The night fog drifted across the grounds of the campus as she hurried home, cheeks flushed from the sudden move from the heat of the library to the cold chill of the night, her breath hanging in a small cloud before her as she walked on.
She sighed, shivering slightly in her thin coat, and closed her eyes against the night.
She sighed again, and stood at the light, waiting for it to change from red to green, a lone car idling at the corner, the driver obscured by dark tinting.
As it changed, she felt a cold draft, and thought, almost positive, a soft thud echoed from the alley, but she saw nothing.
Suddenly spooked, she began to run, dashing across the wet cement, her boots clicking.
She didn't see him until she slammed into him, falling gracefully on her ass in a puddle.
He laughed, a deep chuckle, and she looked up, prepared to deliver a scathing comment, but took a breath:
The man standing above her was tall, dark stubble darkening his cheek bones and chin, his eyes kind, one blue, one deep emerald.
" You ok?" He asked, a soft smile on his lips.
" I... yeah.."
He held out a hand. " Need some help."
She took it, not allowing herself to admit she was internally screaming. " Thanks."
" You take care. "
He walked on, his coat covering any good views of his ass as she watched him walk away, a dreamy look in her eyes.
A sudden thunder burst snapped her back to reality, and she hurried on, clutching her books to her chest.
But fate is a fickle mistress: there was no such thing as a chance encounter.
2.
He walked on, sighing: she had been...
Get grip: it was a female. Good, ok...there are thousands.
He main priority at the moment was to get to the woods: his stomach panged with a deep, aching hunger.
He jogged down an old hikers trail, leaving the main road behind as he raced through the dark trees, a light snow falling around him.
He spotted a deer, a young buck, horns barely budding.
He tensed, crouching on his haunches, then pounced, taking the buck down in one swift motion.
It struggled, but he snapped it's neck, hungrily digging his teeth into its neck.
But..it wasn't teeth that filled his mouth, not at all....
It was fangs, the fangs of a wild dog or stalking cat...
He wiped his mouth, his coat smeared with blood and gristle: not much remained of the buck at this point.
His hunger sated for another night, he walked on, whistling a small tune to himself as he went.
Rated 17 For: Blood, creature violence, brief smoking, brief innuendo, brief sensuality, and language.
1.
The night fog drifted across the grounds of the campus as she hurried home, cheeks flushed from the sudden move from the heat of the library to the cold chill of the night, her breath hanging in a small cloud before her as she walked on.
She sighed, shivering slightly in her thin coat, and closed her eyes against the night.
She sighed again, and stood at the light, waiting for it to change from red to green, a lone car idling at the corner, the driver obscured by dark tinting.
As it changed, she felt a cold draft, and thought, almost positive, a soft thud echoed from the alley, but she saw nothing.
Suddenly spooked, she began to run, dashing across the wet cement, her boots clicking.
She didn't see him until she slammed into him, falling gracefully on her ass in a puddle.
He laughed, a deep chuckle, and she looked up, prepared to deliver a scathing comment, but took a breath:
The man standing above her was tall, dark stubble darkening his cheek bones and chin, his eyes kind, one blue, one deep emerald.
" You ok?" He asked, a soft smile on his lips.
" I... yeah.."
He held out a hand. " Need some help."
She took it, not allowing herself to admit she was internally screaming. " Thanks."
" You take care. "
He walked on, his coat covering any good views of his ass as she watched him walk away, a dreamy look in her eyes.
A sudden thunder burst snapped her back to reality, and she hurried on, clutching her books to her chest.
But fate is a fickle mistress: there was no such thing as a chance encounter.
2.
He walked on, sighing: she had been...
Get grip: it was a female. Good, ok...there are thousands.
He main priority at the moment was to get to the woods: his stomach panged with a deep, aching hunger.
He jogged down an old hikers trail, leaving the main road behind as he raced through the dark trees, a light snow falling around him.
He spotted a deer, a young buck, horns barely budding.
He tensed, crouching on his haunches, then pounced, taking the buck down in one swift motion.
It struggled, but he snapped it's neck, hungrily digging his teeth into its neck.
But..it wasn't teeth that filled his mouth, not at all....
It was fangs, the fangs of a wild dog or stalking cat...
He wiped his mouth, his coat smeared with blood and gristle: not much remained of the buck at this point.
His hunger sated for another night, he walked on, whistling a small tune to himself as he went.
Edited by TheTimidLight