Fae Sniffled through the night's town. Her sadened voice echoing through the stoned houses. She hurried back to her little lonely cottage which was decorated with potted plants and all kinds of bobbs laid on the porch.
She turned the key into her house, and scurried inside. Quickly shutting it behind her as she sat the keys on the dinning table which stood in the middle of the room. Along with a nice comfy couch on the left.
*Creak* Was the sudden sound she heard. Was it coming from inside or outside?
She looked around but saw nothing. It was dead silent again. Only the crickets could be heard outside, chatting up a storm.
Another creak could be heard. This time it sounded closer.
Her breath started to accelerate as she looked around. Nearing her back at the front door.
She was scared.
Terrified.
Was the murderer in the house?
She started to hyperventilate and slum down against the front door. Panicking.
The creaking got louder.
The lights went out.
She screamed.
"Who's there!!!?" She screamed out. Holding her hand to her heavy chest. Her heart was beating fast. It felt like it would almost jump out from her chest any minute.
"Please! Don't hurt me!" She calls out again. But the creaking turned into steps.
They were echoey. She didn't know from which direction they were coming from.
Was it outside? Was it upstairs? In the attic?
Was it right next to her?...
In the mist of darkness, she could make out a figure.
It was tall.
Dark.
And maybe handsome.
Eitherway...
She clung to her clothes. Trying to distance herself from whatever or whoever that was. But to no avail. As she already pressed herself up against the front door, until no more.
She started to cry. Scream. Screech.
Everything. As she was terrified at what fate might have in store for her.
"Hello Fae." Said a menacing voice.
"Please make it quick for yourself and hold still will you?" He says as he approaches closer. The knife glistening in hand. It was Hunter.
Her eyes widened and her pupils went small. As great terror filled her body.
"PLEASE!! I DID NOTHING WRONG!" She screamed out. But the figure ignored it and grabbed her blonde hair.
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She screamed until her voice went abyss...
But it didn't matter to him.
He stabbed her 7 times in the heart.
Looking at her with those black eyes he once had before, while he was a wolf.
His facial expression remained the same.
No emotions.
No empathy.
Nothing.
As he watched on.
Her last words were "W-why?.." She cried out as blood ran down her chest and mouth.
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Two Beings Dozen Killings
FantasyA Lovesick werewolf took 20 year old Aelousie into his hidden away den, far away from any people. He'd keep her there with him for some time to gain her trust. Little did he know, Aelousie barely made a fuss, and didn't even try to escape. After som...
