping to take the spawn by surprise. Something hard collided with my head and I tripped backwards.
“Shit, James! Sorry!” Amy wailed, instantly by my side. I blinked a few times, feeling a rush of relief at the sound of her voice. I could also feel a low ache behind my eyes, even with the help of Darius the injuries were taking a toll on my body.
“I'm good,” I said, sitting up and looking across the room. I reached for my sword and stood up, ready to kill the spawn.
“Stop,” Amy yelled, grabbing my arms and holding me back. I looked at her like she was crazy and turned back to the spawn.
“Hi,” she said after a few seconds, her voice watery. My eyes adjusted to the dim light enough to see that she was shaking, her backs pressed against the wall.
“You know, I'm sure I should be asking questions. But I don't care,” I sighed, taking Amy's hand and going upstairs. The other spawn was dead, though based on his disfigured body, it wasn't a slow death. I heard the girl jump at the sight of him.
“I didn't even know his name,” she murmured to herself. I prepared myself to explain a situation I didn't get to Darius but I didn't need too.
“What's your name?” he asked, obviously sensing something about her that I didn't.
“Anna,” she said, her voice uncertain as she studied him. Darius nodded before leaning against a nearby wall.
“I need to go. You lot take care,” he said. A quick look from him telling me I wasn't to say a thing. The last thing Amy needed was to learn the Angels were still after her.
“So, how do you think Tom will take to the idea of a demonic spawn?” I asked Amy as we walked. Anna shot me a look that said she disliked being called that. Amy paused, her expression not giving much confidence.
“Tom is a big believer in second chances …” she trailed off. It was better than nothing I thought. I waited for Anna to walk a little ahead of us then stopped Amy with a tug of her wrist.
“You have no idea how glad I am to see you,” I whispered, leaning in and kissing her for all my worth. I heard her make a shocked sound in the back of her throat and pulled her closer still. When we eventually pulled apart her cheeks were flushed and her lips shiny.
“I'm glad to see you too,” she breathed, leaning into me. When she pulled away I brushed a hand over her cheek.
“Don't disappear on me again,” I said and she laughed.
“I didn't have much choice in the matter, trust me,” she replied, before glancing at her feet. When she looked up a torn look marred her face.
“James … it was your dad that took me,” she said. I nodded and told her what I'd learned. Anna shouted at us to hurry up. We met up with the others, my eyes on the look out for Gaap or something worse. My dad wasn't all that surprised. Tom on the other hand was far from happy.