Unknown Creatures [Unedited]

32. What are you doing here?

Mark's view:

"I'm going for a walk, Falcon you stay here," I state, walking out of the room without waiting for a response. 

I hear the lot of them talk in unison; the voices a bunch of gibberish. I ignore them and walk out the house and down the quiet empty streets. I walk to the most secluded part of town where only very few know about. As I walk, I notice how almost all the buildings here were tall and either factories or industries. 

As I walk down the streets, I find myself in a blackened street. There was no lighting, just pavement and dark buildings. As I kept walking, I see a sign on a pole that says 'Mitch Industries' with an arrow. 

Victoria can't be back. What does she want? Why attack my best friend?

As I walk, I find myself standing across the road from Mitch's company. Tall chain-linked fences all electric-wired with guards all around, leaving no inch of the property unguarded. From what I can see from my current position, the buildings are fitted with blinding lights along them.  

I see an alleyway next to the building, unguarded but surveillance cameras visible with the red flashing light.

I'm sure there is no harm in going this way, is there?

I look left and right then run across the street, give a quick nod to the guards who stand still, gun in hand across their chest as I make my way past them and enter the alleyway. It is dark and narrow, but I could see a light at the end of the street.

Just as I am walking, I hear the slight patter of footsteps against the concrete, then someone or something bumps into me out of nowhere and we both are knocked to the ground. 

"Ouch! I'm sorry," a familiar voice says.

I shake my head slightly, rubbing my head and look up at the girl before me. "It's fi- wait, Isabella? What are you doing here? How did you escape?"

She quickly stands up, and I do the same. I could barely see her, but what I could see was the dried up blood on her cheek and arm.

Thank God it's dark. At least she won't be able to see me and my visible fangs.

"Mark, I want to go home," she says in a raspy voice.

"How did you escape?" I ask, placing my hands on either side of her.

"I don't know, I really don't remember," she answers, shaking her head.

"Isabella, where did you come from?" I look left and right.

"Mark, stop this. Take me home." She grabs my arm but quickly lets go.

"Let me at least call the police," I try.

"No! No cops! Please don't do this, Mark." She looks at me, her eyes shimmering in the faint light.

I reach into my pocket. "I'm calling your parents then, like it or not, I don't give a shit."

"Mark, don't." She attempts to lunge forward but drops onto the ground immediately.