The sound of the pan hitting the creature rang out in the kitchen, as did its shriek of pain, and I was sure it would bring people running to help us. We didn't need help, though. My chest surged with warmth and pride even as I took the opportunity to dart for the cabinet with the knives. The spear was just too far away for either of us to reach, but maybe I could draw the monster away with my break from Eddie.

It worked better than I had anticipated. The creature leapt to its feet and grabbed for me as I passed, sharp nails raking my calf and tearing through my jeans. Blood welled up in the wounds, the pain sharp and burning, but I kept going. I couldn't stop.

My hands closed around the handles of the cabinet and I yanked, trying to bust it open. Behind me I could hear the creature screeching at me, grabbing at my pants, yanking me back. All I could do was hope Eddie had taken the opening.