This story and it's characters are property of me, Alyssa Merrow (aka A of D'n'A000)
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Prologue
It was dark as we pulled out of the Friendly's parking lot. Mom sat in the driver's seat, fidgeting with her ice-cream, like she had something on her mind. We were heading home when Mom took an unexpected turn down a long winding road. I knew this road from bad memories. This was the road my Dad died on.
He was driving home one night and decided to take the long way home. The police said that he wasn't paying attention and swerved off the road and hit a tree. But both Mom and I know that, that didn't sound like anything Dad would have done. He was a very cautious person, never letting me do anything. I wasn't allowed to leave our front yard until I was eight.
"Always remember to look both ways, and wear your helmet when you ride your bike." He used to say to me when I was younger. He would get so flustered whenever I'd leave our yard. Sometimes, he'd follow me in his car when I'd ride my bike to school. I loved my Dad and his big caring eyes.
Suddenly a mist broke my memories and flooded around the car.
"Aw shoot, fog. The people on the T.V. said you can try and brush it away with your hand, if you have to." Mom said. We looked out the windshield, the fog was thick. Mom rolled down her window and flapped her arm around to try and "shoo" the fog away, like a stray cat. "You could help me, you know?" She sassed, I turned away.
When I looked over at my Mom, something was different about her. Her eyes were drooping. She was wide awake just a second ago. I thought to myself. All of a sudden, my Mom's head hit the steering wheel, and she was out cold. Her limbs went limp and her foot slid off the gas.
"Mom!" I yelled as I grabbed the wheel trying to wait it out until the car came to a stop. Soon, thankfully, the car slowed to a stop.
I didn't know what to do. Mom was unconscious and my cell phone didn't get signal on this road and, of course, we were alone on the most abandoned road in town. I just happened to glance out the windshield and pair of bright red eyes were staring back at me through the fog. I couldn't look away from them, my body was frozen and they were intoxicating.
Suddenly, the fog vanished and revealed a man. He was wearing all black clothes and would have been hard to see if it weren't for the headlights and the full moon. He was as pale as the moon itself. And then, there were those eyes, the only thing that was noticeable in the fog. I finally got control of my body and dropped my gaze to the floor, scared to see if what I saw was real.
Suddenly, something jerked my chin upwards. The man held my face in his palm and was sitting above the glove compartment. My body started shaking uncontrollably, I couldn't move and my eyes grew wide. Many questions ran through my head. How did he get in my car? Why is he holding my face? Why is he so cold and pale? And finally, what is he? It was obvious that he wasn't human.