Young Writers Society

I never thought my life would end like this, I had always hoped I would die old and surrounded by my grandchildren. But instead I was going to die young, not even surrounded by my children - because I don't have any yet -and feeling scared and vulnerable. I hadn't even got to tell my family goodbye before death took them all, as it would with me soon, and now all I could think about was all the things I never got to do and all the places I never got to visit.

Pushing myself up off my back and brushing my messy brown hair out my eyes I tried to sit up and look around, the first thing I noticed was the lack of life in the room, and the amount of dead bodies around me. To my left was my baby brother, John, and next to him his twin sister Lucy. Pain and upset filled me as I looked at their tiny lifeless bodies, they weren't even one yet and there life had been brutally taken. To my right were my mother and father, both of their throats had chunks missing from where it had been ripped out, unlike John and Lucy's throats which both had two perfect puncture marks each. And behind my mother and father was my last family member, my sister Erin. Erin had always been my favorite family member, the one person I was inseparable from, she had only been five, which meant there was a twelve year age gap between us, and ever since she was born I had always enjoyed looking after her, dressing her and even braiding her hair on her very first day at school. Looking at Erin, everything that had happened finally sunk in and tears began to fall freely down my cheeks.

It had all started about an hour ago, just after I had arrived home from school, when we heard a knock at the back door. My mum had got up to answer it, curious at who would be knocking on the back door, especially as everyone usually came to the front door but even that was rare because we only had two neighbors and that was it for a few miles.

As my mother began to open the door a tall, well built man pushed past her and into our house followed by another man of similar build. Both men looked extremely alike and could have been brothers from their matching hair, both styled in a spiky fashion and both jet black, and from the dark colour of their eyes, which were too dark for me to decide on a specific colour. Also from the way they walked at such a brisk pace and from their paleness I could tell they weren't human, and they definitely weren't here for tea and biscuits nor were they here for a nice little chat, I could tell that whatever was about to happen wouldn't be good and that they were going to make sure of it. I looked towards my mother and father who were stood together by the now closed door holding each others hands, their faces mirroring each others fear. I expected them to say something,or for them to demand to know what these men were doing here but they just stood in silence. So I spoke, hoping to sound brave and in charge, but I'm not quite sure I managed it. " Excuse me! But who are you and what do you think you are doing here?" The first man took a step towards me raising his hand and expecting me to shake it. Not wanting to be rude I shook his hand but quickly removed mine from his, feeling shock over how cold his hand was, the man just laughed at me shaking his head as if I was a little child that had done something cute and funny, finally he stopped laughing and gestured over to the other man.

"This is James and I am Cole, and we are here because your father has failed to do the job that he promised to do and now we are here to make him pay, starting with your mother."

I must have blinked because when I looked at where the man - Cole - had been he was gone, So i swung my head to look at my mother and she was gone too. A loud laugh suddenly sounded from across the room and as I turned I saw Cole stood holding my mother in front of him, with her head tilted to the side exposing her throat. A scream escaped from my mouth as I watched him bite into her throat and rip a piece of her flesh off before again sinking his teeth into her skin and drinking her blood. Terror began to spread through my body and I frantically tried to decide what to do, I needed to escape. Suddenly I was sent flying across the room as the other man - James - threw me effortlessly across the room and into the wall. My head hit the wall and then a pointed piece of wood was thrown in my direction by my father.

What the hell was happening some freaks had just charged into our house and now one was latched onto my mothers throat, one had just effortlessly thrown me across a room and my father had just thrown me what looked like a stake.

But I didn't have time to worry about the abnormality of the situation because James had just landed in front of me. I scrambled across the floor to pick up the stake and grabbed it just before I was picked up by the hair. I managed to stop myself from screaming and instead plunged the stake into James' stomach, he let out a moan and dropped me to the floor before falling to the ground himself. Taking the opportunity to escape I ran across the room in search of the twins and Erin, the twins were no where to be seen but I found Erin curled up behind a curtain. "Erin where are the twins, are they upstairs?" She looked at me fear in her eyes and nodded. " Okay Erin I want you to run to the front door and get outside, and then run and find someone, anyone and get them to call the police. But no matter what you must not come back in here Okay?" She nodded and immediately ran in the direction of the front door, and I ran the opposite way towards the back door then through the kitchen and towards the stairs. I quickly climbed the stairs and raced into the twins room, finding them both asleep in their beds, there blonde hair messy and them both cuddling their blankets. Not worried about waking them I grabbed them both and hurried back down the stairs, just at the door when James stepped in front of me blocking my way.