Tsk
How foolish can I be?
My last class ended hours ago, and since I've been keeping my grades up, I'm walking alone to my apartment on the eerily quiet street. Well, not exactly silent, save for the occasional blasting of car horns, and the cool night's breeze was kissing my face.
"I'm really dumb for doing this,"
I grumbled, kicking the dust as I casually walked through the night.
Exhaling loudly, I puffed my cheeks, calmly walking down the slope of the concrete.
But that calm faltered when I heard something, a distant howl.
Must be me hallucinating, I chuckled nervously.
"Must be all those werewolf stories getting to me."
I rubbed my forearms, regretting why I didn't grab my coat before leaving for school this morning.
I continued my trek, regretting once again why I didn't follow my usual route to my apartment.
This time, it was closer than the last,
AWOOO!!!
I froze.
Yup, I'm definitely hallucinating.
I huffed, walking once again with stiff shoulders and a straighter spine.
I can't afford those "who's there" or "hello, anyone out here?" lines in most horror movies I've seen; I can't risk doing shit like that.
I quickened, wishing I had taken the shorter route home.
I mentally pulled on my red hair
AWOOO!!!
It was undeniably closer now.
Okay, I regret not going home early.
I didn't think, didn't pause, I ran, no, RAN! Sprinted, galloped, dashed.
I think I read TOO much werewolf fiction, I'm running mad!
"fuck-" I croaked before I was slammed against the brick walls of the dark alley, HARD.
I didn't feel, didn't sense, heck, I didn't even see anyone behind me. But I was pulled into the dark alley, a big manly hand covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming, and the other on my tiny waist.
I panicked so hard I almost peed myself, almost.
My eyes were as wide as tennis balls, but I couldn't see his face. Only his golden eyes.
*
After he was sure that I wouldn't scream, he let go of me.
My breathing ragged as I slid down the wall, taking off my backpack.
"u-um, l-listen, I... don't have much, just my phone and some books and tampons and-" I stuttered, rushing out every word I could as I frantically rummaged through my bag.
"I-i'm a poor girl, I-"
"mate,"
I froze for a couple of seconds, "huh?!"
"Mate," he repeated, his voice deep and raspy, crouching down to be eye level with me.
I flinched, leaning more into the wall, trying to create more space between us. It was useless.
He leaned closer, bringing his face to my neck.
A small whimper escaped my throat when I felt the tip of his nose graze my skin.
"What... what are you doing?" My voice came out softer than intended.
The only response I got was a groan, then he quickly pulled away, bringing his warm hand to my neck and...
Everything went black.
her head lolling forward as he knocked her out, gently picking her petite frame and throwing her on his shoulder, her bag in hand, and they both disappeared into the night.