The Hunter and the Hunted

This is just a new werewolf idea I came up with that I've never seen before. I hope you like it!

Prologue

"Parker!" A petite woman cried, vigorously shaking a large naked mans shoulders. They were in a dark alley to the right of a vile smelling dumpster, and tears were streaming down the woman's face. Blood oozed down her knees from recent scrapes from the cold concrete ."Wake up!"

A soft sigh escaped the mans lips and he rolled onto his left side, facing away from the woman. Her fiery blue eyes burned into his back. She was angry, furious, but the bigger part of her knew that this wasn't his fault. "Get up!" She screamed, gathering up all of her might to push against his bare back. He barely budged.

She groaned, and just like in the movies, her hands found their way to her light hair and harshly tugged at the roots. She stood up and began to pace, glancing down at the man every few seconds. Frustration boiled through her veins. She had absolutely no idea what to do. Well, she did know one thing. When he woke up, she was going to give him absolute hell.

Shivers rocked down her spine. The wind chill had finally kicked in, it was night time, and all she had on was a pair of khaki shorts and a light blue jacket. Her arms crossed against her chest in efforts to add some extra insulation. 

With her last pinch of effort, she got back down on her knees and ran her fingers through his cropped brown hair. "It's dangerous out here. I need to get you inside. Please get up." There was no response. "People could see you. What if The Hunters find you?"

"What if?" A deep voice asked from behind, making her gasp out loud. Her entire body tensed as she slowly stood up and turned to see the mystery man.

There were three.

"Who are you?" She asked, a tremor rocking through her body. She tried to stand tall and look brave but the little confidence she'd had before seemed to have shriveled the moment she heard his voice. 

The three men all stood at least a foot taller than her and were all decently large. The one who had spoken wore a sly smirk on his face. The other two seemed to lurk back in the distance, angry glares aimed toward the unconscious Parker.

The man with the smirk laughed. "The Hunters. Who else?" His brown eyes twinkled in sadistic excitement. They were about to happily slaughter the man she loved.

Without thinking, the woman unzipped her coat and draped it over Parker's lower body. Some part of her deep down held onto a shrivel of hope, that maybe, just maybe, she could shield him from danger. The truth was that the fight would be over before it even started.

"You'd have to kill me before you kill him," she said, looking the closest man in the eyes. She refused to look away, to stand down. Never had she been more afraid. Never had she felt so strong.

This time, another of the men spoke up. He was the tallest of the three and had eyes that looked so intensely toward her she almost blushed. "We're not going to fight you, human,"  he barked, using the word human to put her back in what he considered to be her rightful place. She had no right to try and defend a monster. Who did she think she was?

"Then you're not touching him." 

He let out an angry huff. "Do you know what that thing is?" A look of pure disgust rolled onto his face as he looked down towards Parker.

"Yes," she whispered, unable to say the word. "He's human, at least right now he is. I would think that 'big macho men' like you would at least have the dignity to kill him while he's not defenseless!"

"But here's the thing, sweetheart," the smirking man started. "We don't care how they die. We just care that they do." He started to stalk toward her, and the other two followed slowly behind. 

The woman's heart started to race;she could hear pounding in her ears. Her breath became erratic and she took a step closer to Parker, shielding what she could of his body with her own. "I won't let you," she told them.

"You can't stop us," the second man remarked, raising his eyebrows at her. "Micheal, grab her."

The third man who hadn't spoken a word zoomed toward her and pushed her against a harsh brick wall. His hands gripped her shoulders roughly, making her gasp in pain. Automatically he loosened his grip and looked to the floor. 

"No!" She screamed. She rammed her shoulder's against his hands and tried to break free, but he was too strong. "Help me! Somebody pleas-" The quiet man covered her mouth and used his body and his left arm to keep her in place. Her words became muffled sobs.

She watched the other two men circle Parker. She started to cry, and her body began to shake uncontrollably. Losing Parker would mean losing the only person she loved. 

The smirking man pulled out a long, thin knife and smiled as it sparkled perfectly in the night. He looked the girl in the eyes and a small frown formed on his face. She knew that now would be her only chance. She moved her hands shakily onto the silent man's hand that covered her mouth and tried to pry his finger's off. Unexpectedly, he let her without a fight. Then something even more unexpected happened. She came up with a plan. A plan that actually had the potential to work.

"We could give him sedatives," she started, making all three of the men stop what they were doing to look at her. "We could keep him captive, study him, find a cure."

"We don't have anyone who could study him," the second man told her. 

"I would. I've been going to medical school for five years."

The smirking man laughed out loud. "That's funny." He expected the other two man to join in, but they didn't.

"This is ridiculous!" The smirking man cried desperately. "She's just making up shit to save him!" He started to stab towards Parker with his knife, but the second man stopped him.

"This could be our chance," he whispered. "We could finally find a peaceful way to end this. For good."

"Are you kidding me?" The smirking man exploded. He threw his knife to the ground and stalked toward the second man. "She's not going to find a cure! There is no cure!"

"What if there is?" The silent man questioned. He cautiously let go of the girl and walked toward the other two men. "I'm tired of killing them. I'm tired of all of it."

"Micheal's right," the second man said, making the smirking man explode in anger.

"Fine! Take them home with us, keep 'em as pets. Do whatever the hell you want. But when your Father," he looked directly at the second man, "hears about this, I'm not taking the blame."

"Good," the second man retorted.

The girl ran over to Parker and started to cry into his chest. She was so happy, so scared. She had just saved his life! 

"You have six months to find a cure, or he's dead," the second man told her, leaving her heart broken. Only six months? "Now get up. We're leaving."

The man led her around the corner and toward a large black jeep. "Get in." 

She did as he said, but couldn't help but look back toward Parker. "What about Parker?" She asked, her voice cracking as she did so.

"We'll get him," he said softly, buckling her in and then closing the door. 

She watched him walk gracefully away. Tears still fell from her eyes, but now they were hopeful tears. She had a chance to save Parker, the boy who had always been there for her when she needed him most. She had a chance to spend the rest of her life with him. 

Suddenly, she realized how tired she had become. She closed her eyes and hoped for good dreams where Parker was human and they were happy. Those dreams never came.

Okay! I hope you liked this! I promise you this werewolf story will be different than all of the others! Comment and tell me what you think! Vote if you like it:)