Alesha had never been much of a runner. In high school she had been a bit faster than average when running the mile, but only a bit. Not enough to set any sort of record in her class, let alone in her school.
And definitely not fast enough to outrun werewolves.
Which was not a good thing... seeing as she was running from werewolves at the moment. Actually, it was only one werewolf but since Alesha was human... One werewolf was one too many to kill.
The only thing she had going for her was the trees. They blocked the werewolf's line of sight, and prevented it from going after her at full speed. A twig scratched her cheek as she ran through a particularly dense patch of trees. A thin trickle of blood began to run down her cheek, leaving a cruel line of red on otherwise attractive features.
A root seemed to appear in front of Alesha's next footfall and she tripped over it. She caught herself with her hands, and tried to get up. She couldn't. The root she had tripped over had somehow managed to trap her shoe between the root itself and the ground. She jerked her leg violently trying to free herself. No luck.
She tried again, even more desperately, but still couldn't get the root to release her foot. Desperation began to truly set in as she jerked her foot a third time and still could not free herself. She tried again. And again. On the fifth try her foot seemed to side effortlessly from the roots, but she had lost too much time. The werewolf was upon her.
A hairy hand grabbed her shoulder and flipped her over without ceremony. Alesha couldn't help but take in the details of the situation... After all, this might be the last thing she ever saw.
The werewolf was about six and a half feet in height, and had fur that was a lovely shade of brown... not dissimilar to her own eye color. His chest rippled with mussel under tight skin and fur, and the same went for the arms. The werewolf's lower legs were the thinnest part of him, not much bigger than the lower legs of a normal human...
The werewolf was terrifying, but she was looking at everything, not just him. Alesha had a surprisingly good view of the nigh sky through the trees... The stars twinkled lightly next to the crescent moon.
Then she had the most ridiculous thought.
She should get home before a Vampire found her.
Here she was with a werewolf standing over her, and all she could think about was how there might be vampires about. It was so absurd that she let out a small giggle. The werewolf seemed to think that she was laughing at him. It growled and leaped for her throat.
So this is how it ends. Alone in the forest at night, eaten by a werewolf. Well... at least I made it to 21. No regrets... Except dieing so early.
A sickening crunch filled the air and Alesha felt strangely disconnected from the world. She didn't feel dead... Or even mortally wounded. Had she died instantly? No... She could still feel the ground below her, and the stinging in her cheek where the branch had cut her cheek.
"Are you alright miss?"
The words came slightly from her right and Alesha turned her head to look at the source of them. An immaculately dressed man not a day over 25 stood beside her, offering her a hand up. She reached out an took the man's hand. He pulled her to her feet gently but firmly. "Yes, but how did you..." Then she saw it.
The werewolf was slumped against a tree, entirely unmoving. It's skull was caved in on one side, like someone had punched a ball of play-doh. Alesha's eyes snapped back to the man in front of her, and she noticed a couple of things about him. Scary things.
His eyes gleamed red, almost to the point of being luminescent in the darkness. And the pupils were slitted, like those of a cat.
He was a Vampire.
Edited by Zanon on 5/4/2013 5:12 PM PDT