"MOM! Can you please tell those sons of bitches to shut the hell up?" I yelled at me mother, who was trying to work past my groaning and the three or so men swearing outside, at the top of their lungs.
"Honey, I'm sorry, but you don't know what they could do to me!" She yelled back, trying to keep her cool, but this was the last straw. I couldn't take it anymore!
"That's it!" I growled, throwing the covers of my bed off myself. I leaped onto the floor, put on some shoes, and stalked past my mother, poor Erica Armstrong, pfft.
"And, where do you think you're going, young lady?" She snapped, as I reached for the doorknob. I took a deep breath and slowly turned around, I'm sure that if looks could kill my mother would be a smoking pile of oozing blood and ash by now. But, the look on her face meant I should have been gone in a poof of dust and six feet under. I just decided to go back to my room and watch the fight to see who got shot. I got back to my room and pulled the blanket off my window, so I could see what was happening. Without the blanket on the window, I could hear better, too. It turned out that it was one man yelling at lots of people, and boy did his voice change a lot. He was HOT, man! Damn, I didn't think my insides could get so tingly!
"What did I say about keeping a low profile?" He yelled at the people, who seemed to be drinking out of something, no…wait. Someone. OH MY GOD! I screamed in my mind, and I must have said it out loud because the blonde guy whipped his head towards me. Our eyes met and his eyes weren't the brown or blue I was expecting, they were a bright crimson red!
"Oh mother trucker!" I screamed and ducked. I was on my knees and searching for a nice hiding spot, I could hear the snarling creatures coming closer, probably with the hot guy leading them. I decided on going under the bed, even though that's probably the first place they'd look. I heard my mom coming to my room, she most likely heard me scream.
"Mom, don't! Run!" I yelled as the glass of my window broke, and someone jumped onto the floor in front of my bed.
"Who are you?" Erica asked, her voice shaking, "Get out of my house!" She yelled, taking a step forward. Her blue eyes were probably flashing with rage, and her brown hair was probably spread out across her shoulders.
"You guys can have her." The leader growled, as lots of snarling erupted from the crowd behind him, and in less than a second my mother screamed and dropped to the floor, her ice blue eyes looking, but not seeing. Tears welled up in my eyes as the creatures crouched over my mother and drained her of the flowing warmth within her body. I had to cover my mouth as the leader walked closer to my hiding place.
"I wonder where that hot little slice is." He drawled, crouching down by my bed, lifting up the covers and blankets hanging over the edge. They were the only things obscuring me from view. He peered at me and started smiling sinisterly.
"There she is." He growled as he grabbed me by the front of my shirt. He pulled me out from underneath the bed, throwing me on his back. The first time I saw his face I didn't know who he was, but when he smiled I knew. He was the guy who had been missing for a year, Riley Biers. His picture had been plastered all over the city. He started to run, and it didn't seem like running. It seemed like flying. My God, what exactly is he?