Fallen Stars

Chapter 31

TYGRON

Sergei and I are the only ones left home and the sun has come down.

I was still unable to move myself still on the bed.

My body feels cold because none of them decided to dress me back after Klaire ripped my clothes, shivering me. The only thing covering from the cold was the sheets of

"When are they coming back?" I asked Sergei, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, hiding in the dim corner where the candlelights on the bedside table could not reach him.

"They just left. How would I know when they would return?" he replied, looking scatterbrained. He appears like a ghost in the corner of the darkness, lurking.

"They said none of it?" I blandly responded.

"No. Kingston too. Perhaps I could hope they are together," he spoke and stood up, heading towards the window to observe again.

"There's a..." Sergei said as he looked out the window and then at me.

"Wh—what?" I stuttered, startled by not knowing what he saw.

Someone went knocking softly on the door, three knocks exactly. As Sergei and I looked at each other, he quickly dashed towards the door and scurried to the ground floor.

The knocking continued, three of them each time.

"Tygron?!" he yelled.

"What?!" I yelled back. The knocking on the door went silent. In that short moment, the knocking came thundering back, banging on the door, crunching on the delicate weathered wood of the entrance.

I could hear Sergei yell downstairs, screaming and grunting as the loud crunching of the wood sounded, being constantly slammed on by a heavy arm.

"Sergei?" I yelled. He continued grunting as something continued to slam on the wood.

Even if my shoulder hurts, I forced myself to stand, grunting and hobbling as I tried walking downstairs. It was dark as I walked towards the steps down. Like a rabbit running faster as a hunter came closer to it, my feet mustered force as I hurried towards Sergei. Chills rolled down from the ends of my hair on the back of my neck to the end of my spine.

With little light from the only candle on the bedside table of the room I came from, I noticed that the door of the other room hadn't been closed. As I looked at it while hurrying, the wall of the room I was staring at suddenly crashed down, wood crunched and shattered glass clunked as something huge aggressively broke the barricade Sergei placed on it. Along with the crash, I bolted downstairs in a panic, running faster as the pain of my wounds disappeared through fear.

"Sergei!" I yelled in reaction.

Running downstairs, I slipped, falling on my butt as I slid downstairs, sitting and my healthy arm holding against the wall beside me. Groaning with the shock of the fall that seemed to echo towards my wound that I suppose had opened.

"Tygron!" he yelled as he struggled, placing his back against the door and kicking on the ground to prevent something right outside the entrance to get in. The moment he saw me as I crashed to the lowest plank of the stairs, he rushed towards me. It is also dim downstairs, with a single candle on the dining table across the space.

He quickly grabbed me by my shoulders, aiding me to stand up as the creatures screeched outside. Another growl came from upstairs right when I stood up. The silhouette of the creature's head revealed upstairs, moving like a figure in the dim corner above us. Before it could rotate and look at us, Sergei pushed me to the hall leading to the back door, ignoring that the grip of his hands was close to the wound, making me grunt.