The Girl Who Ran

Chapter 2

Alaeric  

          She's alive! Lydia gave her a bath and changed her into some purple and blue flowery pajamas when I brought her here to my home. Lydia is my sister, she was changed when she was seventeen and I was at the age of eighteen. We're a year apart.

            Lydia and I carry the mysterious girl to my room and set her down on my full-sized bed, so she'd be comfortable while she slept. After that I make up a bed for me on my bedroom floor while Lydia tip-toes out of my room, heading for her room. Before laying down for bed I bite into my wrist and trickle my blood down her throat in order to heal her wounds. Being a vampyre I don't have any antibiotic ointment to give her and I don't want her injury to get infected. Soon after, I lay down on my makeshift bed and drift off to sleep.

Elena

            My eyelids drooped as I try to open them. My mind fighting to fall back into a deep sleep, but I know I have to wake up. Why? I have no clue. My eyes pop wide open...to darkness.

            I'm on a bed, I realize as I sit up and drag my feet to the side of the bed. Where am I? I stood to my feet and took one step and trip over something big and hard. I fell on top of whatever....or whoever it is and hear a grunt. Suddenly I have a flashback of hitting my head on the tree root and the footsteps heard before everything went black, as I let out a horrific scream.

Alaeric

            My dreams disappear as something big hits me hard in the chest. My eyes fly open to darkness as I let out a grunt. The next thing I hear is a high, shrill, girly scream. Is that Lydia? No, s**t. It's the girl. She's awake.

            I jump up after she crawls away from me. I run to the door of my bedroom to switch on the lights. I look around my room to see nothing, nobody. 

            She was gone.