Short Drabbles//Short Stories

The Girl & The Werewolf

"Poor little girl, still waiting for her happy ending."

"Poor little boy, bringing knives to a gun fight," the young woman retorted, tightening her grip on the handgun.

The boy stepped closer to her, never dropping eye contact, "Just give up, you know you won't pull that trigger, and you know it won't kill me, bullets don't kill werewolves."

The boy stopped a foot away from her, extending his canines and claws, making sure to flash his red Alpha eyes at the seemingly terrified girl.

"You're, you're right," the girl responded, lowering her gun and looking to the ground sadly, "bullets don't kill werewolves," her head shot up and she grinned, "but wolfsbane will."

Before the boy could react, the girl raised her gun and shot him, "When you thought I was going to be an easy kill for you, you were wrong," she remarked, stepping closer to the almost dead werewolf, "I come from a long line of hunters you see and I knew the shy, innocent, unsuspecting young girl who believes in fairytales act would trick you. Poor baby, you didn't even stand a chance."

The young girl, crouched down beside the now dead body, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead and closing his eyes, "Till we meet again."