Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. What do I do? Crap, crap, crap!
I danced about in my room like an idiot, travelling back and forth as I thought of something to do, to help. "Okay, just… be calm. Breath." I darted for the stairs and jumped them three at a time, skidding to a halt at the door of the living room. Rose was seated on the couch with Connor placed firmly on her lap. What if something happened to them? Rose was only thirteen and Connor… was just three-years-old. If anything did happen to them, I would never forgive myself. "Rose!" I whispered fiercely. Presuming this woman was a Vampire, she had super intensive hearing, right?
"What? I'm trying to watch this! Shut up!" Oh, for crying out loud! I grabbed my sisters arm and hauled her to her feet, though she made plenty of slaps and punches in protest. Thankfully, she wasn't stupid enough to let go of Connor in the process. "Hey! Let go!"
"Shhh! I spat, placing an index finger on my sisters lip. "Remember what Mom and Dad told you? About the people that, one day, may come after us?" Rose's face became a mask of fear, but she nodded nevertheless. Connor stared up at me with those big, brown eyes of his like he understood what I was saying. I really hoped he didn't. "You're going to have to listen to me, Rose. Take Connor and go down to the basement. Lock yourselves in and don't come out for anybody unless its Mom, Dad or me, okay?" I was breathing hard, but I was as focused as I had ever been in my life. God, if only I could be this focused in class… then, I might be as smart as Mom.
"What about you?" She asked, now also whispering.
"It doesn't matter-" There was a firm, urgent rasp at the door. My heart literally lunged in my chest, skipping what felt like a thousand beats. "Go. Go now. And here, take my phone; call Mom and call Dad." After handing my cell phone to Rose - the only time I ever let her touch it - I pushed Rose towards the back of the house and watched as she opened the trapdoor to the basement. It was their only hope, if these people were out to cause danger that it. It was hidden beneath the thick, red rug my mother loved so much. I wonder if that was why she loved it so… Once convinced they were safe, as safe as they could possibly be under the circumstances, I slowly walked towards the front door. Should I answer it or not?
"I know you are there, Alyssa. Please, open the door." Mini heart attack right there. She knew my name, she knew I was behind the door… I really didn't want to open it. Her voice was smooth and collected; no hint of irritancy or annoyance. That voice scared me, chilled my flesh right down to the bone like I was suddenly inside an unforgiving freezer.
I reached out and placed my hand on the handle, squeezing it firmly before I gently pulled it down. The door opened slowly, thanks to my shaking arms, to reveal the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was even more gorgeous face-to-face than she had been from upstairs with her finely-sculpted face, flawless porcelain skin and, now that she had taken off those dark sunglasses, silvery grey eyes. Those eyes. I couldn't help but stare at her with an open mouth; I felt so grubby next to her with my ripped, frayed blue jeans, red dirt-stained converse and over-sized green hoody as apposed to her pressed cream suit.
"Alyssa." She greeted, a small tight smile pulling at the edges of her lips. It wasn't particularly a nice smile, more like a polite one that she thought was necessary. I gulped without returning the smile, my heart racing faster and faster. Behind her, there were two huge guys in black standing beside her black sedan - presumably her guards, or whatever.
"What do you want?" I asked boldly, furrowing my eyebrows. Despite my shaky feeling inside and the vomit I could feel sloshing around in my stomach, my voice was surprisingly smooth too. I needed to be strong for them, Rose and Connor.
"Where are your parents young one?" She asked, ignoring my question. Huh, and here was me thinking she was actually polite.
"What do you want?" I persisted. I swear, she wasn't going to get any information out of me, nothing. I wasn't a particularly strong or bold person, but Mom had always said I took after Dad; strong and bold when I needed to be, when the situation required it. Amelie stared at me fiercely, eyeing my up sceptically like I had just surprised her. Good, the element or surprise was always a good thing, right? At least, it was in the movies… only this wasn't a movie.
"Just like your Father…" Amelie responds, her smile returning though perhaps a little more genuine. I hate her already and I want to do everything I can to make her leave.
"My parents aren't in. Could you come back tomorrow?" I asked. Sure, I was really pushing my luck now. I was seriously terrified, but I was acting a little more… brave than I expected. Amelie's smile falters and her cool, collected attitude disappears. The look she gives me is frighteningly strong and makes me take an instinctive step back; it was those eyes…
"No, I'm afraid this has to be settled now." Amelie continued and presses the door open a little more. I try to hold onto the door, but she is insanely strong and so I lose my sweaty grip on it. "May I come in?" She asked then, sweet as spun gold.
"No." I whisper, knowing fine well she can hear it. I don't want her to come into my house, I don't want her anywhere near my sister, my brother or I. Still, it does not matter what I want, because she does what she wants anyway.
Before I have time to retaliate, Amelie grabbed my neck with her powerful hands and pushed me backwards as she steps inside, closing the door behind her with right leg in one quick, smooth move. I gasp at the pressure she has on my skin, cutting off my scream like I am a mere rag doll. She keeps that grip as she drags me into the living room and throws my body onto the floor. Ouch…
"Nobody refuses me Alyssa. You will learn that in time; I will make sure that you do so." I stare up at the Vampire with wide eyes as a pair or deathly-sharp fangs slowly protrude from her gums. It is then that I hear a car skidding to a halt in the driveway and Amelie has me within her grip again, holding my frail body tightly against hers. My parents run into the room together, fear and despair painted across their faces, and double-take when they seem me in the arms of their enemy.
"Claire. Shane." Amelie tightens the grip she has around my neck and I cough, gasping for breath. My body is limp, though she still holds me up while torturing my at the same time.
"Let her go!" My Dad shouts, anger and venom leaking from his voice. My Mom says nothing, she only stares at my pained face with very sad eyes.
"I will, as soon as you agree to my terms."