The Darkness

Chapter 16

Logan couldn't get that image out of his head. Her scars were terrible, how had she got them?! Was it from living with werewolves?! If Logan stayed here will he end up getting scars?!

Logan laid in bed, turning over again. He closed his eyes, he had been tossing and turning all night, seeing her scars. Seeing them fighting, and then repeated again. They seemed to get alone fine when they fought, or was it all for show.

Finally Logan drifted a sleep, but his dreams were full of Tania and her scars.

Tania's faced Logan, but suddenly blood of was poring from her forehead. "Help! Help me!" She called.

Suddenly she wasn't Tania anymore. She was Susan, Logan's little sister. The little 5 year old he remembered limped forward. "Help me, Logan! Please, I need you!" She pleaded.

Logan woke gasping, he looked around the room. Tania was Susan?!

Logan didn't know what to think. Memories that he blocked out came flooding forward. Times he and Susan played in the yard. Mama being happy and not selfish.

Then he remembered the falling, Papa coming into the cellar, Susan pale and lifeless. Blood ran down her face and leg. Tania was Susan! She had to be!

Logan threw his blankets off, standing as quickly as he could with his wound. He threw on the sweater Jay lent to him.

Logan opened the door, heading down the hallway slightly to Tania's room. He knocked in the door, softly.

He heard a soft racket from the inside before the door cracked open. "What?!" Susan asked, blurry eyed.

"I needed to talk to you!" Logan said, nervous energy flooding him.

"Now?! Can't it wait till morning?!" Tania asked.

"No," Logan said, "look, please, I really need to talk to you!"

Tania/Susan sighed and opened the door wider, stepping out of the way. Logan sighed a breath of relief. "Thank you."

Tania/Susan walked over the bed after closing the door. She picked up her swords off the chair in her room and set them on her bed. "Take a seat."

Logan sat down at the edge of the chair, watching Susan pick up one of her swords, unsheathing it. "What are you doing?"

Susan looked up, swinging the blade quickly. "Stop with the small talk, what do you want?"

Logan looked down nervously. "I-I know."

Susan raised an eyebrow. "Know what?"

"Susan, please-"

Susan cut him off, moving so fast she was a blur. The chair tipped backwards slightly, and Susan's sword kissed his throat again.

"Where did you hear that name?!" Susan growled.

Logan hesitated, glancing at the sword. "Susan it's me, Logan. Your older brother?!"

Susan cocked her head to the side. "My only brother is Jacob, he's my real, and only brother," she growled.

"No, no, please Susan! Look it's me, remember?! We used to be so close, we would run around the farm!" Logan objected, slightly forgetting about about the sword pressed to his throat.

"All I need to remember is waking up in a strange house, and knowing that my family, my so called family, had abandoned me to die!!" She snarls in Logan face.

Logan's eyes widened. "Mama still cries because of that! She not the same! Guilt has eaten her up so much, she practically insane!"

Susan leaned forewords and growled quietly into his ear. "Good," she drew back walking away. Logan's sat there shocked, she was glad her mother was insane?!

Susan suddenly whipped around so fast, Logan didn't see her coming. Pain flared accord his face, but also in his gut, the punch pulling on his bullet wound. "Gah!!" He cried out, holding his face.

"I hate you!" She yelled, then ran out the door.
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Two days later, two days later and Susan still won't talk to him. She wouldn't even look towards his direction.

Logan laid in bed, his face still throbbed. What had they done to her? Why was she so cold and hateful? I mean it wasn't his fault their parents abandoned her!

A tapping noise drew him from his thoughts. He sat up looking around the dark room. Tap-ta-ta-ta-tap. What the- He looked toward the window, when it started sliding upward.

This was it?! He was gunna die! The werewolves have had enough of him! Suddenly Jack jumped through the window, Carl following soon after.

"Hey, man!" Jack whispered. Logan couldn't stop staring.

"Oh, My- What are-"

"Shh..." Carl said, putting a finger to his lips. "We're here to get you out of here!"

Logan nodded and grabbed his cloak off the chair. His stomach wound, still ached, but as long as he didn't do anything to extensive, it didn't hurt all that bad. "Do you have a bow I can borrow?"

Jack looked at Carl, before removing his bow and arrows. "Here, but shoot them wisely," he advised.

Logan nodded. "Got it."

" 'Kay lets get going," Carl said headings for the window.

"Wait! I can't, not yet," Logan stopped them.

"What?! Why?!" Jack asked, turning around quickly.

Logan opened his mouth to answer, but a sudden scream cut him off. "We're under attack!!! The vampires are attacking!!!"

Logan looked at Jack and Carl eyes widening. Logan glanced toward the door, hearing racket out side in the hallway. "No! Logan, we have to get out of here! This is great, they probably won't even notice you're gone," Carl shouted over the ruckus.

"She's my sister! I have to get her out of here, she has to come with us!" Logan shouted, before running out the door into the hallway. The pain in his stomach seemed to vanish in the rush of adrenaline he was feeling.

The house was empty, so Logan ran outside. Werewolves ran across the earth, so fast the human eye almost couldn't follow them. He looked around and saw Susan climbing on top of one. "Go Sam, Go!" She shouted, urging him to start running.

"Sus-" he ran after, but there was no way of keeping up.

Logan ran, until he came across a battle field. Behind him, Jack and Carl caught up. "What do you mean, 'she's your sister'?"

"I'll explain everything later, I just have to help her!" Logan shouted over the screams.

Blood flooded the earth, screams filled the air. The wind tainted with the smell of blood. Logan hesitated only for a second before running down the hill. His bullet wound forgotten, his love for his sister replacing it.