PROLOGUE
My brother was always picking on me when we were little, before everything changed. Before he had come.
We sat in the living room, Miles, my older brother, was busy playing one of his monster games. I really wanted to play with him, but he wouldn't let me. He never let me.
"This game isn't for girls." He would say over and over again.
"But mum said I can play." I lied, pleading with my eyes.
"She doesn't know that it's a big boy game." he insisted..
"You're not big. You're only nine." I stuck my tongue out at him. "So I can play too."
"Nuh-uh. This game isn't for baby five year olds." He said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not a baby." I stomped my foot in protest, them ran down the hall to find my mummy.
She sat at the dinner table reading some papers. I knew she was in her work mood. Her long black hair was pulled back into a tight bun; her glasses framed her beautiful hazel eyes.
I always wanted to look like mummy, but I didn't. Miles did. He had the straight black hair like mummy, and the same honey hazel eyes. He skin was even slightly tan like hers. But me? Sure I had black hair, but mine was v\wavy and had hints of brown through it. My eyes were grey with light blue rings around them, and I was as pale as Grandma Olive.
Mummy always said that I looked so different because my dad had blue eyes and brown hair. But miles always told me it was because I was adopted.
"Mum." I ran up to her.
She looked up from her work straight away. She always stopped what she was doing when ever I wanted to talk to her. "What is it sweet heart?" she asked with a beautiful smile.
"Miles called me a baby." I whined.
She grabbed me and placed me on the table in front of her. She gave me a kind smile before replying. "And why did he say that?" I shrugged, and she laughed. "Well, lets see." She lifted my arms and my hair, looking at me as if she was trying to find a bug or something. "You don't look like a baby to me. You look like a princess."
I smiled and nodded. "And Miles is the ugly troll." I giggled.
Mum and I laughed and talked for hours after that. Suddenly I was feeling tired. So mum carried me to bed, where I fell asleep.
It was still dark when I heard the footsteps out in the hall. I instantly went still, fear taking over. I watched my bedroom door praying no one would come in.
"Miles?" I whispered so quietly I barely heard my own voice. There was no answer. I waited for him to pop out ad scare me, but he never came.
Then I heard something smash and mummy scream. I threw the blankets off me and ran to my wardrobe, where I hid.
I heard my door open and close quietly. Some one was walking towards me, and I silently began to cry. Please don't let the monster get me. I prayed. I knelt on the floor and tried not to make a noise.
"Samantha?" it was Miles.
I burst through the doors and into his arms. The noises outside my room had stopped but that made me feel more scared. I looked up at miles, my eyes blurry from my tears. He hugged me before letting go.
"Come on." Miles grabbed my hand and we headed for the door. I was too scared to try and stop him. "We have to find mum." He explained.
We headed for the dining room, and then stopped. Miles whimpered and froze. I tried to see what he was looking at but I didn't have time, apparently whatever was in there, heard Miles.
Miles pushed me away before a big man grabbed him by the shirt.
The man had brown hair ad blue eyes that were glowing. He was tall, pale, and familiar. Blood was smeared all over his mouth. It looked like he had eaten some berries and they were all over his lips.
I screamed.
That's when he turned to me. His eyes widened in shock. He tossed Miles aside before stalking towards me. He bent down and brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes.
"Samantha?" he whispered.
"Get away from my sister." Miles yelled as he stabbed the man with a pencil that had been on the table. It went right through his clothes, through his skin and into his heart.
The man fell next to me, unmoving. His skin slowly turned yellow, his eyes dries up and his sharp teeth had turned normal.
I stood up and threw myself into Miles' arms and began to sob. I cried for weeks, even months, until I finally ran out of tears.