My Combat Boots

I walked quickly down the dark sidewalk, my combat boots making barely any sound on the pavement. It was 11:00 at night and I just got back to Forks from the Seattle airport, where I came back from Italy. I pulled my black hoodie tighter around my arms. Damn, it's cold. As I was passing a pitch black alley, I heard a tiny gasp. I backed up a few steps and decided to take a peek inside the ominous alleyway. I can see better then most people; I have twenty-twenty vision and I am in the dark, so I can see like a cat. Once I looked inside the alley, I immediately regretted my dumb ass decision. I saw five unfamiliar boys apparently drinking a girl's blood. They would've been handsome, if it weren't for the blood running from their mouths. I put a hand on my mouth and nose, slowly backing out of the alley, being careful not to make a noise. After I was out, I ditched my bags and ran like a bat out of hell. (Read Prologue for the rest)

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1. Prologue

Prologue ---------- I walked quickly down the dark sidewalk, my combat boots making barely any sound on the pavement. It was 11:00 at night and I just got back to Forks from the Seattle airport, where I came back from Italy. I pulled my black hoodie tighter around my arms. Damn, it's cold. As I was passing a pitch black alley, I heard a tiny gasp. I backed up a few steps and decided to take a peek inside the ominous alleyway. I can see better then most people; I have twenty-twenty vision and I am in the dark, so I can see like a cat. Once I looked inside the alley, I immediately regretted my dumb ass decision. I saw five unfamiliar boys apparently drinking a girl's blood. They would've been handsome, if it weren't for the blood running from their mouths. I put a hand on my mouth and nose, slowly backing out of the alley, being careful not to make a noise. After I was out, I ditched my bags and ran like a bat out of hell. I took one look back and saw five shadows coming out of the alley, one of them pointing at me. I gasped and turned forward, right before I ran into a body. "Slow down, love. You could get hurt." I heard a deep voice say. It had a Chesire accent (I knew because I spent a vacation in Chesire). Hands gripped the tops of my arms and I knew my life was over. _____________________________________________________________________________
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