Running Isn't Fun

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Aw jeez, what the hell is this? Am I dying?

Fire, that's what it was. Her lungs were on fricken fire.

I really was not made to be running this much, or even at all!

She also was not made to be harassed by some guy and just be cool with it. She also felt certain that jeans and her new flats were the wrong combination for running, but she would chastise herself for that later.

Georgia was having a good day for once. Her hair was cooperating with her and she had finally worked up the confidence to go get ice cream and explore a bit of the new town she had just moved to but no, ever so awkwardly, some guy had to come along and ruin such a sacred experience and now she's running.

He even had the audacity to chase her which frightened her even more, she just hoped he wasn't one of them.

Oh gosh, got a cramp. Gonna die and I didn't even get ice cream.

Her body hadn't moved like this since P.E and even then she didn't exert even half as much energy as she was now, not when they were in her classes, but if she could get to the bus stop before her only way home left, she could lament all she liked and suffer through trying to breathe right again in the privacy of a public bus.

But as lady luck would have it, right as the bus came into her line of sight, it left. Mouth agape in disbelief, lungs on fire and thigh cramping like a son of a....she came to a stop, looking around desperately for an escape. Peeking back for the first time since leaving the ice cream shop, she saw that same guy walking calmly in her direction. He was taking his time, eyes set on her and smiling in a way Georgia could only describe as wolfish.

Nope, I will NOT help this guy become the inspiration for an episode of Criminal Minds.

Even though Spencer Reid is the love of her life and she trusts he and Penelope would solve her case, she'd like to live to binge watch the series again.

With that in mind, she ran again, this time not completely sure where she was going. She was new to this area, venturing out for the first time on her own after meticulously studying bus schedules and timing how long she planned to be out.

And there she saw it, her chariot to take her to freedom, a taxi. Pushing herself harder, now hearing the shouts of the man that had approached her earlier, she made it into the cab, alerting the driver to start moving.

"Please, I'll give you an address when we're on the move." She said, not able to catch her breath.

The taxi driver took in her state and the man shouting for him not to move, and decided it best to get the young girl out of there, tearing out as quick as he could and definitely breaking a couple of laws in the process.

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He really didn't mean to startle her, he just didn't expect to find her so soon and in the most mundane way imaginable. But then she ran, and his beast couldn't be stopped. He loved the chase.

Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. His beast told him proudly.

He really didn't believe him, and he made it known.

If you actually did we wouldn't have snuck up behind her and sniffed her like some kind of dog.

He watched her run, the beast telling him to stroll, that she wouldn't be able to escape him. Even he found that to be so so wrong, but right now the beast unfortunately had more control.

His beast laughed triumphantly as he watched her reaction to the bus leaving. He was always so proud of his hunting ability.

I guess you were right.

He was not. She ran again, this time in the direction of the taxi stand.

"Stop, I just want to talk!" He called out to her, now beginning to run, but before he could build up any speed, she was in a cab with the driver tearing out of there like the devil himself were after them.

He watched as they left, seeing only the top of her mousey brown hair fade from sight.

This made the beast feel angry and his human feel embarrassed as confused eyes stared and mouths began to gossip.

Hunt. The beast demanded. With a heavy sigh, the hunt began.

He found her quickly, her scent had been easy to follow. Fresh flowers and sunshine made her smell like spring. It led him to a small old house on the outskirts of town, towards the southern border of his territory hidden away behind thick foliage.

He watched her through the windows, she was rushing around locking and double checking everything. She was scared and it sent a pang of discomfort through him knowing that he was the cause.

Must comfort mate.

If it weren't for your stupidity she wouldn't be in this situation, from now on I do the courting.

The beast wanted to reply, but the sound of glass shattering followed by a brief scream snapped him into action, causing him to burst through her door, a lot less shifted and whole lot naked.

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Georgia hadn't stopped shaking since she got home, that guy had really freaked her out. So now she was frantically locking everything she could in the small home that had been left to her by some long distant relative.

Oh my gosh, what if he somehow followed me home and then figures out how to get in? I need a weapon!

Her mind was in over drive creating so many possible scenarios, and a few impossible ones like him turning into a roach and scuttling under the front door and crawling into her mouth while she slept.

In her frantic state she found a suitable weapon to defend herself with, a cast iron stoker from the fire place. Giving it a practice swing, she accidentally smashed a picture frame, causing a momentary scream of surprise to leave her.

As she looked at the shattered glass that once contained a family picture, the sound of the front door being broken down pushed her into a bat crap crazy defense mode.

She turned with the stoker raised and saw the creep from the ice cream store, only he was nude!

She screamed again and swung at him, missing by a couple of inches.

"Stay back, the police are on their way!" She yelled at the man.

"You and I both know that's not true." He replied coolly, standing proud in his nudity. "You and I need to talk."

She was shaking again, hands tightening around the stoker, she swung again.

This time he caught it in his hand and yanked it from her, bending it in half with no problem.

She passed out.

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A/N

Helloooo, how goes it? Thank you for taking the time to click on this story, I really do hope you'll give it a chance, a vote and a comment. My brain is full of cliches and ideas that probably shouldn't see the light of day, but here we are I guess *__*

Catch you laterrrrrr.

Xoxo, Sid

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