What I've Done CH3 The Battle

The man at the front of the neighborhood gives me 6 pounds of wood for mom's 20 dollars. That's a fair deal. I trudge home when more snow begins to fall. I stop to yell to the heavens, "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! I just wanna go home…" the street lights flicker off. PER-FECT, "ARE YOU REALLY DOING THIS TO TICK ME OFF!?"
"I find it actually quite funny." I freeze.  One streetlight turns on, revealing a husky figure covered in a black cloak. A second figure spawns from behind.
The second whispers to the first, "That's some nice firewood."
"You're not getting any!!" I shout, defending my wagon.
They chuckle, "not THAT firewood." They creep closer but the icy wind blows back their hoods revealing monstrous, bloody, purple disgust. I open my mouth to scream but they're quicker to cover it. I flail my arms and kick my legs in attempt to free myself, but they push my face to the snow-caked pavement and pin back my arms and legs.
Then I hear a chuckle.
"Don't you think harassment of little girls in the middle of the road is a little… cliché?" another figure hops down from a lamppost. That kind of jump would've broken my leg or arm, yet… he glided down like a majestic red bird. He comes under our light, "what could such a pretty face have done to you?" he jokes.
"Back off, Larten, this is OUR kill." Black cloak number one jumps to his feet.
"Wanna bet?" red coat gambles his life and mine now. All the street lights are out and I am thrown across the road, I land beside a fire hydrant.
They fight it out but I can't see… there's no light, only noises. Snapping, skidding, growling and grunting. A dark shadow lands beside me, it isn't the red coat they called Larten though. This boy looks too young. "Who are you? You're not one of the bad guys are you?" I whisper
"No, I'm not. I'm on your side." He slips something into my hand. The handle of the wagon, "come on." He helps me to my feet and we race down the hill back to my house.
"Not on my watch!!" the black cloak shouts and he leaps into the air and pounces on me. I yelp in pain.
"Let her go!" Larten shouts and he grabs his hood and throws him into the backyard of Mr. Jenkins's yard. Quickly he regains himself and bounds over the gate. He releases a battle cry and leaps for the red coat. He crouches over me to defend my nimble shaking body.
We're both going to die here.
A whoosh comes from over head and lands on the head of the hideous black coat. An arrow, I realize.
"Damn vampanese." The other boy curses, "I thought there were two of them."   
"There were, the other one fled." He gets up off me and dusts off the snow. "Nice work with the streetlights, Darren. Keeping it all an illusion, eh?"
"Yep," He stretches his arms nonchalantly, and then he looks at me. I'm too scared to even get up, hey extends his hand, I take his arm.
"Th-thank you…. for saving my life…" I whisper, shaking the snow out of my scarf. Darren smiles in return.
The cold wagon handle meets my hand again, "This was rolling away." Larten says.
I shiver, "thank you too." He hands me my hat, I blush, "Must've flown off." I put it back on.
"You can't tell anyone what happened tonight." Darren states, he looks to his 'master', "Crepsley, she needs an alibi."
"What's the plan-?"
Larten presses into my neck, I topple over and pass out.
"She's not allowed an alibi; she's not allowed to know this night existed."
The last words replay over and over.
Larten Crepsley and Darren Shan saved my life that night.
I wasn't allowed to know, but that doesn't me I can't remember.