Creatures Of The Night

Chapter 1

Creatures Of The Night

"Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead." -pink

Chapter One

     I open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by a white light, I can't remember how or why I'm lying here. The pain was unbearable, my head was pounding and my fingers and feet felt numb. There was a loud ringing in my ears, I couldn't tell if it was in my head or I was actually hearing it. I shut my eyes wincing. My throat burned as if I swallowed hot water, I just wanted to scream in agony. The ringing slowly subsided but I didn't dare move, afraid if I did I would hurt my self even more. I could hear some people screaming faintly but I could not pin point who. I tried to make a noise but no one seemed to hear me.

      That's when I finally opened my eyes this time the white light was gone. I saw black. I turned my head to my side blinking rapidly. My vision seemed to finally focus. As well as my senses finally started to recover. I could feel a sharp pain in my legs and my elbows. I soon realized that I was laying down on the forest ground and the white light that I had saw was a flash light. The ringing was still subsiding but it seemed to still ring faintly in my ear. At one point it all went quiet my vision blurry but I could still make out a few trees. It was dark, that much I could tell.

     Then there was a loud roar that seemed to echo in the woods, all at once everything seemed to hit me. All my senses and emotions hit me at once. I could hear the sound of a river and the sound of people shouting my name faintly. But I still felt weak I couldn't move and it was becoming harder to stay awake. I rolled my head back up looking up at the sky, the branches blocking my vision a bit but I could still see the crescent moon high up in the sky and a billion stars surrounding the moon. It was beautiful.  I was once again blinded by the white light as the flashlight which must have missed me before hit me again and this time instead of the light disappearing it stayed. I could hear someone shout "we found her!", it was closer but it was too late I was slowly closing my eyes my energy drained. The last thing I hear is a deep voice, panic and fear obvious In the tone. "Zoella!"

one year before

      "Come on slow poke!" My older brother shouted at me as we both ran in the woods. The wolf ahead of us was running, well the best it could since I had shot an arrow at his leg- as me and my brother chased after it, I huffed annoyed with him. We both always made our hunts into games. Being a hunter doesn't have that many perks. Let me just clear the confusion up, We aren't hunters like hunting bears and foxes. No, we are very different. We hunt werewolves. Well we hunt other things as well such as vampires, dark fairies or fallen angels. But my family only hunts werewolves for specific reasons. My mother and father were killed by them when I was 9 and josh was 10 and me and my brother-Joshua or Josh for short- were taken under my aunts and uncle wing.

       My parents were not hunters because they did not want to bring us into a world of violence, however that all changed. My uncle taught us how to fight and defend as my aunt taught us or told us stories about werewolves. About 3 years ago when I was 16 my aunt had passed away from pneumonia, she was too weak to fight it. My uncle changed after that even more, he became cold, distant and trained us harder. Her death hit us all hard, she was soft and was really the person who took care of us.

       "Zoey go left, cut the rouge off!" My brother says ahead of me, knowing the rouge was running towards a pond, we knew these woods by the back of our hands. I didn't hesitate and darted to my left after a few minutes I ran back straight so the wolf would run right to me. My brother was hopefully running on its right so it would have no choice but to go left- it would still think I was behind him. I was running up a hill that had a large drop to the ground but you could see the pond easily from that spot. Soon I could see the pond in my view and I smirked, I got onto my knees and took out my bow and arrow that was strapped to me. The bow was my aunts, she had gave it to me before she had passed on. She had handcraft the bow her self.