This is my first fanfic. I know it is short. I just wanted to know what you guys thought about it. And english isn't my first language.

Protector

I woke up in a strange place, I've never been before. I woke dizzy and my head hurting like hell. It kind of reminded me a little, of my first time getting drunk. That time I just woke up in a stranger's bed, and not on a field, that couldn't be close to home. Lucky for me, I didn't do anything with him, but I got one hell of a shock.

I looked around, and saw what I least expected. An unknown woman lying beside me, or a girl I don't know. She had brown hair, but what was strange, was the half blue moon on her forehead. It reminded me of a book series, I once read. I was thrown out of my thinking, when I heard her rapid breathing. I look around for help. The only thing I could see was a little house, down the hill, I was somehow ended on.

I looked her over, and saw she had hit her head on a rock, or something. A strong urge to protect her, suddenly came, and I came to the conclusion, that it would be safest to just carry her. I don't know where all this strength came from, but I liked it. I lifted her up "bride-style" and ran to the house.

I almost broke the door then I smashed into it. An old woman was sitting in a chair, but was in a flash ride beside me.

"Oh my good Zoey, what happened to you," the old woman almost yelled. Trying to lift her herself, but realized the girl in my arms was too heavy. She directed me to the sofa across the room, and said I should just lay her down. The old woman seemed to know the girl. She was calling out her name, trying to wake her. The sleeping beauty never moved an inch.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked, with a hoarse voice. The old lady just looked at me, like I knew the answer, but I didn't. I at least thought. I took an extra look at the old lady. She looked like an old Indian woman. She looked like I pictured Zoey's grandmother.

"We have to get her to the House of night…," I didn't hear more. Something just clicked in place for me. I just found a girl with a half-moon on her forehead, and her name is Zoey, and now I was standing with a person that looked exactly like Sylvia Redbird (Zoey's grandmother).

"If I may ask, what is your name?"

"Sylvia Redbird," she said, without looking at me. She was searching for her car keys. She held them in her and said: "Would you please carry her to the truck. I'm getting old, and she's too heavy for me." I nodded, walked over to her. I lifted her up without problem, and carried her to the car.

"What is your name dear?" Sylvia asked me.

"Alice Plack," I answered short.

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