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"No," I said, fighting tears, "don't be sorry, I will get her it's not your fault just..." I cut myself off by making a quick sprint to the street before anyone could protest. "Dusk!" Hail began to fall pelting my bear feet and arms. I had not noticed until then that I was still wearing nothing but a tank top and jeans. It was so cold. I was dodging foul creatures from the other side left and right. Amazing how we can even call them people. "Dusk, please," she had to be alright, there was no way she could be out of my life. She was Dusk the Amazing! The girl I'd grown up with! We grew together, delt together, even recieved our first bites together! (An experience I do not wish to elaborate on.) I ran through alley after ally, deciding that if she was completely lost, the only way to find her was to get good and lost myself.

((sorry if I babbled, it was a symbol of my characters feelings))

At once Al spotted her target, the girl was being taken by a tall man twice her size. Al let out an enormous growl and sprang at him. She ripped the knife from his hands and threw it as far as she could. It most likely landed a few blocks away. She punched and kicked and clawed at him. Until he let go of the girl. Then she snatched her up and took off back onto a main road. The man did not follow he was to badly injured.

Al held the girl firmly but gently and was back at the house in seconds. In a glance she took in the empty house. "Where is she?!" Al yelled and set the girl down just inside the doorway. "You stay inside. Got it? You’ll just make more trouble going back out to find her. "Al Closed the door leaving Dusk trapped inside the house with no way to get out.
She took off again and quickly came upon Nathaniel. "You let the other one out too." She scolded and slapped his shoulder before scampering into the next alleyway.
Hearing the desperate calls dawn was giving out, Al found her quickly and grabbed her waist carrying her like a sack of potatoes until they reached Nathaniel. "Come on hun." She said and took his hand with her own free hand. And walked him home. When they got home Al Set Dawn down next to her sister and covered her face with her hands.

"What were you thinking?!" She asked shaking her head, and looking up at Nathaniel. "Be more careful with them, they are still children. " She took the girls by the hand and made them sit together on the floor next to the fire place. She took off her shall and draped it around their shoulders. "Never leave the house without one of our permission again, Or you will regret it." She said sternly. Her hair was a mess and her clothing was torn and muddied. She looked worse than she felt.

I watched as the stranger carried my sister up the dusty staircase, wishing I could follow. But I couldn't, I couldn't keep Dusk from being with him, that would only make Nathaniel trust me less. The storm outside grew, as well as the bloodshed and tears that swept the road. I slowly got up, Al was in the kitchen making us all some sort of snack or something. Before she could see, I wrapped my arms around the trench-coat on the floor and hopped the window. The streets were cold and unforgiving, but I kept moving. That's when I saw the man. He was sitting on a cracked sidewalk, pressing a rag into his soggy bleeding arm, wincing with pain. I walked toward him. "Excuse me," I pulled a tissue out of my bra, turning slightly so he wouldn't see. (I am slightly insecure.) "Can I help you?"

I sat and watched as the girl worked the tissue into a knot around my arm. She shook wisps of thin brown hair from her face, revealing blood shot blue eyes. "It's not much, just a scrape," I moaned a little when she pulled it tighter, feeling the gash in my arm close slightly. "Don't worry about me,"


"What happened? What were you doing?" He was breathing so heavy, as if he had just been knocked in the chest. Blood continued to seep from the cut. "Here hand me your shirt,"


I looked at her in wonder, but did as she told. "What are you doing on the East side? Who sent you?" I handed her the torn shirt, which she wrapped around my arm. "What's your name..." Before I could say any more, I found myself fainted on the ground.


I licked the blood off my finger tips and lay next to him, knowing there was no way I would be able to pick him up without hurting him or myself.

I brushed the hair from the man's face, wishing he would awaken. I couldn't stay here forever, and the cut was only getting worse. I licked it a little, praying he wouldn't bleed himself to death. Everything was so dark now, I could hardly see. Finally, unable to help myself, I sucked the cut a little more.

I kept my eyes closed, hoping she would not realize I was faking to see how long she would stay. She sucked hard on my wound, which oddly felt wonderful, in a weird sense of the word. She released her mouth for a moment, as if to listen to my thoughts. "You can keep going, you know,"

I looked up, seeing he had awoken. "That's alright," I wiped my mouth. I helped him up and we went for a walk, while he proceeded to stare at me for whatever reason.

We walked slowly, neither of us with much to say. "Come with me," I finally said, "I can take you back to the safe house," I looked at his shirtless chest, noticing how muscular he was.

"Safe house?" I thought about it. I knew there were clubhouses and a few tunnels made in the Eastern side by the Westerns, but I had no idea there was a safe house, or anything of that sort. It must be new. "I suppose," I noticed she was shivering and gave back the trench-coat she had put me in when I had "fainted". "Sure," I looked down into her eyes, which met mine slowly.

"Yes, it wouldn't be safe to go around with an injury like that until the raid is over," He looked at me as if every word I said came out of the bible, or something. I lead him back to the safe house, noticing that Al's light was off, she was probably asleep.

We tiptoed into the house slowly, and I noticed that the door was unlocked, some safe house. As we entered Nathaniel was on the staircase. "This is..." I paused, realizing I had never acquired his name.

"Asher," I glared at the man, slightly, seeing that he so much as looked at Dawn angered me. I knew his type. He wore a suit with the buttons undone and looked like he desperately needed a female with him at all times. "I don't need to stay, really,"

I grabbed him by his good arm. "Yes you do. Nathaniel is there an extra room for Asher?" I had a feeling there wasn't, and knew what that meant. Asher released his arm from my grip and placed it on my back.

"If you insist,"