Hello guys! So before you kill me because I'm writing a new story instead of updating my old ones (Which yes -.- I know I have to keep writing!) I must admit that I did not plan this story. This story is actually my English creative homework. I only had to add the night world style ;) But yeah, this is actually my homework :)

I own the plot, the situation, the story, the idea, but not the characters or the Night World.

Anyway.

Hope you like it :)

Note: This story might not have a happy ending. If you do not enjoy suspense do not read ;)

Sweet Night

I couldn't believe what had happened to me yesterday. And today I was finally allowed to think about it since the police finally left me alone.

Mary-Lynnette was in her room lying in her bed after a long and tired journey. She had finally been allowed to go home and rest, but her mind wouldn't do it. No. She couldn't stop thinking about those Deep black eyes that had been looking at her. Over her table lied her police statement, she knew that they would ask her for it, but something inside her was telling her not to. She closed her eyes and stood up and grabbed her statement, just to read it once again.

"Everything started near 4 pm when my best friend Maggie Neely called me to inform me that the money she had the money she had borrowed some days before. I didn't want to have it back because I knew that It would mean a lot of boring work to do and I was having fun on Facebook, but I didn't have an option so I went out to get my money back.

Maggie gave it to me and we talked for while. After that I had to make my way back home with my money only to find out my step mother, Claudine, would not let me in before I put that money safe in the bank. -.- Joy.

I made all my way back again but towards the bank. Once I got there I was truly considering the idea of giving the money back to Maggie and forgetting about it; the bank waiting line was huge!

I was standing there thinking how I couldn't feel my legs anymore when a shooting noise burst out of nowhere. My legs gave away and I found myself covering my head with my arms and on the floor like everybody else. Someone screamed but nobody moved. Suddenly three men dressed in black, covered faces and pointing guns at everybody burst out throw the doors. One of them was screaming directions to the others two, but all of them kept on pointing at us. I looked around and nobody was moving or apparently breathing, except for a little man trying to get himself under his desk. Another shot rang out and the little man screamed in pain. I covered my ears and realized how the leader had noticed the little man trying to press an alarm. My heart stopped and I felt extremely scared, that little man had been perfectly unharmed 5 seconds ago! I turned to look at him and noticed his shoulder bleeding; the bullet must have caused some damage because even though he was trying to stop his screams, he looked perfectly conscious and able to move.

The leader started talking to us, but I seriously couldn't listen to him. I was too shocked and scared. The two men returned and started talking between themselves; their guns never leaving us. I couldn't quite understand what the conversation was about, but I heard two names, "Thierry" and "Hunter". The rest of the conversation was complicated and I couldn't follow it, but the leader said something about "not happy" and "Full of vermin".

A thousand things crossed my mind at the moment, and I remembered how people always say that your life flashes in front of your eyes when you are going to die. I mentally slapped myself for those stupid thoughts and focused on the three men with the guns.

Just when I thought we would all be dead soon, a siren was audible. The three men started moving fast guns still pointing at us the three of them started coming closer to us and the guns could almost touch some of us while they walk between us. I saw the leader coming close to where I was and I looked at the floor. The sirens were closer now but not here yet. The leader stopped on the man in front of me who happened to be one of the bank's guardians. The old white hair man looked scared and tired as if he knew that the worst could happen to him. I looked up and focused on him. The leader pointed his head with the gun and asked him a simple question "Where are the keys from the vaults that are beneath us ". He had an arrogant, lazy and hateful voice as if talking to the poor man was the most disgusting thing in the world. The man shook his head and answered "We don't have them. The owners keep those keys" His voice broke in the end of the sentence and I could see him slightly shaking but he didn't let the leader see the fear in him, but somehow he sensed him. Suddenly, out of nowhere one of the other men came from behind me and grabbed me forcing me to stand up. I didn't want to but the gun pointing at my head didn't give much of a choice.

"Now, let's start telling the truth grandpa'" He said on hateful voice "we don't want the young lady getting hurt, do we?" I met the old man's eyes and I could see the desperation on them. He probably had a granddaughter and could see her in me, because he looked at me in such a way that made a lump on my throat. "But it's true! We don't have the keys! The owners keep them!" desperation reaching his voice and the strong man holding me laughed. His laughed sent shivers to my body, but mostly fear, his laugh made me think of all the nights I had been walking alone and felt someone following me, that fear that tells you that something bad is about to happen to you and you must run away fast.

The sirens were close now, and the grip on my arm became stronger. The old man looked as if he was about to suffer a heart attack. "Come on Grandpa! We don't have the whole day!" the man that was holding me said again. The leader was looking at the old man and obviously waiting for a reaction. The old man looked desperate, and suddenly he lost control of himself, tears were running out of his eyes and I realized how old he must be, maybe near his 70. The leader laughed. And something inside me told me they were not the kind of robbers that would show mercy. The sirens were really close; they would be here in about 3 minutes. The poor man tried to talk again but failed when his sobs became uncontrollable. That broke my heart and I lost it. I didn't cry but act on what could have been foolish if they hadn't been too shocked from my actions. "Leave him alone! It's obvious he is saying the truth!" I said. That's when the leader looked at me and I met his eyes. He had light brown eyes that suddenly looked black! I thought I my mind had probably playing games with me, he held me look for a while and something inside me reacted. I can't explain what was it, but suddenly the leader's eyes changed and looked purple, then green and then dark blue. I cannot explain how that was possible but it's what I saw! His eyes showed pure shock at the situation. Nobody moved or said anything, we were all statues. I feared for my life but something inside me told me he was not going to hurt me. Suddenly breaking the situation the man that was missing came rushing. "Forget it Redfern, we have to go! They don't have the key!". The leader broke away and pushed the old man back to the floor. The guy that was holding me dropped me to the floor too; I was too shocked by all this. My gaze followed them again. "Careful, nobody moves now. We are leaving. If you do one move, someone will end up hurt, are we clear?" The leader said. The three of them started taking direction towards the back where probably they'll find an emergency door. Nobody moved, the three men took direction towards the exit guns still pointing at us, and before leaving, the leader met my gaze once again. He looked closely with hate but curiosity. With that he closed the door and left.

Nobody moved. We didn't know if they'll come back. Outside we could hear movement and a few seconds later the police arrived. They saw us alone and helped us. We all reacted. Some women started crying desperately victims of panic, some men started making calls. I stood up and went to see the old man. He looked a bit nervous but relieved, when he saw me sitting next to him to check if he was alright, He grabbed my hands and said "My dear girl, I'm so sorry for what you had to experience" I shook my hands and tears fell off my eyes, emotion took over me and I hugged him. He was already crying silently "My dear girl, my dear girl, if I just had just known the answer, but they don't tell us anything" he said, I tried to calm him down telling him that it was okay, that I didn't need any explanation "I've never understood any of it, I only know that they are called 'The Night World'"

Sorry, I know how much some of you hate me for ending most of my stories on a cliff. But hey! it's all about the business and my style ;)

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And if you can guess who the three men were, I'll dedicate the next chapter for you and I'll send you cookies ;)

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Sweet Night B*tches ;)