The Hunted
Preface-A horrible past
I stood near the door. I heard something inside my parent's room. I didn't know what was going on, but it sounded like someone was in their room. I had no clue what to do, but, c'mon, I'm only 13, until a couple of months!
I slowly opened the door and peered inside. Standing there, holding my mother was a man. He had brown hair and amber eyes. He was beautiful. But, what was he doing to my mom? He looked like he was biting her. That's when she realized, he was….
They said he didn't exist. He shouldn't exist. Yet, there he was. I gasped, and he looked at me. His cold, silver eyes glared at me, lusting for blood, and blood was dripping from his white fangs. I couldn't stand there anymore; I was disgusted from all that blood. I ran for my brother, Everett.
"Everett!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Everett!" I noticed the light on in the bathroom, and banged on the door. Then, I heard, "what?" It was Everett, except he called from across the hall. My head told me not to go in there, but, as always, curiosity got the best of me.
In the room, I saw my dad lying on the floor. As I got a closer look, I screamed. He wasn't breathing, and he had a pair of bite marks on his neck. The last remnants of his blood were trailing out of his neck.
"What are you scr-? Oh." Everett mumbled as he walked in. He always sounded sleepy. He didn't seem as upset as I was. "Harmony," he snapped, sounding stern and urgent. "You've got to get out of here." Next thing I knew, he picked me up in his arms and threw me out of the nearest window-thank god it was a one story house.
"What about you?" I exclaimed.
"I'll be fine. Just leave, Harmony!" He threw a pocket knife at me, but when I opened it, the blade was wooden.
"What is thi-?" He then gave me a tight hug and whispered in my ear, "Go to the abandoned church. It's safe there." He shut the window tight and yelled, "Go!" But, by the time I was at the street, I heard a loud scream.
"Everett…" I said to myself. I looked at the wood-pocket knife Everett gave me, and ran to the Church as fast as I could.