Love Lines

30: Munched On

Chapter Thirty

This was definitely not a situation I wanted to be in. Andrzej was one thing but this sucker...was definitely not a good werewolf. His eyes were the very definition of mean and he had very sharp looking teeth. My mind started spinning over the possibilities but right now, my particular wasn't kicking in for me at all. So I knew this was just going to end the way it was always meant to, whatever that might be. I was either going to get eaten or...

I was going to get eaten.

I didn't have any weapons with me and from the all too brief glance I had of the room, there was nothing around me to use as a weapon. The place, if I went by the impression of the room, was very empty. So even if I made my way out of the doorless closet, there wouldn't be any knives in the kitchen for me to snag.

This was just...wonderful.

"Ok...so...maybe we can work something out..."

The wolf growled at me again and slowed his advance so he was at a standstill in the middle of the room. I guess he was trying to be intimidating. Maybe he wanted me to piss my pants before he ate me. Add to the flavor, maybe.

"You know...if you keep growling like that, you'll make me think you're a dog. And you're not. You're very much bigger than..."

The wolf took a stance and snarled at me. Obviously my banter wasn't helping so I decided to ask questions, hoping to distract this sucker while I figured something out.

"Here's a question, are you more of an indoor type or outdoor? Because I know this wolf and I'm pretty sure he's more of an outdoor. He kept sniffing at the stone like it was in the way..."

Apparently he wasn't in the mood for that either because he bore down and just as he leapt in my direction, something just as large and furry crashed through one of the windows, slamming into the evil wolf with glass flying everywhere. They slammed to the floor and tumbled around, giving me enough time to exit the closet and the bedroom, not even giving myself the chance to scream as I ran.

I made it to the front door, feeling for the doorknob but no matter how I scratched and clawed at the door, the little brass implement to freedom couldn't be found.

"Shit!" I whisper yelled.

Paralyzing fear was trying to take over again, the type I'd felt that one night in my house when someone had broken in. I looked back over my shoulder and down the hall to the room I was in. Dark shapes were darting across the open doorway accompanied with snarling and growling. But what Andrzej had said to me during our training session entered my mind like a calming bowl of ice cream after a really bad break up.

Calm down and breathe. You can't think when you panic.

So I thought if I couldn't escape the house, I could at least hide. It's Horror Movie 101.

But where in the hell are you supposed to hide in an empty house with NO APPARENT DOORS?!

And what kind of house didn't have doors?!

Best thing I could think of was the kitchen. It had cabinets. Maybe they had doors. The only problem now was finding it and hoping to god I could squeeze into the small confines of a cabinet.

Of course the whole time I was having this internal dialogue and argument, the wolves in the other room got louder, their growling, snarling, and snapping echoing through the house, my head, and straight down to my terrified toes. I shouldn't be this scared, I knew that, and if my usually very logical brain pieced everything together right, the only beast that would come to my aid would be Andrzej. Therefore, I shouldn't be as freaked out as I was.