Alice had herself, Sara, Penny, and Betty move the bookcase back in front of the open doorframe.  They then moved a heavy hope chest in front of it, putting a heavy safe on top of that.  The bookcase by the window would be harder to get through than an open doorframe, but Alice still had them move a table in front of the bookcase so it would be harder to knock over.  They also stacked a few chairs on top of that just to add as much weight as possible.

            Finally, they moved the gunrack to the corner where Uncle Paul lay prone so that they’d have more loaded guns at arm's reach.  As he lay there, his neck still bruised, Uncle Paul grunted, holding out his hand palm up.  Alice understood and took a pistol from the rack, giving it to him.  He grasped it in his hand, nodded to her, and Alice nodded back.

            Finally, they planted themselves in the corner, guns at the ready.  Alice and Penny held their rifles while the three elders had pistols, and all of them kept their eyes on the barricaded window and door.  Alice could practically sense the fear written on everyone’s faces.  She kept it hidden, but she was as afraid as everyone else.  Ryan’s dead body lying in the far corner of the room didn’t help matters much, and Alice tried not to look at it.

            At that moment, Alice heard glass breaking throughout the house.

            “They’re coming,” said Penny, her breathing strained.

            “Stay calm,” said Alice. “They aren’t here to kill us.  That gives us an advantage.”

            Someone broke the window behind the bookcase, making Penny jump.

            “Steady,” said Alice.

            Something knocked hard against the bookcase by the window, shaking it.  A minute later, something slammed against the other bookcase.  All five of the Hayes's family members gripped their guns tightly as the intruders tried to break in.  The bookcase by the window moved slightly, showing a narrow view of a sledgehammer smashing into it.  The hammer was pulled back, and then it struck the bookcase again.

            On the other side of the room, the bookcase in front of the doorframe also moved slightly.  It was darker there, but Alice could just barely see people moving behind the bookcase.  Judging by the sound, they were also using a sledgehammer.

            Finally, the bookcase by the window opened up just enough for a man to climb in.  Alice didn’t even take a moment to look at him as she fired.  The man screamed and fell back, but another one took his place immediately.  Alice’s mother shot this time, but now the bookcase by the door showed someone trying to slip in.  Penny shot that man, and they all kept shooting anyone they could see.  When Alice ran out of ammo, she just dropped the gun, grabbed another loaded rifle from the rack, and kept firing.  When the others ran out, they shouted, “I’m out,” and Alice passed them one.  Alice just kept an eye on her Uncle, and they all had to get a new gun at least once.

             This went on for a few minutes, men trying to climb in only to be shot by the Hayes family.  It was unnerving seeing these men jump recklessly into the room, heedless of their own safety, but Alice kept her focus on the task at hand.  For a moment, it seemed like they’d be able to hold them off, but then the intruders did something that made Alice’s blood freeze.  Men came into the room carrying someone else over them.  Alice realized they were using men they’d shot previously as shields.  She and her family kept shooting, and while some of the bullets got all the way through, it now took four or five shots to take one of them down.  This meant that the men both got farther into the room, and more of them got inside at once.

            “Alice,” said Penny, worried.

            “Aim for the legs!” Alice shouted.

            On a certain level, Alice knew it was a desperate move.  Shooting the leg wasn’t as easy as one would think.  Not only were they thinner targets than a torso, but they were also constantly moving.  Just as Alice feared, it still took multiple shots from each of them before they could hit the men's legs as they advanced, two at best but sometimes as much as five.  Even when they hit someone’s legs, the men just fell to the floor screaming, and they had to fire another shot to put them down for good.  It just took too long to do this, and Alice was running out of rifles.

            Soon there were about five men in the room, and they were almost on top of them.  Alice realized they needed a different approach.  It was desperate, but when Alice ran out of ammo in her current rifle, she pulled a pair of pistols instead.  They were better for close combat.

            “Cover me,” she said.

            “Alice!” said Sara.

            Alice ran forward, reaching around a dead body to shoot the man with a pistol.  He cried out and fell as Alice ran to the next man.  This one tried to reach out and grab her arm, but he couldn’t move quickly while carrying a corpse, so Alice was able to move out of reach easily and shoot him down.  The three other men in the room turned to her but exposed themselves to the Hayes family in the corner, who shot them down.

            Unfortunately, more men had entered the room by them.  Alice shot a few more of them like this, reaching around the corpses to shoot them.  However, it was then that both bookcases were knocked down completely, crashing to the floor and letting even more people inside.  Several went for Alice while the others went, all of them using corpses as shields. Again, Alice did her best, shooting men around the corpses with her pistols.  The other Hayes family members shot the legs of anyone that got close, but more and more men entered the room.

To make matters worse, as Alice kept darting around and shooting, both of her pistols clicked on empty.

            “No,” Alice cried in frustration, throwing the pistols and grabbing the wooden stake at her belt.  She was able to stab one of the men and quickly turned to stab another, but at that moment, another man reached out and grabbed her arm.  Alice felt a few hands grab her as men ditched the dead bodies they carried.  As Alice struggled, she saw other men grab the guns from the others.  There were just too many of them.

            “Get your hands off…” Alice started, but then her head spun as something hit her in the back of the head.

Her vision went blurry as she fell, the wooden stake falling from her hand and clattering away, the tip still covered in blood.  Down there, Alice saw men grabbing her family by the neck and dragging them away.  Even her uncle, his neck bruised, was grabbed by his arms and legs and carried off.  Moments later, hands grabbed Alice and lifted her.

            Alice found herself supported under her shoulders by two men as her feet dragged across the floor.  She tried to get her bearings, but he had trouble thinking through her throbbing head.  She vaguely realized they were taking her to the front door and tried to struggle, but her efforts were weak.  Someone walking next to her also cleaned off the remnants of garlic powder still clinging to Alice’s wrists.

            Soon she was out the front door as the men put her on her knees in the grass.  They lined up all the Hayes family next to her with Penny and Aunt Betty on her left with Paul and Alice’s mother on her right.  Each of them had men holding their arms and keeping hands on their shoulders so they couldn’t move.

            And as Alice lifted her head, her vision just beginning to clear, she saw a vampire standing before her, his dark grey skin wrinkling as he bared his fangs.  To her left and right, Alice saw a vampire standing before each member of her family.  All of them had their fangs bared as their red eyes gleamed hungrily.

            “No,” said Alice, struggling to no avail. “No.  Get away from us.  Let us go!”

            Alice, along with all members of the Hayes family that could still speak, shouted and screamed as they tried to get away.  Only Uncle Paul barely moved, still weak from his inability to breathe.  It was pointless.  None of them could break free from the men holding them down.  As one, the vampires moved towards the Hayes family.

            “No!” Alice cried, struggling. “No!”

            As one the Vampires knelt before the Hayes Family, grabbed their hair to keep their heads from moving, and ripped at their shirts, revealing their necks.  Alice’s blouse was already torn, and when the vampire before her saw the cross around her neck, he hissed.  Alice, her eyes wide with fear, watched him rip the cross from her neck and toss it away. Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the other vampires sinking their fangs into her family’s necks.

            “No,” she said, her voice a whimper.

The vampire bit into her neck, and Alice cried out in pain as the fangs sunk into her flesh.  She struggled in vain to pull herself away, but the men held her in a vicelike grip.  She could feel the blood flowing from the wound in her neck but was helpless to stop it.

            And then Alice felt something strange, a sort of pressure on her mind pushing her to stop struggling.  It whispered to be still, be calm, to relax, even as the sharp pain in her shoulder remained.  Soon she went limp, her eyes glassy as the men holding her arms suddenly let go of her.  She vaguely knew that nothing was stopping her from running now, and yet she felt like weights were tied to her limbs, making it impossible to move.

            Finally, the vampire pulled away, blood staining his lips.  All five vampires hid their true forms now, looking like the impossibly beautiful people from before.  The vampire in front of Alice showed a handsome young man with blonde hair and broad shoulders who looked no older than eighteen wearing a jacket and jeans.  The only imperfection Alice noted was the blood on his lips, but that didn’t last long.  The vampire’s long, inhuman tongue came out and circled his mouth, cleaning every drop of blood in one swipe.  The tongue disappeared, and the impossibly handsome man put his hand under Alice’s chin to raise her eyes to his.  Now his eyes were a bright, vibrant blue that threatened to draw Alice into them.

            It took every ounce of willpower for Alice just to look away.

            The vampire laughed, “Still some fight in you.  That’s cute.   Follow me.”

            The vampire turned and walked away, and Alice felt herself get up and walk without meaning to.  She felt like a puppet on strings, some outward force compelling her to obey the Vampire’s words.  Feeling dazed, Alice noticed that the others were following the vampires that had bitten them as well, all except for Alice’s mother and Uncle.  Both Sara Hayes and Uncle Paul seemed to have passed out, and two vampires carried them in their arms.  Alice tried to muster up the will to do something other than follow this monster but found herself unable to do so as her head swam.