Barrett? I'm home.

POV SWITCH
CHRISTINA'S POV

Heather turned to stone, holding her hands in a heart. She sacrificed herself for all of us, and it wasn't even her fault at all. I let out a gut wrenching sob. She was one of my best friends, and she had to deal with so much. Henry was sobbing soon after me, followed by Jeremy, and soon we all had tears streaking down our faces. Apparently, he was angry enough that Heather's death wasn't all. We soon heard low growling come from around the corner of the room, down the small hallway. We all looked around, and held our breath. I felt Philip wrap his arm around my shoulder, and I looked at Ray, who even though he was having a coughing fit, was blocking Jeremy from wherever the noise was coming from. 

I screamed out loud along with Angie, Jeremy, Lily, and Jordan, as a rabid, demonic creature jumped from behind the wall. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

We're so dead.

The animal slowly prowled towards us, low growls emitted from its jaws as in inches closer. None of us dared to move, and it was getting closer. Some of us were wounded, and wouldn't be able to move fast enough to escape it. My mind was frozen, and all I could do was stare, as my life flashed before my eyes. The next events seemed to passed as slow motion.

The rabid animal leaped forward, latching onto Ray's leg, since he was the closest, and began to drag him through the room, as Jeremy screamed louder than I thought was possible, jumping up and running towards Heather's statue. He then quickly pushed it over, right on top of the animal, shattering Heather's body, and killing the creature. Jeremy had always seemed like a twink, so it was surprising what adrenaline, and apparently love can build up for him. Ray was slowly sitting up, while coughing out more blood. Jeremy ran over to him, gripping tightly onto him, closing his eyes.

"I'm ok, Jer," he was cut off by coughs, "I'm ok."

"Uh, guys, look at his leg." We all looked to what Angie was talking about and Ray had dark purple colored blood gushing from the bite. Wait, Purple? Angie ran to get wrappings for the wound, and stubbed her foot on a piece of rock from Heather's statue. Holy shit, that's my best friend. We just shattered Heather into a thousand pieces, and I could still see the pieces of her eyes, that used to shine such a bright blue. I let out another sob, too overwhelmed with emotion to even think straight. Everything was happening too fast.

    Everyone was crying, and trying to catch their breath, even Connor, who kept to himself. We'd have to think about what Heather had been saying later, since no one was in an ok state to think or talk. Jeremy still hadn't let go of Ray, and Ray was laying there, trying not to focus on the fact that his leg was bleeding purple, and starting to leak out of the bandages and onto the floor. He was also holding in his coughs, desperately trying not to move Jeremy. Once he couldn't hold it in anymore, he started coughing fit, making Jeremy immediately leap off and try to help. Usually, his coughing would stop after a minute, but right now, he was still coughing, and the blood coming out was now too, purple.

No one really knew what to do to help Ray, and over the past hour or two, he'd been getting even worse than before, coughing every minute or two, each session lasting five minutes. The purple color of his blood is what really seemed to be worrying us, and nobody seemed to have a clue.

"Wait!" We all looked over to Philip

A/N: sorry I didn't post for about four days. I've got A LOT going on. Thanks so much for reading! I love all of you! If anyone wants to talk ever I'm here!
Eliza Schuyler Hamilton 💙💙