Escape

Chapter One

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This is my first book, please understand that it won't be that good. I wrote it in November 2012, meaning my writing skills aren't up to the best standard.

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"Hey mom, fancy getting the door?!" I shouted from my bedroom. I was too busy with my English homework that I couldn't answer it for her. 

     I mentally slapped myself in the head. My mom is at work; so is my dad. Of course she couldn't answer the door. Groaning loudly, and almost huffing, I stood up, straightening out my school pants and opening my bedroom door. 

     Another knock came from downstairs, and I muttered to myself, "I'm coming. How impatient can you get?"

     I was just about to begin walking down the landing, when I spotted a black figure lingering on the stairs. Now, anyone else would've screamed but instead I just smiled. There, only a mere five feet below me, stood my best friend, Dylan. Did I forget to mention he was in his wolf form?

     Dylan and Isaac, Dylan's twin brother, have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. They're both eighteen, and they're werewolves. Because they're eighteen it means they can shift whenever they want to, leaving me with some mischievous teenagers to deal with. 

     You're probably thinking, she's just a thirteen year old girl, she can't handle two fully grown werewolves. Well you're wrong. I've been training as a werewolf slayer since the age of eight, and I thank my dad for teaching me the skills he learned when both him and my mom were in the WSA, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do when I came across one of the gruesome creatures. Trust me, wolf saliva isn't the best thing to have on your cheek at three in the morning. 

     I've never been the biggest fan of werewolves. They use our human appearance, kill innocent humans for food, bare their pointy teeth at you when you call them a dog, and they just disgust me. I hate werewolves. Dylan and Isaac have an exception though, they're practically my brothers. Metaphorically speaking, of course. 

     I rolled back my sleeves, taking the situation in, and scolded, "I guess I'll just go and answer the door myself, mom." How did he get in here anyways?

     I strutted down the landing slowly, swinging my arms back and forth. Once I'd reached halfway, Dylan jumped. I ducked from his attempt to put me in a headlock, and instead grabbed a hold of his hairy leg. I twisted it enough to cause him little pain, not enough to break the bone. Hearing a small whimper come from his mouth, I let go triumphantly. 

     "Nice try." I whispered. Dylan turned around sharply, giving me one of his glares. "What can I say? I'm the best of the best and you can't deny it."

     He huffed, a growl rising from his throat. I chuckled lightly, patting his back as if he was in fact a dog. I could've purposely cooed at him, but that would've earned me a more threatening growl. Let's just say Dylan and I have gotten into some serious disagreements before and the outcome resulted to him having a broken arm and me having a swollen eye for three weeks. 

     "Don't growl at me like that." I commanded playfully. He growled again. I placed my hands on my knees and began to profusely sing in a baby voice, "Who's a good boy?"

     I received another glare before he strutted of into my room, shaking his hairy little butt on the way. Dylan and Isaac were almost at my house every night, meaning they had to store clothes somewhere. I kept a drawer for each of them, and part of my wardrobe was full with men's shirts and jeans. You could say I don't have much privacy. 

     "Where's your brother? Digging up the backyard again?" I smirked, laughing at my own joke. I need some new friends - ones that will actually understand my jokes. 

     "Actually, yeah, I think he is." Dylan replied, walking out of my room with a plain white shirt on, accompanied by a pair of washed out skinny jeans and beat up Converse. He'd ruffled his hair, leaving bits to fly out in every single direction. His green eyes were boring into my blue ones, and my face scrunched up.

     "What?" I said dramatically, raising my voice. I stormed into the spare bedroom and headed for the window that allowed you to see into the garden. "Ugh. Mom is going to kill him. Again."

     "You don't know how fun that actually is, Hol. You should try it sometime." Dylan said, appearing in the spare room. Well, you could basically call it his and Isaac's room. This is where they sleep whenever they stay over. 

     "Yeah, remind me to buy some claws the next time I visit Walmart and I'll give it a shot." I shot sarcastically, watching Isaac ruin our garden.

     "I'll write it down." Dylan retorted, and I turned around to glare at him. "I was only returning the sarcasm. Respect your elders."

     "Respect your elders." I mocked, trying to intimidate Dylan's voice, instead making it high and girly, before opening the window and shouting, "Hey, Isaac, stop killing the garden, you dog!" 

     He turned and looked up at me, his green eyes sparkling. I heard a low growl as Isaac began to stalk towards the conservatory door. 

     "No way, mister." He looked up at me with a confused look on his wolfy face. "You're way to dirty to come inside. Mom will definitely kill you then. Hose off and I'll throw some clothes down!" 

     With a brief attempt of a nod, Isaac walked over to the hose and disappeared out of sight. I left the spare room and went to retrieve some clothes for Isaac. 

     "Hey, can we watch a movie tonight?" Dylan asked, following me down the stairs. I'd chosen a long sleeved black shirt and dark skinny jeans for Isaac, matching them with black Vans and plain socks.

     "Sure. Just no gory horror movies. Holly no likey." I said, pointing my finger at him whilst we passed through the living room and kitchen. He smirked at me once we entered the conservatory and I'd thrown Isaac his clothes. 

     "Trust me, I have the perfect film for you." He said with a smug smile on his face. That meant we were probably watching a horror film. No sleep for Holly tonight. Yay.

     "How thrilling."

Do you ever get that feeling that sometimes, what you think is going to happen is better than what actually happens? Well, I had that feeling right now. We weren't watching a horror movie. We were possibly watching one of the most sappiest, oldest and girliest movies in the entire world. When Dylan told me he said we'd be watching the perfect film. His sarcasm is getting better. 

     The three of us had settled in the living room, watching Titanic. Dylan had decided to watch Titanic. Titanic. "If this isn't ruining your manhood I don't know what is." I'd commented when he put the disc in the DVD player. Isaac agreed, but Dyl