The beginning

Damien is a vampire with long black hair and crystal blue/gray eyes. He is lean and muscular and he loves his family. Damien will do anything for them.

Zane and I were in the living room, watching television, a romance movie, and Em was at a friends’ house. We were snuggled in close, when we heard a crash from our front yard. I ignored it, at first thinking it was our cat, but then we heard very light footsteps. There was someone out there. We stood in the middle of the living room, waiting to see what the human wanted. It went around to the back, and wiggled the door knob. When that failed, it tried the windows. The person found an open one and pushed it up. We both smiled, thinking of how bad of a thief they were. But then I smelled the garlic...

          Zane was still less than a year in his vampire life, and so he didn’t catch it. But he did catch me stiffen beside him. “Baby, what’s wrong,” he whispered fiercely. 

“Garlic; which means it's probably a hunter” I hissed back. He froze. Even though garlic didn’t hurt us, we still knew what it meant. Neither of us had much dealings with vamp hunters but, I have fought one, a somewhat uneducated one, and I came out of it with him dead, and I very close to it. Although the hunter could be stupid and inexperienced, they can still use weapons and hurt us. That was three years ago. I can fight one off well now, as long as I have the upper hand, but Zane has gone without training to fight so if it is a good hunter, he will likely end up dead.

          I hissed at Zane to get upstairs, as the hunter was finally in the house. He was hesitant at first, but he saw my pleading eyes, and reluctantly left. I grabbed my fighting knives from behind our couch, ready to fight. The only thing that can really kill us is silver, and I could smell the silver the person had loaded on him. This person can’t sneak into a house worth a s**t, but I could tell he knew at least something about us.

          I moved closer to the wall of our living room, waiting for our attacker. I listened to the intruders heart beat and breathing. He is nervous. I stayed in hiding for what seemed like ages, before the person began moving towards the living room. I drew closer to the wall, posing for attack.  

          He passed the threshold, and I leaped from the wall, onto the hunters back. It must have scared 'him' because 'he' screamed, a loud high pitched sound, only made for women. She turned, raising a large silver crucifix, with a pointed end. I slapped her arm, hard enough for her to drop it. I tackled her to the ground and then accidentally touched a piece of silver jewelry she had worn. I hissed, pulling my hand back, a red welt already forming on the back of my left hand. She laughed, taking advantage of my distraction, and pushed me off of her. She then grabbed the silver crucifix again in her hand.

          I was almost too late as I jumped to my feet to hold her off again. She leaped forward, and I jumped back out of her reach from the silver. I fell back, into the cabinet of glasses, knocking a few over, breaking them. I kicked out my long legs and knocked the woman to the floor. She grunted, and frustrated, she threw the damned cross at my head. I ducked and it hitting the wall.

          I heard Zane shuffling upstairs, and I knew he wanted to come and help. I silently prayed to God that he didn’t. And apparently my prayer was heard, because he stopped moving after a while. I kept my gaze on the woman in the darkness. She seemingly stared back, as I moved to the light switch just a few feet away.

          I pointed my knife at her, daring her to move. As I switched on the lights, I gasped, recognizing the young girl panting on the floor. 

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[KittyKatgirl]

This is starting to get really interesting. And a great cliffhanger at the end great job Writergirl :)

[WriterGirl101]

Thank you.... :)