I was going through and deleting files and found this; thought I would share.
I WILL WARN YOU NOW: THIS IS NOT PRETTY. It is definitely problematic, and I'm really glad that I did not use this to guide my story
Anyways, you don't have to read, but if you want to...I apologize in advance
Movement. Out of the corner of my eye, something flashed past. I didn't flinch, didn't even move anything other than my eyes. I held my breath as the creature moved again, going behind some boxes. The boxes rustled and threatened to tip, but didn't. I shifted my foot slightly, my breathing still stopped. A hissing noise came from behind the boxes, and my eyes went wide. The creature stood, rising above the boxes. All I could see was a shadow, but I could tell that this thing was only partially human. It held the shape of a male. A tall, buff male. It was larger than a normal human dude should be, but it's obviously because the damn thing isn't human! It looked around, the shadow of the head moving. Its silent gaze stopped on my crouched form. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears pounding loudly. My palms were sweaty and my hands shaky, a bead of sweat dripping off my nose. I continued to hold my breath, as the thing looked down at the boxes sitting in front of it. Then in the blink of an eye, its large arm came down upon the boxes, throwing them across the room. In the small moment of chaos, I shot up and bolted. Just as I reached for the door, things seemed to slow down as I was tackled very roughly to the floor.
My head came in contact with the cold, tiled floor very quickly, my vision darkening around the edges momentarily as a low ringing started up in my head. My arm was uncomfortably squished underneath me, my legs sprawled out underneath a very heavy weight. A low growl sounded right next to my ear, and I could feel the heat rolling off this monster's breath. I started to hyperventilate, breathing fast and rapid as if I couldn't even take in enough air. As if it were running out. The weight on my legs shifted slightly over, large hands placing themselves on both sides of my head. My eyes darted to one of those hands that seemed like it could be big enough to crush my head. A tear fell out of one of my eyes as I felt the breath get closer to my ear, warm and spine-chilling. The hand shifted slightly, and the one was just close enough to touch my head.
I felt a finger brush the side of my head and I almost screamed. I whimpered, another tear escaping down my cheek. I opened my mouth in an attempt to talk, but nothing came out. A low growl sounded again, this time slightly softer than the last one.
"Sh." A rough voice said. The finger continued to make up and down movement along the side of my head, a repetitive motion. Eventually, it stopped, and the hand shifted away from me. I could feel the weight around my body release, meaning the monster must have stood up. I flipped around on my back, a quick motion that must have started the monster, as another deep, loud growl echoed through the room. I stayed plastered against the floor though, now staring up at this monster. But it wasn't a monster. Just a really, really, large man.
The room was still dark, but it was just light enough to make out some features. He was tall, at least 6'5 if not taller. He was broad too, large shoulders and chest. His hair was a mess, and it looked like it fell down to just above his shoulders, and there was just enough light to tell me his hair was brown. He stood above me still, long legs on either side of my body. His fists were clenched at his side, eyes training down on me, hard and cruel, yet there was another emotion there I couldn't place. He seemed to have some unshaved stubble, and the bags under his eyes were very visible. I knew why they were there too, and that only made it worse. His mouth was in a tight line, and he seemed to be a line of tension just ready to snap.
"You." His deep voice growled, lower than I'd ever heard it. And yes, I'd heard it before. I knew exactly who this person was. Exactly what this monster was. I cowered underneath him, shaking as tears freely poured down from my eyes. He didn't make a noise, just continued to stare down at me. Despite my fear, I spoke up.
"W-w-what do you w-want?" I mumbled out, just barely above inaudible. But it was perfectly audible to him. He slowly crouched down over me again, leaning forward on his feet. He settled an arm on one knee, the other reached for my face. I flinched away as he cupped my cheek and he tilted his head at my reaction. His thumb pushed a tear away, but it was only replaced with more.
"You know exactly what I want, De." He spoke slowly, his voice rough and deep. My face hardened slightly at the nickname, as one last tear fell from my eye. I shook my head and his hand fell from my cheek. He frowned.
"I d-don't care. I don't w-want you h-here." He scowled at my words, one fist clenching.
"You don't get that choice. You're coming home." He growled, standing up and trying to pull me with him. I slapped his hand away the second it got close to me again and stood up on my own. He narrowed his eyes on me, crossing his arms over each other. I brushed myself off, before taking a step away from him. He scowled.
"No. That p-p-place..was never my h-home." I whispered again, slightly louder than last time. He scoffed at my statement before speaking,
"We both know that isn't true." I narrowed my eyes on him this time. I ran my arms across my face, brushing off excess tears, before crossing my arms too.
"It is. I'm not going back." I said as firmly as I could. Then his self-restraint broke, and he took me by the neck, slamming me into a wall. Bent down, his face centimeters from mine, teeth bared as he growled at me. His other arm was braced in the wall behind me, his grip tightening on my neck slightly. I whimpered and clawed at the hand as it slowly cut off my airways and my head started to feel fuzzy.
"Stop.."I choked out. His hand loosened slightly but still remained on my neck. I held on to his wrist, my small pale hands stark against his tanned muscular arm. And it was only his wrist. I gasped, air flooding my lungs again. Eyes watering, I looked him dead in his dark eyes and snarled. His eyes lit up with amusement. He smiled, revealing perfectly straight, shiny white teeth, with two slightly pointed canines.
"You growl like a chihuahua, De." He laughed at me, only succeeding in pissing me off more.
"At least I don't act like a dog, Matias," I growled back weakly, and he stopped smiling. His hand tightened ever so slightly on my neck, his eyes narrowing on mine.
"I accept OUR nature. So does everyone else. The problem here isn't me." He grumbled. I flinched at his words, and instead of replying started to claw at his wrist to get him to let me go. He didn't like this and cut off my air altogether. I gasped as my hands stopped clawing and held onto his wrist as tightly as I could.
"Accept it Daemon. It's going to catch up to you at some point, and you can't keep running." He bent down lower into my face, our noses just barely touching. I could feel his hot breath on me again, and I closed my eyes tightly as he continued to cut off my air supply. He whispered one last thing before my vision finally went black.
"I'm not letting you get away from me again, mate."
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