authors note: YALL IK ITS BEEN A LONG TIME- PLS DONT COME FOR ME SJKFHSDKJFH UNLIKE MY PREVIOUSLY DEPRESSING LIFE, I ACTUALLY HAVE ONE NOW SORTA. :3 ANYWAYS-
I woke up later that day, the blood on my arm dried. I sat up, looking out the small window above the door to my room. I looked around and saw Emerson standing in the frame of the door.
"Emerson!" I whisper-yelled, he looked over at me with a confused look. "We've gotta get out of here" I whisper-yelled again.
"No shit Sherlock." He whispered in an unamused voice. I glared at him. I disappeared from the window in the door and looked for something to break or pick the lock with. I searched my pockets, boom, a hairpin. I wiggled and wiggled it in the door until it eventually opened. The door creaked open loudly.
I slowly walked across the room until I heard something, there the man was, staring at me. He blotted across the room, I ran to the door that had the boys in it. I messed with the lock before I was tackled to the ground.
"Not so fast," the man said. "You think I'm really just gonna let you escape?"
"Well, no. But what if I asked nicely?"
The man chuckled, "Trust me, doll, you're worth a lot of money."
"Fair enough," I said and I threw my knee up and kicked him in the balls, he groaned with pain. "You fucking bitch," he said in a forced breath. I threw him off me and he ran at me again. He went to punch me, but I just barely dodged him and he hit the wall. Well, this guy just broke his hand.
"Fuck!" He yelled, running away "This won't be the last you see of me!" He yelled before he disappeared.
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JugendliteraturFor almost as long as I can remember my parents were vampire hunters. Them being able to kill them with a swift stab in the heart or holy water, whatever they felt like. My entire life I've been trained to kill these things, survive, and hunt them. ...
