Sharing A Floor With a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon

Sharing A Floor with a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon/ Chpt. 22

As I was in the middle of the two about to battle it out in werewolf, I thought "this is where my life ends". I stood there trying to move my feet but they were stuck there due to my fright. I heard another loud roar and they both sprang towards each other. I had the courage to stick to the side of the wall and then run up the stairs.

"Help!" I called and frantically went down the hallway, and pounded on the nearest door. 

Ryder opened it and starred at me confused and I could do was point to the fight in the middle of the stairs, except the fight had progressed to the bottom of the stairs. Ryder pushed me out of the way and transformed. What the hell? I wanted help, not another person to join the fight!

What does one do when people fight? They usually try and stop it, but this wasn't an ordinary fight, they were loaded up with knife-like claws, razor-sharp teeth, and fur. 

I ran into Wesley's room and searched for something, anything. I grabbed the first thing I could see with some weight behind it, a tennis trophy from his shelf, and I quickly sprinted out to see that the three of them were still battling it out at the bottom of the stairs. 

I leaned over the banister, and wound up my arm, and then with all my might, chucked the trophy down, nailing one of them in the back of their head.  Whoever I hit growled and was about to come up the stairs for me but a different werewolf grabbed for him, pulling him down. 

Nothing was going to stop this! Why hadn't anyone come to stop this? Surely they weren't deaf to the loud roars, and punches that echoed through the house. Gabe had told me to never come between werewolves fighting, but this was different, wasn't it? I couldn't just stand here and let this unfold. 

I would have to listen to Gabe next time around. I went back into Wesley's room and continued to look for something that would allow me to serve a sturdier hit. In the corner I saw a neat pile of golf clubs, and grabbed the driver, knowing it would leave the most impact. I gently crept down the stairs, hoping that my movements wouldn't distract them. They continued to scratch and bite at one another, wrestling and arms thrashing. From the back, I swung at one of their heads, and he fell down. I kept going with my momentum, and repeated the action on another, and he collapsed. The last werewolf starred back at me, and he let out a loud roar. Before I could even swing, he grabbed a hold of me, but one of the collapsed werewolves weakly bit into his ankle, causing him to lose his balance, bringing me down with him. I quickly jolted up, and sprinted out of the room, into another to find Cayden watching T.V. 

"Help." Were all the words I could manage. "I need help."

Cayden starred back at me, not blinking. 

"Quickly, please." I panted. 

Cayden got up and followed me out of the room. He looked at the mess and just looked at me.

"You did this?" He asked.

"Didn't you hear them fighting?"

He shrugged. "How'd you do this?"

"Golf club," I sighed.

He chuckled and then returned to the serious state I typically saw him in. 

"Say something," I said. "Anything."

"They must have been very weak, usually nothing can stop them." Cayden cooly replied. "You do know it's unwise to come between werewolves fighting, right?"

"It may have been mentioned to me in passing," I said. 

 "Well, consider this your lucky day, and likely the last one. They must all be low on sleep or some shit," Cayden continued to look at them.