Guess Where I'm Gonna Bite Next?

VOTE AND COMMENT**

~DELILAH~

This was why I hated clubbing with my friends. In the end, nobody wanted to pay for the taxi back home. I groaned in frustration, hugging my jacket tightly around me, my legs aching in my heels. I'm sure it was like three a. m. right now, because that was the time clubs normally closed in this tiny town.

Oxford was as boring as hell. The streets were annoyingly empty as I made my way home. The walk from the club to my house was going to be about forty minutes but I was sure I could bear it.

I didn't think I could though, because it was freaking cold and I was wearing six inch heels. 

I wasn't one to be scared of the dark lonely night, nothing had ever happened to me and I wasn't superstitious either.

I didn't believe all those nonsense like shadows of the night, vampires, witches and all that rubbish.

I stumbled, almost falling and cursed.

'Damn these heels,' I muttered and pulled them off, deciding to walk bare foot.

Wrong idea. The floor was as cold as ice.

I winced, but the cold actually felt good to my aching feet. It didn't take long before my feet went numb.

I heard footsteps behind me. Frowning, I glanced at my back and saw a guy in a hood following me. I was a little scared, but I wasn't paranoid.

I slowed down, in hopes that he'd walk ahead of me but he seemed to slow down too.

I rolled my eyes and continued walking at a normal pace. A drunk couple walked passed me, on the other side of the road, making a hell of noise. They disappeared around a corner and it was suddenly quiet again.

The man's footsteps seemed to get louder.

I glanced behind me and realized he was walking faster.

Fear clutched at my heart and I picked up the pace. There was only one way to find out if he was following me. I turned abruptly on a corner street and began to run.

If he was a normal guy with no interest in me, he'd probably be laughing his butt off at my unusual paranoia.

He wasn't a normal guy.

The guy was running too.

'Fucking hell,' I gasped, picking up the pace, my tender feet getting some feeling as I ran on the rough pavement. I was almost wincing in pain but the fear had me running like there was no tommorrow.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. I didn't. I ran and ran without looking back and with no idea of where I was going.

I reached a dark alley and finally stopped to catch my breath. My feet felt like all the skin had been scraped off from the bottom. 

I looked around me, trying to gain my surroundings. A little few houses and a community hospital. I sank down on the floor, not caring that I was ruining my very expensive dress. Oh God, why did I decide to go clubbing tonight? And why the hell did I think I could walk this bloody distance? Alone?

Blame it on the tough headed Delilah. I sighed.

My feet hurt so bad. I heard a sound and was on my feet instantly, forgetting my pain. It was coming from outside the alley.

I began to panic. Why did I choose do hide in the freaking alley???

I knew if anybody was out there, I was trapped. There was nowhere to hide. No bins, trashcans, cardboard boxes. Nothing.

The sound of footsteps came closer and I didn't know if I should go deeper into the alley or stay close and run for it.

I chose to stay in the middle, against the wall. It was fairly dark but I knew my bright cream dress would give me away like a red rose in a white field.

I waited, my heart in my throat as the footsteps approached. I braced myself for anything.

An old couple walked by and I sighed with relief and instantly relaxed.

Then all the hairs stood up at the back of my neck. Someone was behind me. 

Before I could run or scream, a pair of hands clamped over my mouth and I was dragged against a hot male body.

He breathed down my neck and I began to panic. He was going to rape me. The tears came like a reflex action. I didn't even know I was crying until he licked my face.

I cried harder and began to whimper against his palm.

'Oh shut up,' he muttered, 'this won't hurt a bit.'

It happened like a dream. He let go of me but it was as if I had lost complete control of my body. I couldn't move a single muscle. What the hell was happening to me?