Young Writers Society

Logan froze, his fingers hovered over the book. He swirled around when he heard noise, like whoever this person-- if they even were that-- was coming back.

Remus had merely forgotten something, and tensed when he saw Logan looking over the book. “…what are you doing?” He didn’t really feel like fighting right now, he was tired. Hopefully this was nothing.

Logan paused, then said, “Nothing. Just leaving.”

"...you didn't read anything, did you?" He didn't mean to sound threatening, but...

“No, I didn’t. That’s the front door, right?” He asked, pointing to the door behind the man.

“Yup. Uh… have a good day or whatever.” Remus scratched his neck awkwardly.

“Alright…” Logan said quietly, walking past him and opening the door. He began to walk out into the sun, then suddenly turned and yanked the man’s arm into the sun.

Remus’s eyes widened, as he hissed and closed his eyes. “OW OH MY GOD-“ Ouch, that burned. Stupid human, stupid him… why did he leave that book open?

Logan gasped and let go, turning and bolting into the woods.

Remus cursed, getting back inside. He panted, looking for his burn cream. There was no point in going after Logan; he couldn’t risk getting hurt.

Logan ran for a long time. That was a vampire. A vampire!

{…so uh- how’s this story gonna work, cuz now Logan’s running away-}

{that’s a good question that I do not have an answer to…}

{shoot- uh- maybe Logan ends up getting attacked and he ends up running back to the house?}

{Sure!}