Me and My Gaurdian

Lost and found

It was amazing.
It looked so new, except for the thick layer of dirt covering it's body.
I walk closer to it, Callie following me. I stood in front of it. It was a dirty black color, red racing stripes flowing down the hood, and probably down the trunk as well. My fingers glide over the hood, the dust and dirt catching on my fingers, making the clean marks shine brightly in the light.
It was really amazing.
A few dents littered it's hood, but only if you looked very closely. I walked slowly around the side, my hand still tracing behind me. I noticed that the windows were tinted a darker color, so as a person could look out, but not in very easily. The rims of the tires were a tiny bit rusted, but still shone brightly.
I heard a click as the passenger door opened. The car shifted side to side, and I could tell that Callie was inside the car. Suddenly the door shot open, the rear view mirror nailing me in the gut. I recoiled, holding my stomach and hunching over, backing away from the door as a laughing Callie crawled out of the car.
"Not funny..." I huffed out, rubbing my sore stomach. She regained her posture and closed the door. She cackled and rolled her eyes, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"you should see the interior, it's so nice! who would've put this in the junk yard, it looks almost brand new!" she cooed, turning around and brushing a hand over the hood. I shrug, deciding to climb in and have a look for myself. Callie was right, the interior was nice. comfortable black leather covered seats, a black wheel, clean dashboard.
My thumb glided over the button where the horn would be, an odd symbol glistening at me after the dust was gone. It was a silver colored face; a broad chin and triangle eyes. I shrug it off and continue to look at the car. The radio was newer, and a little more advanced then most cars.
I jumped as the door slammed shut, my head whipping around to see if Callie were anywhere near it. I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head as I look around, Callie no where to be seen.
"Callie, c'mon, it was a good joke, you scared me, now come out!" I called out, but no response came, no blond girl to be seen. Suddenly the back of the car was pushed down forcefully, my head reeling back so I could see. A gasp was ripped from my mouth, and I lean up into the wheel to keep away from the back glass window.
Outside the back glass sat Callie, but she didn't look right. Instead of mellow green eyes I was so used to, they were a glowing red color, clearly shining through the dark glass, boring right at me. An in-human sounding growl came from her and I jumped, doing a death grip on the wheel.
My eyes widened and flickered over to the radio as it sparked to life. 'cover your ears!' a male voice bellowed, and hesitantly I did so. The car's alarm blared loudly. Callie let out another in-human screech and jumped off the back, stalking closer to the window closest to me. I jumped once again as the seat belt flew across my chest and lap, the engine revving to life loudly. The wheel turned by itself, the stick flying into reverse.
My head shot forward as the car shot back quickly, knocking Callie off her feet, probably not hurting her though. The Camaro screeched to a halt a few feet away from her as she got to her feet. She snarled, showing off rather long, sharp teeth, and started running towards the car. The stick turned back to drive, and just as she got close enough, the car flew by her, knocking her off her feet again.
I scream as the gate gets closer to the hood, the engine revving in effort to go faster then it already was...