This Can't Be Good

I showed him the way to my room, worrying that maybe his tall muscled form might find it difficult to squeeze round the narrow stairs. He seemed to manoeuvre it just fine because there were no sounds of trouble. In fact, I could sense him right behind me even though I couldn’t hear him move or breathe, which was actually creeping me out a little bit. It set me on edge, and after my recent light-headedness I didn’t need that.

I twisted the handle and pushed the door in, beginning to speak as I walked in.

“Hey guys, I just let Will in because it’s started to rain, and we want to hear your theories on -”

I broke off, gazing around my room. Willow and Meena were not in there. If they had been they would have known that it was raining, because the window was wide open and lashes of rain whipped the curtains and formed puddles across the floor, making the wooden boards slick and dangerous. Most of my books had tumbled off the shelves and some of the ornaments had fallen and smashed. I couldn’t bring myself to worry about them, although it felt like bile was rising in my throat.

“Oh God.”

This wasn’t good.

Without thinking I hurtled forward over to the window. My rubber-soled sneakers squeaked across the slippery floor and I slid, my legs shooting out in front of me so that I fell backwards. Before I could even brace myself for the impact of my head and shoulders hitting the ground William’s strong arms were catching me and immediately lifting me to my feet.

“Careful,” he warned, and he drew his sword out of the sheath in an expert motion. The swishing sound of the blade against the leather made me want to shiver. He moved around the room carefully examining everything.

I turned back to the window and walked over with much more care. I grabbed the edge of the sill for support and leaned out, looking down over the driveway. The fine mist of rain in the air falling to earth made everything blurred. Even with my new vision things were still a little bit indistinct.

I thought I could see three dark figures moving along the wall below, flattened so close against it that a human eye would think they were just darker parts of it. If it weren’t for the fact that their shapes were a denser black I might have missed them. They moved slowly and stealthily along the wall with inhuman grace. Willow and Meena were not among them.

I looked to the woods behind the house. The trees’ interlinking branches shaking in the wind made it difficult to discern any figures that might be moving between them.

I turned back into my room, closing the window slowly so as not to make a noise. The three things down at the base of my house might not be too pleasant - I was sure they were all too capable of scaling the wall in an instant.

The End

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