The street was deserted, the only lights being that from the streetlamps, setting an almost sinister aura that stretch shadows into looming shapes.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty!”.
Her head shot up as soon as she heard the voice echoing off the house walls. They’d find her soon.
She could do nothing but start running again, run anywhere as long as it was away from the laughter that had now joined that voice that sent chills down her spine.
Her legs screamed out in pain for her to stop but she didn’t listen and continued to pound down another nameless street, the wind whipping at her short hair, tears streaming down her face.
She skidded to a halt when she saw a figure appear at the other end of the street, closing it off.
It stood with it’s hands in it’s pockets and she could feel the smile she knew was spread across it’s face.
“Don’t you want to come home?”. It asked in a voice that, if it was anyone else, would have never been heard.
“I’ve told you!”, she shouted.
There was that laugh again and the feeling of nausea swept over her as she set off into a sprint once more, down another dark alley and into another long road, but this time she took the time to read the name of the road and a flutter of hope filled her.
She fumbled for her mobile and punched in the numbers that she thought she would never be calling again.
She said a silent prayer as the mobile was answered and she heard that Irish accent. “Mitchell, it’s me.”
There was a pause. “What the hell are you doing calling me?”.
“Mitchell this isn’t the time… I’ve left them.”
“…Really?”. She looked behind her and gasped as four black shadows were slowly catching her up. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Herrick. He’s found me. Please, I need your help”.
“Where are you?”
“Coming up to your house.”
The line went dead and she felt fear wash over her. He hadn’t just left her, had he?
But the fear disappeared as she saw the pink house come into view and the tall figure of Mitchell waiting in the light of the doorway.
“Don’t you dare!”. One of the voices shouted from behind her, “You’ll never be welcomed back!”
Mitchell held out a gloved hand and pulled her through the door before slamming it shut and sliding the lock. He lent against the wall and watched the woman in front of him bent over, gasping for breath. Her clothes were filthy and ripped and her hair clung to her tear-streaked face.
She looked up, her unnatural blue eyes staring at him before fluttering shut as she collapsed on to the laminate flooring.
He sighed and ran both of his hand through his hair before walking over to her and kneeling beside her.
Footsteps came thumping down the stairs and George appeared around the corner. “I heard shouting outside and the door went so I came to - bloody hell!”.
“Calm down George.”
He knelt beside his friend and felt the woman’s neck for a pulse. “Friend of yours?”, he asked as he saw Mitchell staring at her as if trying to fathom out if she was real or not, “Suppose you could say that.”
“Help me get her onto the sofa and I’ll run upstairs and get some blankets”.
The two men carefully placed her onto the creaking sofa and George ran back upstairs to get something warm for her.
Mitchell lent against the hallway wall looking at her. He never thought he’d be seeing her again, not after what happened. He was amazed Herrick even let her out of his sight for a second, but it was a second long enough for her to escape and find him again.
He was broken from his thoughts to hear George hammering down the stairs again, this time appearing with a bright yellow sheet. “I could only find this Spongebob blanket, do you think she’ll mind?”
Mitchell broken into a smile as George threw the blanket over her and lightly tucked her in.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
“Not yet.” Mitchell sighed, “We should go to bed, it’s late and she won‘t be going anywhere We'll sort this out in the morning.”
George put a hand on his shoulder and steered his friend to his bedroom, giving the woman on the sofa one last look before following. Something was wrong, he could sense it and he’d learned a long time ago not to ignore it. Something huge was going to happen, and it was only a matter of time before it dragged Mitchell, Annie and himself into it and all because of one woman who needed the help of a vampire.