Hiding from myself

Running away? Bad idea.

The snow was cold, soaking through the bottoms of my boots as I walked to my car. Staring at the car door handle, I froze. Something, or someone, was watching me. I could feel it. Turning slowly to look at my surroundings the unknown presence became aware of my notice and quickly moved. The heavy boots I wore did not help my running through the snow and soon enough the unknown figure caught up with me only to grab me by my hair.

" What are you doing? Let me go!" Were the only words I could say?

" If you were to be quiet this wouldn't hurt as much." the man, from what I could see, spoke through gritted teeth.

Before I could say anything else there was a rag over my mouth and my sight started to slowly darken.

Waking up in a strange house filled with expensive looking furniture was quite weird. I had no idea where I could have possibly been.

"She lives. " a deep raspy voice floated through the door towards the couch I was currently sprawled on.

"W-where am I?" The scratchy, quiet sound that escaped my throat did not seem like my own voice.

The tall curly headed man started to approach me being followed by four other boys.

"Why you are in the house of a group of male figures. You should be happy." The smaller one with bleached blonde hair spoke with a thick Irish sounding accent.

"Why am I here?" I was on the verge of having a panic attack sitting with my hands hugging my knees close to my chest which rose and fell very quickly now.

"Why does it matter?" The third very laid back one with almost black hair asked, while looking at me very hungrily.

I didn't know what to do and all that went through my head was "run, run as fast and as far as you can!" So I did. When I sprang from of the couch I must have caught the five boys by suprize. Looking for a quick escape I found a window that just so happened to be open, right behind myself. By the time I had gotten to the window the curly headed boy was already after me. Falling to the ground I realized I was on the second story, there was no way I was going to make it out of here without getting hurt, badly. A sharp sting of pain rushed through my ankle as I landed but I didn't have time to stop and check it out.

"Running isn't going to solve anything." A set of crossed arm bearing four arrow tattoos stood only inches from my face. I looked up to see one of the five boys.

"H-h-how did y-you-..." I didn't have time to finish my question before the others came and formed a circle around me. I had no way out.

"Please! Leave me alone, I won't tell anyone I promise!" I fell to the ground in tears.

"I'm sorry but we can't do that." The curly headed one said in a low voice. I looked up and saw what appeared to be fangs poking from their mouths.

I just sat there crying as they came closer.

"What are you doing here Styles?" A deep soothing Australian voice came from behind me. The boys turned around and I was able to catch a glimpse of a tall lengthy blonde followed by three others slowly walking up to my captures.

"Hunting. We had a run away." The one they called "Styles" smiled cheekily looking back at me. "We where just leaving." He reached in to grab me by the arm, as he did so I tried to scoot myself backwards out of his reach, that's when he looked at the blonde who grabbed me by my hair and yanked me up with no effort.

An ear-piercing squeal came from my mouth as I tried to pull myself free. I looked, desperately, for help from the new comers. As I looked up I saw that one of the four boys looking at me had eyes filled with just as much pain as I was in.

"Please!" I sobbed trying not to focus on the pain shooting through my head.

"Let her go!" The boy with a bandana around his head, the one whose eyes where filled with pain, shouted moving forwards, slowly, towards the blonde currently gripping my hair.

"What's she to you Irwin?" The blonde looked at me with his crystal blue eyes.

"I said let her go!" He was more stern this time. "Styles" walk over and nudge him out of the way. As the blonde started to drag me back through the brush the four new boys started making a noise that sounded suprizingly close to a dogs growl. This seemed to scare my captives into a run. I started getting light headed as I was being thrown over the blondes shoulder. The world was a blur of trees and grass as they ran. Behind them I saw the others running just as fast.

"Hold still you little tramp. " I was kicking and throwing my hands and feet around attempting to loosen his grip on me, but it only made him hold on tighter. I was thrown to the ground with a loud thud as the blonde was tackled to the ground.

"Niall, you should have let her go when you where told to. " one of the four boys, with purple hair, said as he pinned Niall down.

I felt the back of my head; witch had happened to hit a tree stump when I landed. My hand felt wet and sticky, I brought it in front of face to see it covered in blood, my blood. Great, just great, now what?

Then I saw Niall, "Styles", and the rest of their friends look at me sharply, eyes turning a bright shade of Crimson.

"No!" I heard someone yell as "Styles" and the two others not being held down came running towards me. Then the other tall blonde was attacking two of them and a smaller boy with black hair was hitting "Styles".

"Come on I'll help you. " the one they called Irwin came up to me trying to get me to stand but it didn't work I only fell limp.

"Louis get her!" Niall yelled to the last of his friends who where standing.

That's when all went black and all that I heard was the sound of people fighting and growling at one another.