Once he had left I don't know how long I had been alone staring at my mother's body. I had been shaking for a while but no tears had sprung. I was in too much shock. Eventually I started pulling my self together. According to my clock it was around midnight. I took a deep breath trying to calm down.
However I couldn't get rid of the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had to leave; he was going to come back.
I wasted no time in packing anything. I knew it would probably be cold but it didn't matter. My dressing gown over my Pyjamas had to suffice. Quickly I ran down the stairs, almost tripping over my feet. They were bare but why did it matter if I got cold feet? What was that compared to death? The screams of my mother still echoed in my head.
I grabbed the door key and shoved it in the lock. Having no idea when he was coming back, I had to hurry. I shut the door hoping he would think I was still in. However, he didn't use the door. He used the window so it would not matter.
The dark street lit by a couple of street lights was deserted. As soon as I shut the door I ran. I ran as fast as I ever had my entire life. I had no idea where I was going but I had to get away, so far away from that house.
I'm not sure how long I ran for but it felt like a long time. Only when I was at the front of a huge house did I stop. I stood in the street breathless and shaking. But it was no good because I had ran all this way for nothing. He stood in the road. The murderer did not look happy.
"I thought I told you to stay." He said walking up to me slowly. I couldn't do anything but watch him terrified.
"You didn't listen." He stated. "You're such a bad girl… at least your mother didn't runaway."
I whimpered, my arms round my chest. I was so frightened of what he was going to do, hoping that he'd make it quick.
He only laughed at me. "This will be enjoyable. I prefer ones who struggle."
I didn't know what else to do. "Please!" I begged. "Please!"
Laughing again, his teeth showed. He was no longer covered in blood. "Mabye I should keep you, you are fun to toy with."
He moved closer making me tremble even more. And then there was someone standing next to us. "Leave her alone." It was another man. I watched the murderer turn to face him.
"Carlisle." He stated. "It's been a while."
I stepped backwards towards the neatly cut hedgerow.
"Don't run away again." He said, still looking at who was apparently Carlisle. "But chasing you is fun. Go ahead; it will be more painful when I kill you."
I cringed again at his words.
"I said leave her alone." said Carlisle, his tone more harsh.
"You want something to eat too? Well you could have her. I've already fed from the mother." He laughed turning his gaze to me. "You loved ever second of watching me do that didn't you?" He said patronizingly. "Just watching the life being drained…"
I couldn't see his face anymore because Carlisle stood between us. I wasn't even sure how he had got there so quick. "Don't make us hurt you." He said warningly. "Leave now! There are more of us. And it wouldn't take long."
"This won't be the last night, Carlisle." replied the murderer. I didn't see him leave but I was pretty sure the street was almost empty now, especially since he turned round. I watched him warily.
He must have noticed that I was unsure of him because he didn't start coming towards me yet. "It's alright." He said softly. "I won't hurt you."
My arms tightened around my chest and I took a step forward slowly, and stumbled. He caught me before I fell over. "Let's get you inside." He said putting his arm round me so I wouldn't fall over again.
We made our way towards the house at a steady pace. I didn't fall over again but I couldn't stop shaking. Along the pathway I gasped when we were on gravel. It was sharp on my feet which were already painful from the running. He asked if he could carry me as it would be easier. I couldn't answer, there was a lump in my throat and I could cry or swallow it so I just nodded.
Carlisle lifted me up gently in his arms with ease. He was cold but it was hardly a difference with the cold air. I was too upset to care. I just knew that he would keep me safe. After all, he had scared away that thing.
At last we got to the house, and he took me through to the living room when he placed me on the sofa. I was vaguely away of someone coming into the room.
"Is she alright?" A small pixie-like girl asked Carlisle.
"I'm not sure." He replied. "I'm just checking her over.
She left the room and he sat next to me on the sofa. "I'm a doctor." He told me. "Is it ok if I check you over?"
I nodded, my arms still wrapped round my chest. The girl came back with a box of medical supplies and a folded up blanket.
"Thanks, Alice." said Carlisle, standing up and wrapping the blanket around my shoulders. I was suddenly aware of how cold I was. I had apparently been shivering too so I snuggled down underneath it, my teeth chattering.
The girl left the room again and I was suddenly aware of my injuries. I had a cut down my left cheek, my wrist felt awful and I was pretty sure my ankle was twisted or something.
He quickly checked me over handling my wounds delicately. But when he had to stitch up the cut on my face I started gasping because I needed something to numb the pain meaning an injection. I've always been terrified of needles. When he had the syringe he sensed my fear.
"It will be over soon." He reassured me, taking my hand. "Just take your mind of it."
I trusted him, so I let him do it. But if it was someone else I probably would have had a panic attack or something. When he was done, he told me I had sprained my ankle and a broken wrist. He said I could stay here the night and he asked if there was anyone he could contact.
And that was when the tears started. At first I just let out a small dry sob, but then the lump in my throat come to tears and I couldn't stop crying. He wrapped his arms round me and I sobbed into his chest. I'd never felt so miserable. Carlisle said calming words to me. I hated him having to see me like this but I couldn't help but cry.
'Be strong,' I told myself. 'Crying isn't going to do much good.' But that just made me cry harder. After a while I couldn't shed anymore tears. I clung to him tightly, and he held me safe.
The girl came back into the room carrying a steaming mug. "Thought you might like some hot chocolate." She said smiling reassuringly holding out the mug.
I sniffed. "Thank you." I said quietly reaching out with my good hand for it. Taking a sip, it immediately warmed me up, much more than the blanket. I smiled at the warmth.
She smiled back. "You should really get some sleep."
At that I yawned. I seemed to have made myself exhausted. But the thought of sleep scared me. The murderer had said he was coming back didn't he?
More sobs escaped my lips. "But he might come back." I sniffed again; the mug was starting to shake a little.
The girl who must be Alice sat down on my other side taking the mug gently so I wouldn't spill it. "You're safe here," she said putting a hand on my shoulder.
"He wouldn't dare come back while we're here." agreed Carlisle holding me tighter.
I believed them. I knew it couldn't be true but Carlisle had saved me. They surely wouldn't come back. But the question burned through me. I had to ask.
"What was that thing?" I said sniffing again.
"We'll explain in the morning." replied Alice. "You should get some rest."
I was too tired to argue. Carlisle pulled the blanket up around me. It seemed he wasn't moving from the sofa. I vaguely watched her leave the room while my eyes slid to a close. The last thing I remembered was Carlisle stroking my hair as I drifted off into unconsciousness.
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