Fight By My Side

I sat in the middle of our den, staring at the wall. Hey, it was the most exciting thing I could do at this time! The boys were still fast asleep, although it was already the afternoon. I had offered to stay up while the rest took a nap. The ache of the procedure was reduced to a dull reminder. I could almost feel the pull of my muscles knitting together and beginning the self healing process.

A knock awoke me from the motionless state I was in. It was insistent and echoing. Who could it be?

I wandered upstairs cautiously, locking the doors behind me in case of the worst scenario. I hid the key in the pocket of my black athletic shorts. Today I had an A Day To Remember shirt on. But what did it matter if I was about to have my face blown off by a Guardian?

I took the stairs silently until I was right under the trap door. The locks reflected the shine of the lights in the hallway. The knocking had fallen silent until it started once more. A sharp sound echoed as whispering ensued.

"It's Ronnie! Let me in!" He whisper screamed. Could it really be Ronnie? He kept repeating it, growing increasingly frustrated and exhausted. After he started to curse, it confirmed that it was the raven boy.

Unlocking the door, I pushed it open. Ronnie tumbled down the stairs, bearing a grumpy frown.

"You couldn't have opened it any sooner?" He asked wearily. I took the key out and unlocked the door, letting him into the actual part of the Sanctuary. I apologized and gave Ronnie Radke a glass of water. He sat down in the recliner, already at home.

"What did you need?" I asked him with annoyance lingering in my voice.

"Oh yes! I came to warn you of an intruder. It was some boy and he was carrying some sort of cat." Ronnie noted as I sat up straighter.

"What did he look like?" I questioned. The stitches on my arm itched as I thought about vengeance.

"Hmm...About six feet tall, messed up brown hair, and awkwardly thin." Radke describe. I stood up. I don't care that Jack told me that Shifting might open up my wound again. I don't care that I would murder someone without provocation. I just don't care right now.

I lusted for sweet, sweet blood on my fangs.

"He seemed to be traveling pretty quickly and carrying an injured cat. He might want help." Ronnie pointed out as I threw on my sweatshirt in preparation for the cold winds and possible rain. My thoughts were only on taking out the boy who took my trust and threw it away. I didn't answer Ronnie.

"Um, Wynter? What are you going to do?" He asked me curiously. I stared back at him, the lust for blood growing.

"I'm going to tear out his throat and sink my claws into his heart." I laughed darkly. Ronnie's eyes widened as he held up his hands. The brown chair leaned back as he kicked up his legs.

"Hey, I won't stop you." He took a sip of water as I stormed outside, slamming the door behind me.

Crawling up out of the trapdoor, I left it wide open. I should be back quickly. Starting out at a run, I ignored the spikes of pain in my arm. Austin better watch out.

Notes

Uh oh.....Wynter's on a killing streak!

What will happen?! O.O