It was a dark, dreary night as I walked home. The road I was on was abandoned and made a chill rattle down my spine. I wrapped my scarf tighter around me as I noticed the air was getting colder. Naturally, I couldn’t tell how cold it was because of my body heat. It kept me warm, usually, but tonight was far colder than it had been since living here.
On my walk, I didn’t know where I was going. I needed to get home, but I couldn’t. Something, which I couldn’t quite put my finger on, beckoned me not to. A howl in the distance sent me trembling. I stopped my walking to listen more. It was angered, a howl I know too well from someplace long ago, my past maybe. It was bloodlust.
I squirmed uncomfortably, still not moving; yet, the blood-driven howls came closer. Each time sounding more and more angered and defined. I could hear the nasty, slobbering snarls and the clamping of canines. A shrill wolf war cry that sounded more like a prehistoric bird than a werewolf rang throughout the darkened street. It sent shivers cascading down my spine. I had to move, I had to go forward... but I couldn’t.
I sensed motion just a little away from me. It was fast and coming towards me. I let out a shaky breath and noticed I could see my breath in the now frigid air. I began to walk, slowly trying to make distance between myself and the blood-lusting creature that lingered towards me quietly, but I could still sense him.
I tried to be quiet as possible, so that I wouldn’t be heard. I knew the creature stalked me, and knew my every move, but I kept going forward. My heart beat quickly inside my chest as I heard the soft snickering of the creature. I came across a building and stood there, quietly, as I watched for the beast. It would be arriving for me at any time now. I could hear his huge deathly claws scratching the asphalt with every step he took.
Within each step closer to me, was a step closer to my death. I had my two babies at home cuddling up to each other while they slept and their nanny sitting watching a soap opera, waiting for me to come home. Only tonight, I wasn’t coming home. I wouldn’t kiss their little heads, or read them a story to help them sleep. I would lose them and the life I had made.
Then, a thought occurred to me, I needed to run, but it was too late. I sensed something creeping up behind me. Something big, and almost hairless; its teeth gnashing together, drool pouring from its mouth. My eyes got big and wide and I took that as my chance to run.
I didn’t want to look behind me, so began to run as fast as my wolf inside would carry me. The creature was not too far behind. I could hear his snarls of anger towards me as I ran. I came across a corner taking a sharp turn, but almost immediately, I regretted it. All the way at the end of the street was a dead end. I gulped frightened. This was the end for me.
The beast behind me was standing there impatiently waiting for me to do something. I knew I would have to face this creature sooner or later. I took a deep breath and turned around. This was no wolf, this was something more. It was huge; it’s body thick and muscular. Its legs were scrawnier, but sturdy and full of muscle. He’s snot was long and his eyes were redder than a stop sign. He didn’t have any hair, just fuzz that patched his body and his paws were big and contained long, sharp claws.
I walked backwards closer towards the dead end. I wanted to put as much distance as I could between the scary creature and I. Though with each step I took back, he took one forward. The wolf’s body held no heat. It survived from the coldness that made up his body heat. Almost like a vampire in werewolf form, only vampires didn’t exist.
My body trembled from the coldness that came off the creature’s body and the terror I felt from being this close to a monster of his texture. I kept a steady pace and tried to keep my balance as much as possible, but that was very hard. My balance was horrible and I was very klutzy. So, when I didn’t watch where I was stepping, I fell and tripped over something. The menacing creature snickered to himself and took that as a chance to advance on me.
He towered over me, dropping his drool all around me. His sharp canines were sticking wide out in front of him, inching their way towards me. All of a sudden, a sharp, threatening growl came from behind the creature. The creature turned around and snapped his jaws at the new figure that stood watching him in a threatening manner.
The creature growled and ran after the new figure that my senses picked up as a wolf. I hopped up and backed up against the metal chained linked fence. I watched in horror as the two giant creatures growled and snapped their jaws on each other. They shoved and bit and clawed at each other until the black wolf rammed the creature into a building. The creature lied there for a few moments and then got up. He took one look at the wolf, and then a long blood-lusted look at me, and ran off.
The black wolf stared in his direction for a long time, before turning to me. His eyes were black, though they slowly faded into a golden. He stared at me for a moment, and begins walking towards me. I had nowhere to go, so I stood there, my eyes never leaving his. Before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me.
He bent down running his snout all over my body, checking to make sure I was okay. I ran my small fingers in his soft, silky fur causing him to whine. I didn’t know what it meant, though. He took a step back and I watched as his eyes shifted from color to color. An emerald green, a light brown, a honey yellow,a majestic purple, and then finally they landed on a crystal blue.
My heart thudded in my chest. This wolf held my past, and knew who I was, and what I did. He knew everything. I wanted to know and was about to make him change, when he began to back up and away from me. My heart ached. I wanted to follow him, I needed to know who I was, but I couldn’t.
My body wouldn’t move and I felt like I was stuck in the moment. Then, the scenery around me began to fade and the wolf was almost gone. I stood up quickly and ran after him, but he took off running. I chased him, until the scenery was absolutely gone and my eyes opened.
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*Sequel to the Big Bad Wolf* It has been three years since Fay had her children. Three years since she lost every painful memory and started a new life. She now works at different hospitals and clinics around town with Derek Striker, who is the fath...