..and this is my brother, Dean....
"Where are my friends." I croaked out.
"They were not your friends," The one named Sam said.
"Tyla was.." I let the words hang in the air as my temper began to rise.
"She was the one trying to turn you, everyone else was following in her footsteps."
"Turn me, I'm not going to be a partier like her, she couldn't turn me!"
"To a vampire.." Dean grunted.
Sam gave him a look that told him he shouldn't have said that right away.
"Vampires are only real in movies and novels. I think you need to go see a shrink if you think vampires are real." I smirked.
Dean rubbed his face with the palm of his hand. "They are real and you almost walked in to an entire nest of them."
"Like a bird's nest or.."
"This girl is stupid I swear.." Dean laughed in Sam's direction, earning an unamused look from him, "Look vampires are real but their skin doesn't glow like diamonds and they can't leap from tree to tree. They are deadly and can turn you but vampire-human-werewolf romance isn't real so don't even think about it hun." I could feel the burning heat run into my cheeks.
My jaw dropped slightly and my eyebrows raised, "Oh don't get your bra twisted into a knot, sweetheart. I wouldn't fall in love with a pretty boy vampire, no matter how dull their fangs were." I rolled the words off my tongue threatenly.
The brothers exchanged a look between each other before hopping up. Sam offered me a hand but I didn't take it instead I hastily sprang onto my feet.
"Where do you live so we can drop you off."
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I dreamt of Tyla.
I was running, running so fast through the forest. Tyla was fast on my heels with a dribble of blood cascading down her chin, she was unnaturally fast. I couldn't run much further and I smelt a sour smell and my eyes began to sting and water from the filth. I felt pain explode in my neck and I crashed down onto the damp ground. Warm, thick blood began to trickle from my open wound on the soft flesh of my neck. Everything became so blurry as I felt each beat of my heart slow, and skip. The final beat of my heart rang in my ears and I couldn't help but to fall into the darkness.
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My body lurched forward and my cold sweat flung away from my forehead. My breath caught in my throat and my body burned with this feeling of dread. I couldn't make out any shapes in the darkness surrounding my room and I felt like someone was over my shoulder watching me. A thick, warm liquid made its way down my arm, leaving behind a trail of dark goo. I leaned over the side of my bed feeling around for my lamp on the nightstand. Once I had found it I tried pulling the little metal cord a few times, but the light must have been blown.
I pulled my legs over the side of the bed, feeling around for my flip flops with my toes. Once I had found them on I made my slow voyage to the locked bedroom door, I twisted the little lock and squeaked open the door revealing a dead silence in the hallway. I took a step out of the dark room and to a darker, more eerie room without windows. I held a breath in my lungs until I reached the dim stairwell, the fuse must have blown in the house. I exhaled deeply as I began my descent along the long, spiral staircase which led into the living room.
I felt the last creaking step under my shoes when I heard a screech cut through the thick air like a knife. I instinctively placed my hands over my ears at the unbearable sound. I felt my weight crumble to the floor as the sound shook the entire house. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt that warm liquid drying on the inside portion of my arm. The sound felt like it had drug on for an eternity when it had abruptly stopped.
The silence was unnerving at this point, you could hear a pin drop from anywhere in my old house. I took my shaking hands off my ears and slowly stood back on my feet, fear coursed through my veins. I slowly placed one foot in front of the other, realizing the screech come from my only living family member left, my mother.
I stopped in my tracks, turned my body toward her bedroom door, and sprinted as fast as I could toward her quiet room.
I bursted through her door to find what I had been dreading since I had woken up this morning. The large window was shattered with a thin layer of tiny fragments of glass covering everything. I felt a burning sensation in my core and an emptiness once I seen the mess of blood covering the white bedsheets.
I crumbled to my knees, sobbing. I felt glass cut and scape at my knee caps, but all I could do was sit in the middle of her room in awe. Everything was dark and her bedside clock read 3:09.
I had woke up around ten minutes ago. I had woken at the witching hour.
I remembered what Sam and Dean said about how everything was real.
I gritted my teeth together and burst out of her room. I through a robe around my pajamas and grabbed my keys of the rack.
