Ashley

I sat in the car, tears spilling inconspicuously and the cycle of mourning replaying over and over in my head. The sadness that I felt had gotten to the point where I began to replay every happy moment I ever had with anyone and think of all the negative things that they could've possibly been. Like my outings with Sam, as short as they may have been, did he like me all along? I mean he never said it outright. Then I convinced myself it was a one-way stream. Not the best thing to do in a car driven by a reckless sixteen-year-old splash of colour. 

We got out of the car and I stood in front of a cabin-like house, looking at the countless planks of wood that held it together. I thought about every tree that sacrificed itself for it's standing. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw stuffed bears staring at me involuntarily. I jumped intimidated then regained courage. I mean who needed heads on sticks right?

We burst through the door, soon to be met by the barking of a dog. My heart warmed at the sound. I was always a lover of dogs until they became less normal around Santa Carla. No one wanted their pet getting eating by vamps I suppose. A husky came towards us, me specifically. It travelled around my legs, tickling every piece of skin with it's groomed fur. I stooped down to stroke it until everyone travelled upstairs. 

"Take him outside Sam" Michael ordered straining with Star's weight. 

It looked like a highly suspicious scene, and the fact we could've got caught any minute was evident on Sams' face. Michael, of course, carried Star upstairs and Edgar carried Laddie. I felt sorry for Laddie, his whole childhood swiped away from him just because of a creature's way of living. I mean we kill animals, so why hate things that kill humans, our life is as valuable as theirs right? 

Our boots and sneakers made crashes on the stairs. It was like an African drum banging culturally. The music stopped when a voice appeared from behind me. 

"Michael"

We all halted turning to look behind us. Right in front of me was an elderly man with a bandana wrapped lazily around his head. Edgar of future right? He wore a loud shirt with a white one underneath, I guess the vibrancy runs in the family. He looked like a character, to say the least, must've been Sam's grandpa that he spoke so fondly about. 

"Do you know the rule of filling up the car with gas when you take it without asking?" He asked scornfully. 

"No grandpa" Michael gulped holding an unconscious girl in his arms still. Our mouths all agape at his disregard.

"Well, now you do" He continued satisfied nodding his head, his ponytail going with it. He disappeared out of sight into what I could perceive as a kitchen. We all shared a look before hurrying upstairs once more. 

Rooms and rooms met my eyes but it was all a smudge due to the velocity I was going. We soon went into a room with weights, a stereo and music posters that I could recognise due to my fondness of music. Echo And The Bunnymen was one that gripped my eye first. 

Sam glided around the corner frenzying a little as I meandered around Michael room (or so I suspected it was). His still drenched and dirty blue jacket made me sick to my stomach. You would've thought they'd have the respectability to clean right. 

"We totally blew plan A" Sam said to everyone but especially Edgar and Alan, he daren't look at me yet.

 I felt like a social outcast. Why was I even here in the first place? I would've been much safer if not! Oh, let's try and get Ashley out of danger by creating more of it by murdering one of the killers! 

"Time to activate plan B!" Alan announced backing away from Star and Laddie on the bed and Michael on the floor. His stake pointing at them showed his uncertainty of the whole situation. 

"What's Plan B?" Sam asked while I half stared at the walls turning away from the whole thing. I wished I could've turned away from the conversation and the house and this life but that was sort of impossible at this stage. Plus they were blocking the door. 

"We don't have one yet! We only have two and a half hours to come up with one" Edgar yelled while exiting the room. Alan still pointing his weapon nervously. 

"Why, what's in two hours?" Sam rushed yelling to Edgar halfway across the hall already. He still filled the doorway accompanying Alan who was trying to follow his brother without getting eaten by unconscious half-vampires still. 

"The sun will go down, they'll be looking for us!" Edgar responded his voice faint yet still making me jump with shame and anger. 

I chewed my nails as I thought the door shut so I turned around. I was met with the sorry eyes of Sam Emerson. If he hadn't been so reckless, then I would've complimented them. If. He gave me a melancholy look. 

"Ashley" He rustled holding the door half closed almost as if he didn't want to neglect me, but we all knew that wasn't valid. Alan's camouflaged hand clutched the tantalising traitor pulling the door with him. I was stuck in a room with passed out people. 

Phenomenal.