I'm Not Gonna Hurt You

Hopeless

A/N: Slight Ghost/Human romance

I watched as the woman fell off her chair in a dead faint.
I began to panic, floating over to her, getting a better look at her features. She had a wild shock of bright blonde hair, pale skin with a light tan, thin, yet full lips and, from what I saw before, bright blue eyes, alight with intelligence.
She wore an oversized denim jacket, dark gray slacks, old dress shoes and a band T-shirt.
I lifted her underweight body into my arms and over to the couch.
As I brushed her hair away from her face, I saw what Rowan had done to her. I vowed that the next time I saw him, he wouldn't be able to do anything for a long while.
I was so angry that I didn't realize that I was transforming, one of the abilities few ghosts had.
My transformations either were a cream white mare with blue eyes or a blind snowy wolf.
I found myself as my mare and settled down by the couch, forgetting that humans could see my animal forms, and rested my head near the beautiful woman's.

A/N: Sorry this is so short but it's about 11:30pm right now and its supposed to be more of a filler/intro to the ghost's side of things.