Howling to the Heart || Isaac Lahey

9.

Riah's POV.

"Scott, I'm not watching Iron Man again," I complained over the phone, looking down a row in the video store. "We watched it twice last week. It's driving me insane."

"I don't wanna watch The Perks of being a whatever it is," he sighed, sounding like there was popcorn popping in the background. "You always pick either that movie or Harry Potter."

I stopped in front of the horrors and glared down at my shoes, imaging they were his face. "There is nothing wrong with Harry Potter," I argued. "Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy have my heart. Argue with a wall."

"Cedric died," he deadpanned, "and Draco has daddy issues."

"You have daddy issues too," I reminded him, tapping my foot. "I'll find two movies and then we'll agree on one when I get home, okay?"

"Fine," he grumbled. "I'll drag my mattress down from upstairs. See you soon and stay safe."

"I will," I laughed before hanging up and putting my phone back into my handbag. "Horror or comedy?" I pondered, looking at the selection of horrors.

A phone started ringing in the background and I looked around, noticing the man on the ladder from before we now gone, which meant he'll hopefully answer it soon.

I decided picking Scary Movie and then walked over to the next row, but stopped when I heard the bell chime from the door.

"Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" that annoying, agitating voice asked.

"Of course, you're looking for The Notebook," I snickered, walking down a few rows until I found Jackson already glaring at me.

His eyes darted down to the movie in my hand, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "A horror movie? Why am I not surprised?"

I rolled my eyes, walking away from him. "Have fun looking for The Notebook." I'm not even surprised that the one night I'm without Stiles or Scott, is the same night I run into Jackson. Just my damn luck.

He scoffed behind me, and I walked down the comedy isle, looking for another movie while the phone still rang.

"Is anybody working here?" Jackson yelled and I smiled, grabbing The Mask. "Riah?"

I whirled around, confused on why he would call out for me. "Find the movie yourself, Jackass."

"Riah! Get over here!" he said in panic.

I listened then, walking down to the end of my isle and freezing at the sight of his back to me while staring down at...are those legs? "What the hell is that?"

Jackson turned around with a panicked look, his face paling. "I think it's someone."

"I swear I better not die in here with him," I muttered to myself, walking past him.

He stuck to my side, and we slowed down, looking around the corner of the isle and I gasped, taking a step back. On the floor, the worker from earlier was dead with his throat ripped and blood covering him.

Jackson fell backward, taking down the ladder that hit a light, causing the other lights to flicker.

I dropped the movies in my hand, rushing over to Jackson and pulling by his arm. "We gotta go," I hurriedly said and then froze at the sound of a growl. "Do not turn around," I whispered to him, but of course he didn't listen.

Jackson grabbed my arm, pulling me down into the isle and we pressed our backs up against the row, the both of us breathing shakily. "What the hell is that?"