The Daylighter Chronicles

Chapter One: Wake up call

There were two things that I was certain of as my eyes snapped open. One, it was before noon, because my alarm had yet to go off. Two, I was not alone. I wanted to take a deep breath and scream. I wanted to panic. But I knew that if I did either of those things I was dead, so I took long, deep breaths as I feigned sleep and tried to reach out with my mind, but all I got was static. I cursed at myself. What was the point in having a superpower if it didn't work when I needed it to? I needed to move, I needed to warn the others... unless I was the last.

No, I wouldn't let myself think like that. Baen and Kai could handle themselves. They were way older than me and any member of the Soldiers of the Sun. They would be alright; I was the weak link. I closed my eyes and prepared myself. This is what I had been training for the last twelve years. I could do this.

Just as I was about to leap out of my bed in what I am sure would have been a very graceful bound for the door, my assailant attacked. I rolled out of my bed just in time to avoid a stake through my heart, which I sighed in relief over as I hit the cold wooden floor hard. I then scurried under the bed and kicked the man's right leg with the heel of my foot as hard as I could and was rewarded with the sound of his fibula snapping, as well as some grunting and cursing. I applauded myself, but I couldn't revel in my success for too long. I needed to warn the others.

I climbed out from under my bed and ran for the door, and just as my fingers touched the brass of the knob, I was grabbed from behind. My eyes widened in fear as I dug my nails into my attacker's forearms. I knew that I had heard the bone break, and I didn't care how badass any human thought they were, there was no way they would still be in the fight after that. I dug my nails deeper as my fear turned to panic, because if it wasn't a Soldier of the Sun attack then it must be a nightwalker raid, and I knew I wasn't ready for that, but I also knew that I couldn't just give up so I threw my head back as hard as I could which connected with his nose, causing him to drop me and grab a hold of his now broken nose. As I looked at him crouched over like that bleeding on my floor, this rage took over me. I was suddenly just so angry that I was living in fear of this kind of attack.

Why? Because we were different. Because we weren't human, and we didn't live in the darkness, and so we were attacked from both sides, always having to look for an escape route. So I snapped, and instead of running towards the door like I knew I should have, I threw a punch that was supposed to land in his rib cage, hopefully breaking a few and causing enough internal damage that he would be down for a while. But that didn't happen, because once that punch was thrown my attacker grabbed my wrist and threw me against the wall and stabbed me with a stake that ripped right through my red skull kitty tank top and cut into the flesh that covered my heart. That was when I heard the slow chuckle and that annoying voice I knew all too well say,

"Not bad, but you're still dead."

I banged my head against the wall as I muttered, "Ublyudok."

He tisked at me and said, "English."

I glared up at him and said through my teeth," Kai, you bastard." Which only turned his chuckle into a laugh, so I did what any self-respecting vampire little sister would. I kicked him in his manly bits, and as his eyes widened and his laughter died in his throat, he wheezed out,

"That's cheating, you're already dead."

I patted his head as he slumped to his knees, walked past him and said,

"Oh, that wasn't for killing me, that was for my shirt." I pulled my tank top away from my chest to inspect the damage, and just as I thought, it was ruined with a gaping hole and covered in blood from my already healed wound.