My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate novel Chapter 43

A loud, piercing scream echoes through the the air, startling me, and I think I felt Annabelle jump, or maybe it was me.

  What is happening?

"What the hell was that?" I ask Annabelle, trying to keep my voice from shaking. The sound of confusion and panic creeps into my ear as I heard more anguished shouts and screams. The hair at the back of my neck pricks up and I shudder. Annabelle looks at me with a unreadable expression and I stare back at her with terrified eyes. She doesn't look scared, to say the least. The first scream sounded like one that belonged to a child, and the rest other adults and more kids, which made my mind and thoughts more frantic.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Annabelle states as she grabs onto my hand, her cold skin touches mine, and I wince under her strength. "Liam's going to kill me for this." She mutters under her breath while she pulls me by my single hand to the backyard where the source of the scream probably is. The backyard is shadowy, regardless of the string of bulbs that are stretched across the entire yard, and the lights of course, from the house. As we approach the centre of the yard, which was once filled with laughing children and parents, I see a person lying on the floor, motionless. I hear the echoes of other people, who are invisible for now, but the yard is otherwise silent and eerie. Tables are knocked over and party decorations are scattered all about on the ground. The abandoned food of the patrons of the party is all over the place, on the ground and on the other tables that were not knocked over. A cold chill runs over my stomach and I internally shiver.

Annabelle rushes over to the person lying on the floor and I see her kneel on the grassy ground as soon as she reaches the person. "It's a child, female. She's dead." The words that stumbled from Annabelle's mouth sent panic and pain into my heart and I felt my eyes burning followed by hot, dripping tears colliding on my shirt as I stared at the pale face of the dead child. Annabelle had already gotten up from off of the ground and was staring into thin air, thinking.

Who could do such a thing? The child, a girl, was laying on her side, motionless and stiff and cold. Dead. She is dead.

I notice two distinct holes at the girl's neck that seemed to look like teeth marks and show them to Annabelle. "The vampire sucked her dry." Annabelle states flatly, as if that should explain everything. It doesn't.

  I get up from the ground with my heart still pounding. Vampire?

Annabelle spoke again. "Vampires don't have the best relationships with werewolves. Some of them are vile, cold blooded creatures. I don't think I have to explain the rest of that story." She sighs and grabs onto my hand again. "Let's go, I need to get you out of here. If I let you stay here one more minute, Liam will-" Her words were cut off by  intentionally loud footsteps that made my ears prick up and my heart start to race.