* Please review even though this story is finished! I am redoing this story. So this story is for CourtneyRiot. She requested it and gave me the characters to use. She gave me the brief outline of the plot she wanted me to write so I hope you guys like both her and my ideas coming together.*
She pushed him into the cabinet than crawled in after him. She gathered the little boy to her and wrapped her arms around him before she shut the cabinet door. She was begging him to be quiet but the little boy was crying uncontrollably. She was squeezing her eyes shut, the screams coming from the upstairs bedroom were making her want to cry too. She took a hold of his little face and tilted it up so she could see him better.
" Be quiet, please." She begged. Something in her voice clicked and the little boy quieted down. He popped his thumb into his mouth and snuggled into her. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the top of his.
The house went completely silent than. She opened her eyes and held her breath, listening for anything she could hear. Seconds went by before the doors to the cabinet were ripped opened. The pale face of a man with sharp teeth appeared, making the children scream. He was grinning and she could see her parents' blood all over him. He reached in for them so she started kicking as hard as she could. He grabbed her ankle but the door to the kitchen flew open and the pale man was ripped away from them.
She buried the little boy's face into her chest so he couldn't see what was going on. She could hardly believe it herself. The pale man was fighting a huge black man dressed all in black. The black man was taking a hit after hit but he was driving the pale man back. There didn't seem to be anything that could stop him. He yanked a huge sword from his back and stabbed the man who burst into flames. The black man turned and looked at the children. His shoulders dropped as he sighed.
" What the fuck are you waiting for?" An older man said as he walked in. " Get up there and handle what's going on up in the bedrooms." The black man motioned towards the children. The older man looked into the cabinet. " Oh shit in a hand bag."
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The girl clutched the little boy to her as they rode in the back of the black man's black car. Everything they owned is in the trunk of his car. The older man looked back at the children. The little boy had fallen sleep but the girl was far from sleeping. Her hazel eyes were wide, taking in everything. The older man turned and settled into the car. There was no way he could take them to the police, couldn't let them go into the system, couldn't let them go off and tell people what had happen.
" They are going to stay with us." He said to the black man who had yet to speak. He turned around to the children. " My name is Whistler. This is Blade. Do you know what those things in your house were?" She cleared her throat.
" Vampires." She said in her small voice. He nodded.
" I'm sorry but those vampires killed your parents. You're going to stay with Blade and I. We will protect you. What's your name?" Whistler asked.
" Alexcia." She said.
" And his?" Blade asked. His voice was deep.
" Taylor. He's only 2." She said softly.
" And how old are you?" Whistler asked.
" 13." She said.