Ugh. This chapter is defiantly not my best work. But and my imagination has run out. And I'm sick. Hopefully, the next will be better.

Disclaimer: I do not (and never will) own the Sisters Grimm.

The eerie green light shone through the windows, barely illuminating the room. She whimpered quietly, kneeling on the floor with her face in her hands. There was only one explanation: she was dreaming.

Some analytical part of her screamed that this was real. She blocked it out.

"Sabrina?" the timid voice came from the couch. She barely recognized the voice as Puck's. She was in her own world, with Daphne and Granny and Uncle Jake and her mom and da-.

"Mom and Dad!" she screamed. In a second, she was on her feet, barreling towards the stairs.

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"Sabrina?" Puck was terrified. He stood up, racing after her. He made it up the stairs in time to see Sabrina disappear into Mirror's room. Seconds later, he watched Sabrina staring blankly at the bed where Henry and Veronica one slept. A quick look around the room showed that Mirror was also missing.

He flinched, waiting for a breakdown. She swallowed hard, but not one sound escaped her lips. There was a deathly quiet, apart from her frenzied breathing.

A loud rapping noise startled Puck so badly he jumped three feet in the air. Sabrina didn't seem to notice.

Cautiously, Puck made his way down the stairs. From his check earlier, he was positive that there was no one, human or Everafter, left alive in Ferryport Landing.

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Sabrina had been shocked to a point of incomprehension. It was true. They were gone. Her sister, her grandmother, her uncle and her parents. And according to Puck, there wasn't anyone in Ferryport Landing. She and Puck might be the only ones left. Anywhere.

The concept shocked her back into reality.

And she was aware of the shouting coming from downstairs.

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Brandishing his sword, Puck backed slowly into the kitchen. The thing followed.

Its mossy looking fur was tinged red, with what smelled like blood. It's fangs dripped saliva, which steamed when it hit the floor. Its eyes and nose were not visible.

It bellowed angrily, and charged at him. Puck shouted, his eyes widening in terror.

The thing hit Puck with incredible force, throwing him back into the wall and knocking his sword out of his hand.

Puck groaned, pressing his hand to his forehead. When he pulled it away, it was wet with blood. He looked up to see the thing approaching him again.

Knowing he was finished, Puck squeezed his eyes shut, hoping for a quick and painless end.

Cliffie! Don't worry, though. Next chapter will be along soon. P.S. Gosh, I just realized my chapters are EXTREMELY short. Oh well. REVEIW!