The Beginning

Broken

Blood curling screams came from above, followed by a deep, evil laugh. A small girl cowered in the corner of the cellar where her parents had placed her. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she shook with fear and held her breath.
She didn't know what was going on, just that the blood that now dripped through the floorboards was her families', and that whoever the heavy boots belonged to was the one who caused it all. The girl wanted desperately to cry out, but her instincts wouldn't let her. She watched the shadows and listened to creaking boards, waiting quietly for them to go away.
Eventually they did, and the girl let out a small breath, feeling extremely light head. She sat there silently, letting her parent's blood drip on her, blending into her red hair and sliding down her tear-stained face. After what felt like hours of sitting there, after the blood had dried on her face and hair, the girl unlocked her body from the position she had been stuck in and crawled toward the trap door.
A sudden bang from a door slamming against a wall caused the girl to freeze.
"Berthanna!!" A boy's voice shouted into the house and echoed into the cellar. It was Klaus(pronounced: 'cl-ou-s') the girl's endless tormentor. Fear ripped through her once more. She wouldn't put it above Klaus to join this group of barbarians; that came and murder her family and probably her pack as well.
"Berthanna! Where are you??" Klaus's voice came again, edged with worry and fear. The girl shook with fear as she heard furniture scrape against the floor and doors bang against walls as Klaus searched on the main floor for her.
The sound of the dresser being shoved off the trap door caused Berthanna to whimper softly. The door swung open, momentarily blinding her. She could see the silhouette of the boy as he climbed nimbly down the door. Another whimper escaped Berthanna's lips.
"It's ok, Anny," Klaus murmured softly. "It's only me."
Gingerly, Klaus pulled the red haired girl into his arms. Berthanna slowly relaxed into Klaus's chest, though she continued shaking, and listened as he whispered comfortingly into her hair.
And for probably the last time in her life, the girl was safe.