Author's Note

Sorry about the delay, I really am trying to get this out to you guys. I know how it is waiting for a chapter in a story you are reading, whether it is good or bad. It annoys me so much because I just constantly want more. My chapters probably will be coming out to you guys at this speed so I truly apologize. Also, thanks to one of my awesome readers, I just remembered that Alyssa was also the name of Shane's sister. It totally slipped my mind when I named the characters, but I'm not changing it. They are not the same person though. Enjoy and review!

ATTACKERS, BOO GO AWAY! (Alyssa's point of view)

Closing her door with a quiet thud, she absent-mindedly ran her fingers over the thin, jagged scars that would permanently damage the skin on her wrist. Tugging the bracelets over the healed over cuts, Alyssa put on a happy face. She gently knocked on her sister's door before whispering. "May Jean, are you ready?" They had the night patrol, or morning patrol as the nocturnal vampires called it. It sucked because they couldn't go clubbing, but the training grounds were usually empty.

As she waited, she couldn't help but move her eyes to her left at Allison's door, making her wonder if the girl was up yet. She felt her facial expressions sadden a bit. Everyone was starting to treat her differently since news spread about her overdose. And with Alec avoiding her, Allison's life was starting to become shitty again.

Opening the door a crack, she glanced inside. Allison was lying peacefully on the fluffy mattress hidden by layers of soft blankets, discarded pillows, and her storehouse of stuffed animals. Shutting the door again, she knocked on her sister's once more. "Let's go!" A long, quiet groan came through the door leaving Alyssa satisfied that her sister was getting up. Walking over to the stone staircase, she started heading downwards.

The heels of her boats clicked with each light step as she moved down the staircase. Entering the living room, she looked around. No one was inside, and nothing seemed moved meaning no one was up or no one had watched the television yet. Pushing on the kitchen door, she smiled. A dark figure came into her view. He was standing over the table reading something, obviously distracted. Hugging him from behind, she smiled into the cool material covering his stone cold back. "Hey." Shivers ran up and down her spine as his cold hands held on to her warm ones.

And as soon as she had latched onto him, he unhooked her grip, turning his body so she was in his eyesight. "Afternoon," Jordan responded with a slight smile. She raised one eyebrow at him when he turned back to his letter. Why was he ignoring her?

With a huff of annoyance, she jumped onto the counter to pour herself a cup of the half-empty pot of strong coffee Alec made every morning before he went out to wherever it was he went. Pouring some into a mug, she stirred in some sugar before sipping. The bitter liquid was only partially sweet from the sugar as it gathered up in her mouth. Swallowing, she enjoyed the quick feeling of the warm liquid heading down her throat.

She looked at her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye. What was more important than quality time with her? He was reading something, as she previously noticed. But now she could see it more clearly. It was a small slip of paper, another business letter perhaps? She groaned internally. She hated when he got those. He always would think about them like crazy even though he never ever planned on accepting the offer to franchise The Luke. It was his club, and franchising it would destroy what little visitors the town received. And they needed all they could get.

Besides, where else would any of them perform? The reason The Luke was so big was because it was the only place any of them would play, and boy if there was one thing any of them had, it was most defiantly talent. Allison's voice was so beautiful, she probably was half siren. It was as if you were hearing a choir of angels sing to you. And Alec's talent was good enough to challenge half of the best bands. And when they sang together, it was phenomenal. And that was what The Luke was: a club where Alec and Allison would occasionally perform.

But recently, everything was changing. And none of it was good.

Finishing the rest of her coffee in one quick gulp, she glanced over the top of her cup. Mary Jean was hovering over Alyssa waiting. She took in her sister's appearance. She had thrown on a bit of make-up, to tired to do anything else. And as for an outfit, she wore a tight white tube top with dark grey skinny jeans. But what shocked Alyssa were the huge red waves that curled at the end. Mary almost always straightened her hair.

"I'm up, happy? Let's go." She growled. Smiling, Alyssa tried to stop the giggles from escaping her slightly shaking body. Mary was pissed that she had to get up when it was her idea to head over to the training grounds early. For some reason, Alyssa found it funny. Then again, a lot of things were funny to her.

Dropping her cup into the sink, she smiled. "You lead the way." Alyssa delicately hopped off the counter, kissed Jordan's stone cheek, and then followed her sister out the door. She wrapped her fingers around the belt loops on her pair of dark skinny jeans as her boots crunched against the stones on the long pathway. They sort of had a uniform when it came to training. When any of the Three went training, they had to wear tight clothing because Mary had an idea that if they trained in the tightest outfits possible, they would be able to fight in any other outfit they wore.

And so far, her hypothesis turned out to be true.

Her and her sister stayed silent as they headed away from the setting sun and into the dark, cold forest following the path. They weren't supposed to wander off of the path at night; the woods were tiny but still dangerous. Biting her lip, she wished that Wenderville had actual roads to drive on instead of being forced to walk everywhere. It was good exercise but quite annoying. On the plus side, it was safer for travelers. What kind of traveler would want to walk through a bunch of woods to find a small town that had no real appeal other then the Luke?

"Hey, Liss, maybe we should stop at Emtra's shop and get some things to bring with us just in case one of us gets hurt." Mary ran her fingers through her hair nervously making Alyssa feel bad. Her sister hated when she made a suggestion; Mary always feared accidently offending her sister because she hadn't thought of it first. Of course, Alyssa never felt that way, but Mary was just a huge worrier.

"If you want, but I don't think we'll need any – we always have my powers." Alyssa responded. Herbs and potions usually helped when they didn't have her, but with her powers they should be fine. And if they get hurt and cannot be healed without her help, they could always get help.

Holding her breath, her neck snapped to her right side. She heard something. Something was there. But she didn't see anything. Clinging on tighter to her sister, she tried to stop herself from whimpering. She always did this when heading through the woods; it scared her to pieces. Shaking from her fear, she closed her eyes and pretended she was out of the woods and on the path. "Tell me when we're out." She whispered to Mary as a scene of happy dancing in a field of light played behind her closed lids.

She kept her ears open trying to see if she could hear anything, but it was all quiet again. The only noises she could hear was the town they were heading to and those coming from her feet as she slowly stomped across. Whatever was there before, if there actually was something, was gone. I am safe. I am safe. She kept repeating to herself in her mind. But for some reason, her brain wouldn't believe her.

She felt a slight tug on her arm. "It's safe now, Liss." Alyssa opened her eyes, glad to see the familiar town in front of her instead of the darkness inside the woods. Alyssa all of a sudden felt her body surge forward. "Come on, let's hurry before she closes!"Mary started to run, holding on to Alyssa's arm as she did so. Where did all of her energy come from? She turned to glance behind her once more and almost gasped. Closing her eyes, she opened them again. And it was gone.

Alyssa turned around and focused on making sure each foot hit the ground in time with Mary's pace. But the glowing red eyes wouldn't escape her mind. There was something in the woods with them as they were walking. But what? Something inside her gut told her not to mention anything to anyone just yet, but to keep an eye out. What if she was just seeing things? Then no one would believe her the next time she told them she saw something. She'd be the girl who cried monster. And that wasn't a good position to be in a town full of the scariest monsters ever.

Or, at least, 75% of the scariest monsters.

The jingle of bells distracted her from her thoughts. "Good afternoon, Miss Emtra." Mary said politely before lowering her head to the town elder. Alyssa lowered her head as well, but did not speak. She was the most quiet of the group and she liked to keep it that way.

"Good afternoon, girls. Did you come in to restock your supplies?" Emtra looked up from the pot she was standing over. Wiping her hands on her white apron, she scurried over to the girls. Emtra was short and on the bigger side, but in the cute old-lady way. Her pale hair was piled on top of her hair, supported only by a handful of bobby pins. She was almost as old as Tim himself, but had the energy of a young child.

"I just got some new Aromanth you can apply to your knives or to your nails, but be careful. I do not want anyone accidently inserting some into their own body." Alyssa flinched. She had seen a girl accidently get hit with some, and it was not pretty. The girl's insides started boiling while her skin began to bubble. And then she fell to the side screaming in agony. It happened so fast no one could have saved her.

The Three could be able to stand the Poison longer, but that still didn't guarantee they could be saved. And Alyssa wasn't about to volunteer to find out.

Pulling her hair up in a tight bun, she studied the different labels. "Miss Emtra, do you have any Snivy left over?" Alyssa squeaked. Snivy was good for healing bones. It appeared to be ivy, but when cut, a gooey liquid falls out. The liquid mixed with raspberries would heal any cracks in bones. She had never tried it on a broken bone, but she doubted it would work that easily. "And we also will need some Dremorahazel." Dremorahazel was good for healing cuts and wounds; if Mary wanted to have some herbs; those were the first two on Alyssa's list.

"Just a second, darling. I'll go check in back." Emtra disappeared behind a purple cloth hanging on a doorframe. After a moment, the woman returned with two small sacks in her hands. "Here you go hun, no charge." Alyssa smiled at Emtra and opened her mouth to protest, but Emtra shook her head and then returned to her pot. "Hurry along or else you're going to be late for patrol. That's tonight, isn't it?"

Mary smiled and thanked Emtra before hurrying out the door. Alyssa followed holding onto the sacks as best as she could. And then they were off again heading toward the training grounds. As her boots hit the dark familiar ground, Alyssa dropped the sacks and kept her eyes on Mary. The girl had already pulled out her knives. "Are you ready, Liss?" She crouched down, ready to pounce.

"We'll start when the sun is gone." Alyssa stated, pulling out her own knives. Their training was basic. They would fight each other first using the knives that weren't laced with any poison. If either one of them got hit three times, they lost. Then they would move on to the high tech part of the training by clicking the generator button which generated a certain amount of 'enemies' that the winner would have to destroy. Whoever lost would go second, but going first was better since you muscles were still strained from the previous fight.

Alyssa felt the last sun rays hit her feet as the sun finally set behind the trees. Closing her eyes, she listened for any slight movement in the air. Swinging her knife toward the right, she heard the familiar sound of her knife scratching Mary. "One."

The battle was on.

She closed off all of her senses and listened to the hair around her. Mary was quick and skilled in fighting and defending, but she wasn't the quietest. Mary was slower, and more of a healer. But she was used to blocking off her senses to listen. She heard movement from the right and hopped to her left, only to find her crashing into her sister. She felt her sister's knife cut into her arm swiftly. "One!" She felt something more powerful than herself push her into the air, knocking the breath out of her. Her sister had kicked her up. She went flying toward a tree. Concentrating, she grabbed onto a limb and swung for a second before hopping down and charging.

It had barely begun and it was already getting good. But how did Mary fake out the movement from the right? She didn't have the kind of power to do that. Freaked out, she glanced toward the right again. She couldn't see anything, but she bet if she closed off her senses, she probably could hear something. She felt Mary's knife hit her again, "Two." Mary said, sticking out her tongue. But Alyssa ignored the taunting and walked toward the woods. "What is it?"

Closing her senses, she opened her ears wider. There was something coming, people walking toward Wenderville. "We have company." Alyssa whispered. She had no idea how far away they were or what they were, but they should still be quiet just in case they were bad and had super good hearing. Dropping some of her knives on the ground so they wouldn't make noises and leaving the sacks where they were, Alyssa hopped on a tree branch and started to crawl slowly toward the snapping of branches and crackling of dead leaves. Mary felt her sister's presence behind her as she finally saw the group of people head to the small clearing.

Wenderville's layout was simple. There were the woods surrounding the town, the training grounds toward the south, a small clearing a bit south and to the west of the training grounds, the town itself, and then the miniature castle up north. You could only really enter the town through the clearing or the training grounds, and no one could enter the town or the castle without setting off the alarms unless they knew how to get through the barrier. Or were strong enough to walk right through.

The visitors weren't close enough to set off any alarms, but they still needed to be watched. Alyssa counted them quickly. There were five of them walking slowly, but steadily toward the town. One girl was being carried by the eldest, she seemed to be unconscious. Another guy was having trouble walking. There was dried blood on his shirt. Something happened. A fight, maybe? But they didn't seem evil. Mary hopped down close to get a better look, Alyssa followed behind. She had to watch carefully.

A new presence entered the area. Alyssa watched as the man jumped down and immediately started attacking. No, he wasn't a man. He was a witch. Holding her breath, she watched as her sister locked eyes with the side of his head, attracting the attention of a young brunette who was on the ground from an attack. All of a sudden, her sister leaped onto the witch, extending her nails into long claws. The light pink shine on her extended nails made it obvious they were laced with Aromanth.

Hopping down, she looked at the poor girl. Moving over, she decided she was going to heal her. IF she was evil, at least she wouldn't be fighting them unfairly. "Honey, where did he hit you?" Alyssa asked, plastering a reassuring smile on her face. She truly wanted to help the girl. "Show me, please." The girl slowly pulled up her shirt, revealing her bruised stomach. Two long cuts made their way across her tiny stomach from where the witch had hit her with his light whip. Holding her hands over the cuts, she thought of all the happiest things she could. The bright light healed the cuts and she moved on to another young man. Doing the same to him, she saw a vampire glancing at her. He was bleeding tons and he needed more blood. She couldn't see exactly, but her guess was that he had been staked. Her head snapped back to the young man when the girl she had already healed came over.

"You both stay here, okay? I can't heal him," she said, using her head to point at the blonde vampire, "but I can heal her. You'll be safe." She looked over at the other vampire. He nodded his head in respect before putting down the unconscious girl and moving to help Mary. Rushing over to the unconscious girl, she tried to focus all her powers on healing her. The girl's wrist had been snapped, blood was pouring from the wound. She had also been poisoned pretty badly, but Alyssa couldn't identify what kind. Trying to heal the cut before the girl lost all her blood, she kept a steady string of happy thoughts in her mind.

"Call her," Mary screamed. Alyssa's eyes opened for a second to take in what was going on. Mary and the other vampire were fighting the witch, but there was others coming. There would be a fight. She closed her eyes again. She found no need to worry, they had enough time.

"In a second, if I don't heal her first, she could die." She answered as happily as she could, trying to keep her happy mood up even if it was fake. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw the cut had healed over, but she was exhausted. The girl still needed a hospital and fast, but for now she could last awhile longer.

Looking back at Mary, she saw her stab the man with her nails. He fell to the ground making random movements until everything finally stopped. Mary looked at Alyssa, locking her fierce, forest green eyes with Alyssa's chocolate brown ones. "Now!"

Closing all of her senses, she tugged at Allison's mind. Allison, we need you at the clearing immediately. We are being attacked. Pulling her mind away from Allison's, she stood up and pulled out her final two knives. She would have to help fight right now.

Jumping up toward Mary, she waited. There was a small army coming to attack. For some reason, these kids were valuable. A witch hopped in front of her. She felt his power pull at his mind. He was an illusionist. She ran toward him, aiming at his head, but swinging her lower knife at his gut. She made a hit and pulled the knife to the side and looked away. She could feel the vibrations as the body hit the ground, cut almost completely in half at the waist.

Looking at her knife, she saw the blood fall down. Flinching, she remembered the way the knife was when it cut across her skin making her body feel a bunch of confused emotions. And then it was all gone, as if it had never existed. Was this man peaceful like that feeling now that he was dead? She watched as Mary and the other vampire deal with the others so quickly that Alyssa knew she was just in the way. Cutting another witch, she jumped toward the vampire she couldn't heal. "Come on." She said to him, wrapping her arm around him to give him support, moving toward the unconscious girl, she put him far enough away so the blood wouldn't make him want to eat her. She motioned for the other two to come forward before putting up a simple barrier to protect them.

She wouldn't be able to help much. Allison would do better.

But more and more kept coming, and the ground was starting to look like a battlefield. Closing her eyes, she tried to block out the images of the bodies falling as they shook in pain from the Aromanth. She tried to get rid of the images of the blood pouring out or the guts exploding leaving pieces everywhere. But she couldn't. And Allison wasn't getting there fast enough.

After what seemed like hours, she heard the familiar click of a heel against a tree. Spinning her head around to look behind, she watched as Allison leapt from the trees and onto the ground delicately. Rushing forward, she pulled out a sword and started hacking away at the rushing bodies.

Soon, all the bodies were on the ground and hacked to pieces. Alyssa watched her sister fall to the ground out of breath. What the hell was with that? They had gotten attacked before, but not by that many witches. Allison turned, looking back at Alyssa. No, not at Alyssa but behind her. Her eyes were locked on the guy sitting behind her. Alyssa turned and glanced behind and saw the guy staring back at her. His eyes were filled with remorse, whereas Allison's were filled with too many swirling emotions.

Oh. Fuck. No.