Prologue
You know when you go through shock when something horrible has happened, for instance you just found out that you were moving away from your best friend or you get home from school and find out that your dog just died. Or there's the one that I, personally think is the worst. When you get home and find your whole family slain in your living room. That numbness is one of the worst feelings. Ever. You can't tell me otherwise.
When I saw that gruesome scene I thought it was just a joke you know since it was April first. A cruel April fool's joke. All over the white walls was blood. It soaked everything from the new couch that mum and dad bought two weeks ago to the carpet that was a few centuries old. I had walked all around the house, every room seeing if someone would jump out and say 'APRIL FOOLS' and then everything would be alright. There was no one other than the dead bodies that littered the ground.
When I had finally got to my small bedroom at the back of the house I'd discovered that it was the only room that didn't contain any blood soaked furniture. That was until I walked into the conjoining bathroom that connected my room and my little brother's room. The message that had been written on the mirror is something that will never leave me. YOU'RE NEXT.
Immediately I had through a bag together with all possibly essentials; clothes, toiletries, money, passport and one photo. The only picture that contained my whole family, there was only two members left alive; myself and my half-brother Isaac.
After I had left I had started to think about who might have been at fault. There weren't a lot of suspects as my family didn't really get around much. Really we just kept to ourselves. The first suspect that had come to my mind was the hunters. They didn't normally do this though to my kind, normally they just stuck to the lycanthropes or as others know them, werewolves. That's when I had lost the denial and it changed to anger. The first thought that had gone through my mind was how dare them. We had done nothing wrong. There had been innocent people in there that they had dismembered. I was ready to declare war, to avenge my family's death. Then I had started thinking about trying reason with myself. It was as if there was two of me – Darcy Lahey no. 1 and Darcy Lahey no. 2. Darcy no. 1 had wanted war while Darcy no. 2 had wanted to find Isaac, take the peaceful option. The anger had left me and turned into bargaining. I had been bargaining with myself think that maybe I could come up with a compromise. Eventually I had come up with one. Find Isaac then avenge.
When I had gotten a few kilometres away from my house I had broken down. I had no idea about what I was going to do next. Isaac was on the other side of the world. My family was dead. The airport was still sixty kilometres away and I had nowhere else to go. I had become one of those depressed slobs. Slowly I had gotten up and started walking. I had no idea where I was going but I had found myself at bus shelter, then getting on a bus to the airport. Everything had become blur. I had turned my depression into acceptance. I had become determined. I was going to find Isaac and track him down then with his help find the hunters that had killed my family.
They say that there are five stages of grief. Stage one is denial. The second is anger. The third is bargaining. The forth is depression. And finally the fifth is acceptance.