"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
One of the druids has their hand over my mouth, while another is looking for a cloth to gag me with. I feel the rage bubbling in my stomach and an immense need to scream as loud as I can. I bite down hard on one of the long black fingers, causing the druid to temporarily remove their hand. I take my chance and empty my lungs in an ear-deafening and head-splitting scream. The druids scramble to cover their ears, but it won't help them. I see as the skull on the tallest druid head begins to crack down the middle as he fumbles to hold the two halves together. Before long the bone disintegrates due to my scream, and I see to my great horror, how there is no face behind the skull, just a complete darkness with only two glistening black orbs as eyes.
This changes my scream from one of rage to one of terror. I feel like I will go insane if I stare at this black void for too long, so I turn my head into my shoulder to cover my eyes, as the scream continues. When I have no more air in my lungs to scream with, I dare to lift my head and open my eyes to look at where the druids are. They are no longer here. I fight against the rope restraining me and manage to slip one hand out of the nose that's around my wrist. I move to the edge of the altar and look down only to see three robes lying on the ground, with the remains of their skull masks lying in pieces around it. A kind of black fog is slowly slipping out from underneath one of the robes.
I rub my eyes and grab my throat as I inhale. It feels like it has been torn to shreds from the inside. I try to clear my throat, but it only results in great pain. I swallow and begin to unfasten my other hand before I move to the ropes around my feet. I don't get far, however, before a creature manifests beside me. I'm just about to scream again, but a hand grasps my mouth, and he shushes me. I blink a couple of times and recognize the person as Dom.
"What are you doing here?" I manage to get out in a rasp. I'm not able to contain both my fear, but also my curiosity. I'm in the perfect position for him to end my right now, and I couldn't run, because of the ropes still around my ankles.
"I'm here to get you far away from here." He says while moving to my feet and effortlessly ripping the rope up. He looks up and around us with concern in his eyes. As he has freed me, he picks me up effortlessly into his arms.
"Buckle up, Buttercup," He says with a smirk down at me before he sprints off at break-neck speed. It's all I can do to just keep my hands around his neck and bury my face in his chest - much against my will, but rather that, than my eyes being blown open by the wind.
At the first sign of him slowing down, I wiggle my way out of his grasp on jump down before taking a couple of steps away from him. I don't even know what to say, I'm so bewildered by... yeah, by everything. We seem to be in the living room of an apartment. I stand with my back up against a window, while Dom is walking around packing a back and silently whistling to himself. I sneak a small glimpse out of the window behind me, and see, that he must have taken us back to Dunsmuir since I can see the church in the distance. I look back over at Dom, who is now sipping up the backpack.
"Why are you here?" I ask incredulously. He just looks up at me with his dark red eyes through his eyelashes.
"Well, we're in my apartment, so I should rather ask you that, shouldn't I?". He has a slight accent, that I can't really place - but then again, I've only ever talked with people from my pack, aside from Kai, and they all sounded the same. I shudder slightly with a simmering rage at the thought of Kai.
"Call down Buttercup, I won't bite," he says with a wink, now standing up and leaning against a wall. I unconsciously put my hand up to my shoulder, where I know the bitemark still is, and he follows my hand with his eyes.
"Don't call me that," I just bite back, feeling a bit queasy.
"Ah, dinna fash, I was only teasing you," He says with a wave of his hand, as he bends down to pull the backpack over his shoulder.
"Where are you from?". The question leaves my mouth before I even think about it. Well, can't really take it back now.
He looks over at me looking a bit surprised by my question. "I'm from Scotland. Why?".
I start picking my nails as a nervous tick. "Well, I guess because of your accent. And your name doesn't sound familiar either.". I keep my gaze focused on him, scared that he might go for my throat any second, even though he doesn't seem like the type. But then again, I don't know him, so maybe he might.
He sighs. "Follow me, we can chit-chat on the way, if you so desire.". Har starts moving towards the door, with the backpack swung over one shoulder. I just keep standing by the window, not wanting to go with him. He glances back over at me, as he reaches the door. He sees the objection on my face and just rolls his eyes.
"Listen here princess, your little scream out there in the forest just lit a beacon to your location, so if we don't get a move on, you will either get imprisoned or right out slain by the first supernatural to reach you. No one likes a free banshee, and you just so happen to exist in the forest with the highest number of supernaturals. So I suggest we get a move on.". With that, he starts walking, and after a slight hesitation, I jog after him. I guess he is my best odds of survival right now, no matter how much I hate the idea.
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