My Hero Day and Knight

Shaken

I ran and ran and ran until I couldn't run no more. I slammed doors, turned tables and chairs over and anything I could get my hands on. I needed to get upstairs to get my gun. Before I got up the second stair, he grabbed my right ankle, pulling me down and making me scrape my head off of one of the stairs. The wound stung, but not as much as when he pulled my ankle. I screamed and kicked and fought back with what strength I did have, but none of it seemed to work. He out matched me. The blood was running down the side of my face and his eyes focused on the wound. He snarled and leapt on top of me, pinning my body to the stairs. His strength made my spine crack and pop while he was forcing me to the stairs harder. I felt his grip tighten around my neck. I fought for air and tried to loosen his grip, but it didn't work. I kicked and kicked and kicked until the grip was loose from my neck. Dazed as I was, I gasped for air then gathered myself when another man slung the man trying I kill me through one of the windows. He was tall and dark complected. He turned and looked at me. He was like the man. Silver eyes and fangs.

"RUN!"

He yelled.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether he was trying to save me or if he was going to kill me afterwards. I struggled to get up the stairs. Reaching and grabbing onto the poles, I managed to get to my feet and skip stairs to get to my room. When I did, I couldn't find my extra clip. I just pulled my gun from the drawer and cocked the sliding pin back and put a bullet in the chamber. I had no where else to go and no where else to turn. I was trapped in this house with two vampires fighting each other. One tried to kill me and the other I think saved me. I heard them both downstairs crashing into furniture and turning them over and crashing into glass and snarling and roaring. My hands trembled and my legs felt like noodles. It felt as if I were going to collapse any minute. I was too weak to fight back anymore. I wanted to give up, but something told me to keep fighting.

Then it grew quiet. Dead silence. My heart pounded as if it was going to leap out of my chest and onto the floor. My vision blurred and footsteps proceeded up the stairs. Slowly. Cautiously. I aimed my gun for the door with my finger on the trigger. I flipped the laser on and waited for one of them to come and kill me. I tried to tell myself that this isn't real and this isn't happening, but it was. I saw the shadowy outline of a man standing outside my door. He walked in and I fired six times and missed all six times when I noticed I had just shot up my wall. It was the man that saved me.

"Easy, easy. Take it easy and calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, all right? Just listen to me and take your finger off the trigger. Please. I'm not here to hurt you."

As stupid as I was, I listened and lowered my gun, but I still had my finger on the trigger. He was normal. No sign of silver eyes or fangs. He stood five feet out from me.

"If you're not going to hurt me, then why did you save me for? How did you even know that he was trying to kill me?"

"Because I save people. It's what I do. I don't hurt women or children, I don't hurt innocents, but there are predators out there like him I deal with."

His voice was calm. It sounded trusting. He had curly, dark brown hair, hazely blue eyes and he wore dark jeans and biker boots with a long trench coat and a white long sleeve button up henley that was unbuttoned down six buttons. He had some sort of weird ring on his right index finger.

"You have to trust me. Please. I'm here to protect you. He was after you because you knew what he was and you saw him kill a human. Look, I know you're tired and I know you're injured, but you have to let me help you."

"And why should I?"

"Because I saved your life. Just please."

He begged.

"All right."

I put the gun away and he lowered his arms.

He walked towards me and I stood there with the gun in my trembling right hand. I just stared at him. I was mesmerized by his charming good looks.

"I'm Emily Turner. Usually, I'm not like this, but what I just saw..."

"Hey. I get it. It's a lot to...get. I'm..."

My alarm went off, waking me and jolting me wide awake. I sat up in the bed and looked around. I looked at the clock: 7:13 am. It was a little dark outside. I cautiously got up from the bed and started slowly towards the drawer. I was still in a dream state like. I wasn't for sure what was going to happen next. I pulled my gun out and raised it when I heard a chair scraping from downstairs. I turned on my laser and preceded out of the room and down the stairs. The scraping got louder and I made it to the last step. It was coming from the kitchen. I stuck to the wall and listened. One person it sounded like. Then I listened more and put my hand on the wall to feel any vibrations approaching from behind. It was clear. I was taught by a Navy SEAL how to use my senses to feel and detect anyone around. I appeared from around the corner with my gun pointed and the laser on the black moving object in the kitchen.

"HANDS! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!"

The person yelled and I saw them turn around. I flipped on my light on my gun and it was Jared.

"JESUS CHRIST EMILY! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE AT 7 IN THE MORNING JARED?!"

"Gabe forgot me at Andrews party last night. I called you and you never picked up the phone, so Andrew had to bring me home."

I flipped off both the laser and light, lowered my gun and flipped the kitchen light on and stared at Jared with a pissed off look.

"Give me a warning next time, or I will shoot your ass!"

"What is wrong with you?! You've never been this jumpy before."

"It's nothing. All it was a stupid nightmare then your ass scared the shit out of me and I thought that it was actually happening."

"What happened in it?"

"I'm not going to discuss it. Get cleaned up, I'm going back to bed. Don't disturb me either."

I said, turning around and trailing off back upstairs. I took this nightmare to seriously. But I wished I would have finished the part where the man gave me his name. Maybe it was some sort of future sign for me. Maybe I should be cautious today and from now on. I don't know why my alarm went off because I didn't have to go into work today. I walked back up the stairs to my room, locked the door, turned the fan and AC on in my room, put my gun away and climbed back in bed. I was too terrified that I would have the same nightmare, but worse. It could have been intensified and more vivid. But I lay there in my cool bed, staring at the window. I felt myself grow tired and I tried to block out Jared going through the house and taking a shower. It seemed that the littlest noises bothered me. I guess it would after the nightmare I had. I closed my eyes and exhaled, hoping that I would have a better dream. I could feel myself drift off then suddenly open my eyes again. Then I finally drifted off into a peaceful dream.