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    The One Who Cared

    My old yellow car was already packed and ready to go with all my stuff and a box with Jenny’s clothes. She didn’t have much and most of it was probably stolen.

    "So where we goin?" Jenny asked smiling.

    "I don’t know, this city would have been perfect but I guess I’ll try California or something," I said.

    "Ooo try West Hollywood, it’s sex central," Jenny said, "a perfect place for someone like you to…what do you call it feed?"

    "Okay maybe Kentucky," I said.

    "Kentucky??" Jenny said incredulously.

    "I don’t wanna kill anybody!" I said.

    I heard footsteps coming from the alley behind us and I turned around and saw the man I had seen earlier and a tall woman with long brunette hair and green eyes. I immediately noticed the police badges on their belts.

    "Shit coppers! Run!" Jenny cried.

    Before I could even move I saw the woman take a weird stance and whistle out towards me. I actually saw her whistle distorting the air before I heard a loud whining sound in my ear that made both Jenny and I fall to the floor in excruciating pain.

    A grey van suddenly pulled up in front of my car and the two cops ran toward us. The brunette whose whistle had disabled us hurriedly opened the door, and the man carried me easily into the van and climbed in behind me.

    "Tina!" I heard Jenny cry as they closed the door and we drove away from her. In the window I saw Jenny weakly standing up and pointing her phone towards the van.

    I was brought back to my situation when I felt cold chains closing around my wrists. "Who the hell are you?" I spat.

    "That’s the question I should ask you," the tall man said in a low voice.

    "And what are you?" I asked the brunette woman.

    "I’ll tell you if you tell me what you are?" The brunette answered.

    "I honestly cannot answer that question," I said.

    "What?" The man said incredulously, "you don’t know?"

    "No! I have no idea!" I cried.

    The man sighed in frustration. "Take it easy Donovan," the brunette said to him.

    He let out what sounded like a low growl but it didn’t sound like a manly growl, he actually sounded like a wolf. "I know you’re lying!" He growled, "there’s no way you could have done what you did to that guy without knowing what you are? What clan do you belong to?"

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