The Dancer and the Werewolf

I've already written this on here once, but I can't seem to find the un-published story anywhere throughout my account. SO im just going to re-write it as close to the original as I can and if I end up finding the original, I'll decide which one to keep.

Anyways, this was just the beginning of a story that I thought up the other day.

Enjoy!...

(I always laugh evilly when I type that!)

Jezzabelle xx

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I exited my local dance studio after my last class for the night. Walking out into the cold night air was greatly refreshing, as was the beautiful view of the forest opposite the studio.

I began to walk down the road, towards my home. It was 9.30PM so I had to walk fast, just so my parents wouldnt freak-out on me. Picking up the pace, I headed down the street. A forest on one side of me, and run-down backs of buildings on the other side. This street wasn't very populated, or lit up at this time of night, so some people - like my parents - would say its unsafe. But, honestly, it's not really, you just need to know what your doing. And I do. I know how to keep in the shadows down this street so ill be fine. 

I kept walking towards my home, but when I noticed a bunch of kids walking towards me, I darted into one of the darker parts of the street. Luckily, the kids turned the corner before they noticed me or anything. I wasn't afraid, but I didn't know if any of them were intoxicated, and the guys within the group didn't look that safe to be around.

Patiently, I watched the teenagers move slowly around the corner, and I soon became impatient, when they decided to take even longer by some of the girls deciding to take pictures of themselves near the only street lamp on the block. I mean, really? The street lamp doesnt have facebook! It wont freaking care if its in one of their pictures! 

"Hurry up already" I groaned quietly, now leaning against the brick wall in the darker shade on my shoulder, still facing the teenagers.

I instantly regretted speaking when one of the guys heads' snapped towards me, and I instantly moved even further back into the dark - even though that was pretty much impossible. The guy seemed to be looking straight at me, straight into my eyes. But...he shouldnt be able to see me! This section of darkness is, well, dark! And he couldnt have heard me speak, he was like 50 metres away! 

The guys gaze snapped away from me the moment one of his friends told ihm to hurry up - his friend was being very loud - and in this time I evaluated the stranger. He was tall, about 6ft, had black, messed up hair - the way guys usually wear it now days - and had dark, tanned skin. He wasn't black (A/N - sorry if that offends you, its just the way the character thinks!), but he was definately tanned, and itlooked natural also. He was dressed in a dark grey fitted t-shirt, and dark blue denim jeans.So, all-in-all he was pretty hot. But I could also sense this dangerous feel about him, and even though most girls might liked that, in a way, it sorted of scared me. So, when his friends decided to finally carry on with their walk and he broke away from them and started walking towards me. I done what every-one else would have done.

I ran the other way.

But I didn’t even make it halfway back to my dance studio before I was pinned to one of the brick walls by a male hand, making me unable to scream out for help. I looked up into my attackers’ eyes, which turned out to be a stormy grey with streaks of light grey shooting through them, almost looking light lightning in an actual thunderstorm. I was shocked, his eyes were just so enticing, and I couldn’t move my eyes away from them, my thoughts were all jumbled up, and nothing was coherent.