I woke up to a horrible noise in the middle of the night. I soon found out it came from my parent's bedroom. Using all my energy I had, I sprinted down the hallway. There was a light coming from their bedroom. Now, what I saw in there, that's what really woke me up. My parents were in their bed, but they weren't sleeping.
Their throats were ripped open, blood oozing out of them, forming small puddles on the bright, bleached sheets. There was blood all across their arms, there was rips so deep that you could see the muscle and bones. Their bodies were mangled, lying across the bed in awkward positions.
But even worse, there was a man, staring at me with horrible bloodshot eyes. There was blood all over his face. Not just any blood, my parent's blood. I froze, my heart shot up to my throat...and so did the rest of my dinner. The moment he moved, I moved. With lightning speed, I went back down the hallway and reached for the nearest phone. A hand landed on my shoulder, I screamed and shoved him off. I raced down the stairs, praying to find some sort of weapon that I could use in self-defense. There was a knife in the kitchen, I quickly grabbed it.
"Wait!" He yelled, knocking the knife out of my hands.
I tried to fight him physically, but he was too fast. He held my arms together with one hand, while covering my mouth with the other.
"Shh..." he whispered, "come with me." Do I really have a choice? He dragged me to his car.
He put me in the passenger's seat, closed the door and locked it immediately. Then he went around to the driver's seat. My heart was racing. I know I'll be dead if I get out.
"You should consider yourself lucky" he mumbled as he strapped on his seat belt. I wasn't paying attention; all I wanted to do was snap his neck.
"You KILLED my parents!" I screamed, lunging toward him. He quickly pushed me back in the seat, but I still lunged at him again. "You were about to kill me!"
"But I didn't, did I?!?" He snapped, staring at me. I slowly leaned back again. There was a long pause.
"Why?"
"I knew that you haven't fully changed, Rachel, you just be lucky that I caught that coyote news story, or you'd be dead..."
He knew my name. How did he know my name? I stared at him for a while, studying his face. Then, it clicked.
"You were the guy who almost killed me when I was little..." I said in a hushed voice.
"I wasn't going I kill you I..." He stopped for a second. "I meant to bite you..."
There was a confused look on my face. "So you're a homicidal pedophile?"
"Well do I LOOK like a pedophile?"
The truth was, he looked like my age... Before I could say anything, I heard police sirens in the distance.
A hand collapsed on my mouth. "Don't say a word" he said as the bright blue and red lights were heading near us.
He stopped his headlights, and slowly rolled his car off the road, blending in with the darkness.
Just then, 2 police cars zipped past us, in a streak of colors. He rolled onto the street again, releasing his hand. He did a sigh of relief.
"They would've accused you of murder if you were still there, y'know..." I think he was trying to be reassuring.
"Where are we going?"
"Closer to the city" he answered calmly. "There are some people that you might be interested in meeting..." He smirked, as we continued down the long road.
