When the Sun Goes Down

~7~

The window opens. I sit up. "Hello?" I ask. I jump as lighting stricks outside. Rain comes crashing down on the roof. I walk over to the light switch and turn it on. I look around, nothing. I turn the lights off, close the window, and lay back down.

Five minutes later, I hear scratching at my window.

Scratch!

I walk over and open it again. "Can I come in?" A dark figure asks as it drops in front of me.

I jump back, scared. "Who are you?" I ask.

"You know exactly who I am!" It says, "Sondra!"

"Sondra?" I ask. "Yeah, sure."

"Thanks." She says and crawls in.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her.

"Listen to me carefully," she says as she sits me down on my bed. "They are coming for us."

"What? Who are they?" I ask.

"Your friend, Blake, was a wizard. His ancestors, the original wizards and witches are angry. They still can do magic even though they're dead so they contacted the vampire council and compelled them to come and kill us." Sondra says.

"Blake was the ancestor of the original wizards and witches? Wait... there are wizards and witches now?"

"Yes, and unless we run like hell away from this town, we wouldn't live to meet any."

As we sit up, the door blasts open. "What the hell?!" I scream as two men and one women walk in.

"Are you Kevin?" The women asks.

"Yes." I whisper in reply.

"And are you Sondra?"

"Yes." Sondra says.

And at her words she grabs a hold of my shirt drags me out the window and we start to fly. "Who were they?!" I ask.

"They're the leaders of the vampire council." Sondra says.

"How'd they know where I live?" I ask.

"You'd be surprised at the kind of information the vampire council can acquire." Sondra replys.

All of a sudden a flash of purple fire comes shooting past my head. "What was that?!" I scream.

"They must have wizards helping them." Sondra says as she starts flying towards the ground.

"What are you doing?" I yell, "We're gonna crash!"

I close my eyes as I hear a splash and fell water engulf me.

"Oh that wasn't a crash!" Sondra says, "It's a perfect ten!"

"At what?!" I ask.

"Diving!" Sondra replys.

I chuckle. At least we're still alive.