Fayre sat on the couch watching her favorite TV show. She lived with her alcoholic father and her brother who worked a part time job. Fayre had platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. Her eyebrows were long and thin.
Her father opens the front door and shuffles in the house. Fayre could smell the alcohol coming from him. Her father was tall and thin except for the beer belly that has formed over the years.
He had a long bushy beard, and short thick eyebrows. He looks at her and scowls. "It's your fault...your mother...is dead," he said, slurring his words.
Fayre gets up from the couch, her heart pounding due to fear. Ever since her mother died from childbirth her father had been drinking heavily. Her brother Damon has taken care of the family. Their father had been arrested a few times due to assault.
Her father moved closer to her, they were now only a few feet apart. Fayre nervously looks away from her father. "You...are a murderer!" he hissed taking a few more steps. He aggressively grabs her arm.
"Let go of me!" Fayre shouts. She pushes her father away causing him to let go and stumble back. He regains his balance and steps forward.
He slaps Fayre and pins her up against the white wooden wall. "Stop!" she shouted. He smiles, revealing his yellow teeth. He moves his hand onto her left leg. Fayre tries pushing him away again but he manages to grab her arm with his other hand.
Suddenly the front door opened, Damon had come home from work. He sees his father and his sister and rushes over to them. "Get off her!" he yelled, grabbing his drunk father's shoulders. Damon pulls his father to the ground and pins him to the ground with his knees and starts punching him. He hears his sister crying which only makes him angrier.
He gets off his father and moves to his crying sister. He gives her a hug, "We need to go." he lets go of his sister and she nods. Damon looks at his father, who laid on the floor unconscious. His nose and mouth were covered in blood. Damon walks over his father towards the front door. Fayre followed behind him, she walked around her father.
They leave the house and stop at the mailbox next to the gate of the small front yard. Damon looks at his sister who was wearing shorts that went a little past her knees. She also wore a short sleeved pink shirt. Her long platinum blonde hair went a little past her upper back. Damon takes off his blue and black jacket and hands it to his sister. "It's cold," he says.
Fayre puts on the jacket and looks up at the night sky. "Where are we going to go?" she asked.
Damon looks at his sister, her eyes were red due to her crying. "I don't know, I might have enough money to stay a few nights at a motel," he answered. Fayre looks away from the sky and at her brother. She still was shakened. "It will be fine, I promise."
The two start to walk down the street. A white van slows down beside them, moving at their pace. The passenger side window rolls down. "Do you two need a ride?" an older man sitting on the passenger side asks.
"No thank you," Damon politely declined. Damon had an uneasy feeling about the man. The old man looks at the driver who nods at him. Suddenly the back doors of the van open and two men get out of the van.
Damon moves his sister behind him. "What are you doing?" Damon asked, with an startled voice
One of them attempts to grab Damon's arm but he moves away from the man. Damon punches the man in the face and the man doesn't react to the punch, like he didn't feel a thing.
The man smiles and then opens his mouth showing his needle like teeth. What the hell? Damon thought. Suddenly the man grabs Damon's arm as he tries to process what he saw. Damon feels a sharp pain in his arm; he realizes the man has stuck a needle in his arm. "Fayre, run!" he shouts. Damon's eyes become heavy and he passes out.
Fayre stands in fear unable to move, the same man that had stuck the needle in her brother's arm was now moving towards her while another man was shoving her brother into the van. The man reveals his needle like teeth. Fayre overcomes the shock and kicks the man in the crotch. The man doesn't react and he grabs Fayre's arm. He sticks a needle in her arm, shortly after she passes out.
Damon opened his eyes, he was laying up against a cold metal wall. Next to him was his sister who was still unconscious. A woman around Damon's age was laying up against a wall across from them. The woman had long brown hair, she was wearing a blue tank top. Her skin was pasty white.
Damon started to hear two people talking. "One of the newbies killed someone, they are going to attract hunters," a man said.
"Yeah, so let them come, we can handle a few hunters," another man said.
"It's that kind of attitude that's going to get us all killed!" the other man responded.
Hunters? What are they talking about? Damon thought.
Damon's hands were tied together and so was his feet. Damon hears a screech as a metal door is opening. A large man walks over to Damon.
"I see you have woken up early," the man says with a smile.
"What the hell is going on!" Damon asked with a raised voice.
The man crouches down to face Damon.
"You are going to be our blood bag," the man says, showing his sharp teeth.
Fayre opens her eyes, her blue eyes adjust to the low lighting of the room. "Damon?" she said in more of a question. Where am I? She thought as she looked around the building.
"Oh, hey sleeping beauty," the man said, after hearing Fayre.
