This is this part where I should tell you about my family, my aspirations, my love life, not to mention what I look like or the sheer fact my life seems to be a complete mess. But no, I’m here to tell you that all of that is at the bottom of my list of shit to do.

I exhale as I hide behind a building trying to squash my palm against my chest to stop the pounding of my heart, to no avail. I can do this! I tell myself over and over again. Control your breathing, you are in power of your body, the mind is a powerful thing. In and out. After a couple of minutes my heart starts to slow back to normal, I sigh in relief and check around the buildings wall I’m currently hid behind, the darkness of night takes over the alley, the streetlight not making a lick of difference. I shouldn’t be hiding. All I have to do is make it to the van and then I should be able to make it away scot free, the cold late-night air whips my pony tail into my face making me shiver, goosebumps appear all over my arms.

I push off the wall with my hands and run as fast as I can, I only have a couple of blocks until I can get to the van with our weapons in, my boots splash through puddles dampening my black combat pants controlling my breathing I push my legs faster, nearly there. My ears prick on a sound and makes my neck hairs stand on end. Run! My inner conscience shouts at me. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The passenger side of the van greets me as I speed around the corner, holding my fist with my left hand I crook my arm up and smash it through the passenger side window, placing my arm through I unlock the door and climb in and slide over the seat to the driver's side, glass cutting into my backside and the back of my thighs, exhaling I hot wire the car.

“Come On!” I shout as the engine roars under my foot. Pressing the button on the steering wheel, a ringing sounds through the speakers of the van. I push more into the gas with my foot. “You’ve reached Zeke’s phone. Leave a message after the beep.” I navigate around a sharp corner as the speakers sound off a beep.

“The one fucking time I need you to answer the phone and you don’t. It was a fucking ambush Zeke; it was a fucking set up. I barely made it out, everyone is dead......” I look in the rearview mirror and see that I'm not alone. My heart sinks, I'm screwed. “Zeke listen to me... I love you.” I say as glass shatters everywhere around my head, the driver's window smashed through. I try to swerve the car to shake them off but it has a mind of its own and flips.

My head whips back and forth as the van flips, my stomach revolts at the motion. Darkness descends at the corner of my eyes, something wet trickles down the side of my face.

I groan as the car finally stops when I’m upside down, everything hurts. my phone vibrates on the roof of the car, the sound echoing in the silent night. I stretch my arm out to grab a hold of it, my fingertips scraping against the edge. I still as the sound of crunching glass reaches my ears, I hold my breath and listen to the sound coming closer until boots come into view through the driver’s side window.

Blood runs into my eyes as a man crouches next to me, no not a man. A creature. His fangs glisten with blood, a predatory look takes over his face when he inhales, his sharp red eyes lock onto me. My phone has stopped vibrating but picks back up a couple of seconds later with a vengeance.

The vampire leans into the car and I flinch on instinct but he doesn't touch me, he grabs the phone answering it he places it next to his ear. “If it isn't the one and only Ezekiel Thorne.” he murmurs into the phone with a slight lisp.

I can slightly hear shouting from the other end.

While the vamp looks away smiling, I slowly grab a knife from its hold on my pants. “Don't you worry about Amira, she's a little tied up at the moment.” he laughs at his own joke. I quickly cut through the seatbelt and land roughly on my side as I've been trained. The vamps tsks behind me. I try to climb into the back of the van where the weapons are, as soon as I get partly way through the gap the vamp grabs my leg and drags me through the car, cutting my arms with even more glass, my fingerless gloves taking some of the brunt of it. “Get off me, arsehole!” I shout at him as I kick out with my free leg making contact with his thigh making him hiss at me. “It would seem your sister needs to be taught a lesson, Ezekiel.” I grunt as he backhands me, blood filling my mouth. Shouting fills the night air as the vamp puts my phone on speaker.

“Don't you touch her! I will kill you; I will make you my longest one yet.” my brother shouts through the phone. I laugh as the vamp slightly looks even more ashen, more so than usual until he recovers his features. “you're so fucked if he gets his hands on you.” I tell him.

My brother is the most feared hunter, all supernatural creatures try to stay of his path. He has never missed a kill and he can take days or even weeks to torture them. I remember one time after my first day out of training Zeke and I had been put on a mission together as he wanted to be there on my first hunting session, I got punched by a rogue wolf and saying Zeke got angry was an understatement, he took the wolf back to our compound and tortured him for two days. “we have other plans for your sister, bye for now Ezekiel.” he stomps on my phone and before I know it, he's in front of me “so much planned for you” he hisses and punches me in the face, darkness greets me.