Lahey, Be Mine

Chapter 7

I fluttered my eyes open slowly and carefully, as they ached with pain.

Where was I? I asked myself. All I could see was the thin blue night light peeking in through the windows, and dust floating in the air. This was an abondoned location. 

I stood up slowly, gaining my balance and took a good look around. Nobody was here, I was all alone. 

I walked around all the broken and shattered pieces of glass and wood, finding the exit out of this place. I stepped on a three-dimensional glass figure, causing a large shattering noise. And that's when I heard loud footsteps coming towards me. 

I whip my head behind me and see a group of people gliding down the room coming in my direction. There was a girl with no shoes and extremely large toe-nails that were pointed and were naturally black; disgusting! Two twins about my age or so and then a man with sunglasses on and a black trench coat, with a stick in his hand, with a red pointed tip; he was blind. 

"Arabella..." he said smirking.

"Who are you?" I asked in worry, backing up.

"Have your friends not told you?" He asked pouting his mouth, mocking me. "We're the Alpha pack..." he continued.

Alpha pack? What is a pack?

I stood there in confusion and horror and then one of them, the girl, grew claws and fangs and flashed red eyes at me and I screamed at the top of my lungs. What was she?!

I turned around and ran, searching this massive place for the exit, hoping to make it out alive until somebody jumped throught the glass from the outside causing glass pieces to enter my skin. Blood slowly trickled down my cheeks from the piercing. 

This boy and two others fought the four alphas as I sat in the corner, isolating myself and crying. Grab the phone, Ara. I kept saying to myself but I couldn't. What was I going to say to the cops? Four people with red eyes and claws and fangs attacked me? That was completely unbelievable. 

As i thought all this over, one of them came up to me. He had fur outlining his face and claws but he had golden eyes instead of red fiery ones. He reached his hand out and I grabbed it standing up. As I stood up, he turned around for about 30 seconds, hunched over. Is he okay? He turned back around and was this really him? I can't believe this.

I whisper to him...

"Isaac?"