Jack POV
Her hands moved fast in the dark.
Like she had done this before.
My eyes scanned the shadows as best as I could to makeout movement.
Mothers clicked her tongue with disapproval but stayed silent.
Turning back to the girl, I studied her face that was half covered by shadows.
Her eyes a bright green.
Something about this girl was off.
The door creaked a short response to being unlocked.
She stepped back grinning at the door.
Her smile brought the corners of my mouth up like strings being pulled on a puppet.
Slowly she opened the door and turned to me.
"Quick get in!"
Turning around the moon bounced off her olive skin.
I brought my clenched hand to my face, unclenching my right hand to shield my eyes.
If at any time I would believe that one of those many fairy tales mother told me at night for story time were true.
It would be now.
She looked like she could play a part in a vampire movie.
But she was a perfect vampire.
Ducking back to mother, I steadied her hand on my forearm and helped her into the back.
She protested about being older and needing to sit upfront.
Gladly, the girl turned around in her seat and looked at the both of us.
"We don't have much time, with all your squeaking they might already have heard the commotion."
Mother stopped her fretful slaps at my arms at her words, and pushed away my hands.
I closed the door as silent as possible but it still creaked.
She winced.
As I climbed into the passenger seat I noticed her hands fumbling with a pocket knife.
My hands out of natural instinct went to my pocket.
My knife was still there.
I exhaled, embarrassed by thinking that for a moment she was a thief.
Slight shallow gasps of breath, awakened my nerves.
She was nervous that the girl who sat ready to drive my mother and I away from this madness didn't have faith in herself.
Watching her she seemed like she knew what she was doing.
Her hands rubbed live wires together.
Until a small little bright spark that you would find from a sparkler flew out over her legs.
She dropped the wires, and patted her legs to make sure nothing caught on fire.
Smart move.
Looking out my window I cringed away into the door at the sound of the raspy engine.
The freckled hands that seemed more fierce when in action gripped the steering wheel.
Her leg shot forward.
The car gulped the gas as if it had been thirsty for a trillion years.
It lurched, and cried in rage.
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Action"Amara." his croaky voice called for me.. No I must not.. Cannot turn back no! no! My body burned under his controlling voice. I would not face the man who slayed my mother. I would not face the man who called to me when he was lonely. I was no pe...
