It was just past midnight when her eyes violently snapped open. She looked around to see what had startled her, but was surrounded by darkness. There was nothing, just the sound of her brother, Lucca, breathing as he lay there on the couch. Just before she laid her head back down, she heard it again. This time, it was louder than before. She got off the floor and stared down the hall. There was a light coming from her parent’s room, that suddenly flickered off. Sliding down the narrow hall, lined with moving boxes, she reached the edge of their door. She peeked her head in just in time to see her mother’s limp body thrown across the room, hitting the wall, and crashing to the floor with a huge thud. But there wasn't thud, no sound at all. Thinking she was going deaf she screamed as loud as she could. Hearing the faint echo, a look of relief came across her face but then turned into horror as her mind and eyes jumped back to her mother's lifeless body. Not caring who or what was in the room, she ran to her mother's side. Blood was pouring out of her neck and forehead. She quickly took her mother’s had in her own and checked for a pulse. There was nothing. No movement, no breathing---nothing. She screamed for her brother but nothing came out. It was like someone stole her voice in a matter of seconds. She turned her head just slightly to see a dark image leave the room. Tripping over her feet, she ran to the living room and stopped dead in her tracks. There, standing above Lucca, was a blonde haired, pale man about 6” 2’ and wearing a leather jacket. “Lucca!!! Get up!!” “He can’t hear you, so there’s no use straining that pretty little voice of yours,” the man said swiftly, catching her off guard. “Sh-shut up!!”
