Alternative Motive

Chapter 1

CPOV

Another amazing night out with Derek. He had just dropped me back off at my house after our most recent date.

"Dad! I'm home!" I shouted. It has been 2 months since the downfall of the Edison Group and Aunt Lauren had forced me to move back in with dad. Really I hadn't wanted to return as to put him in danger, but she insisted. He couldn't know about what I am or the supernatural world, because if he did I would be signing away his death.

"Ok baby girl!" he responded from his study. I sighed; he always seemed to be working now, though at least he wasn't traveling the world for his job again. I trudged up to my room and discarded the red dress and heels (I was trying to be as tall as Derek for once. Never going to happen again.) Wincing at the blisters they left. I put the laundry in the bin and went to have a nice long shower.

By the time I was finished it was around 2 in the morning and I was exhausted. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

xXxXx

A soft rustling sound woke me up. I almost dismissed it and went back to sleep but it was still dark and I had become paranoid hanging out with Derek. I slipped out of my bed and grabbed the baseball bat I had hidden under it for this exact reason. I had left the door open to get a breeze because it was fairly hot last night.

It was times like these I wished I still lived with Derek, Kit, Simon, and Tori I thought as I heard the creak of a floorboard just down the hall. At least then I had backup. Now all I had was my father who had no clue about what had happened to his only daughter or what was still happening in her life.

It was no time to throw a pity party because at that moment the door was flung open and I swung the bat. As it connected I got a quick look at my attacker. It was a blonde woman probably 35 or 36, defiantly no more than that. She hit the ground obviously not expecting me to fight back.

I spun as I heard the window slide up behind me. I swung the bat again only to have it ripped out of my hands by the man who came through the newly opened window. He also was blonde but was more a sandy blonde than the girl's bright blonde hair. The bat smashed against the wall, denting it and creating a bang that resounded throughout the whole house. I winced hoping that hadn't woken up my dad.

I tried to back away but there was there was nowhere to go. I only knew of one person who could have dented the wall like that. Derek. These two had to have been werewolves, there was no other option. The male grabbed me and whipped me around securing me so I couldn't move my arms. I kicked and flailed, trying to get free. My panic was rising and I knew that if I didn't calm down soon, the spirits would start to react to my panic and I would have a hell of a lot of zombies in here. Now, how would I explain that one to my dad?

I was brought back out of my thoughts by a small prick in my upper arm and my vision started to warp. I thought I heard the female say"Jeremy will be pleased that we were able to get her away without injuring her"but I was so loopy from the drugs that I could have been wrong. The last thing I remember was being picked up and the wind rushing past me as my captors jumped out my window and ran into the night.