Running with wolves (Paul Imprint story)

Bats out of hell

When I woke up, I snapped my eyes open so fast that I think they did a full 360 in my head. The ceiling above me was wooden and riddled with holes letting the faint sunlight shine through just enough that I could tell it was day time.

I went to reach my hand up to my face to wipe away the grime and dirt from my eyes when I realized that my hands had been bound to the scratchy cote I was laying on. The images from yesterday came crashing through my mind as panic started to really set in.

Yanking and pulling my hands to try and escape I screamed and yelled at the top of my lungs so that if anyone was near they would hear me and hopefully come and save me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a tiny voice said off in the corner to my right "I already tried that and that demon that took me came in and beat me, besides if you actually managed to get loose that monsters can run a hell of a lot faster then you." The voice stated.

I craned my neck trying to see through the deep shadows of the run down cabin, straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of the other victim tied down in this musty prison.

While I was scanning the room I remembered the snarling from before I had fainted, was that Paul or just my imagination? Thinking about Paul made me remember that no matter what happens to me he will always be my night in shinning armor right? I mean thats what its like in the faery tales, Girl gets kidnapped, boy of her dreams comes and saves her. I think.

Realizing that I was screwed I hurriedly tried to wiggle my wrists out of their bounds to take this situation into my own hands. There was no way in hell that I was going to die before I received my first pay check. Call me greedy but I did not want to have to live with my parents till I was forty.

After getting the ropes loose enough Chelsea sat up in one fluid motion.

"Is it safe to talk?" she asked the stranger.

"Ya, the bitch only really comes at night or when its cloudy out." The voice answered.

Chelsea surveyed the room with narrowed eyes looking at the rotting wood and the old kitchen set that looked like it had seen better days in the 50s.

She finally burst out with the force of a breaking dam, "What do you think they want with us?"

"Revenge" the voice said with an eery calm.

With a shiver, Chelsea reached down and pulled out the purple flowered swiss army knife she kept in her boot.

"What you're gonna saw through the rope?"

"No." From the tiny latch on the side of the knife she pulled out a mini pair of scissors. She bared her teeth slightly in a smile. "I'm going to cut through it."

"Oh. . But then what genius? Didn't you hear a word I said before?"

Chelsea looked over to the other girl and saw her first real glances of her. The girl in the bed next to her had flaming red hair, steely eyes and a bold manner. "I'm Sandra by the way." the girl said.

"Chelsea," she said briefly. "So what do you mean they want revenge?"

"Well for me, I fell in love with a vampire who was part of this royalty group called the Volturi his name wa..." I interrupted sputtering "Wait vampire are you nuts they don't exist!" Sandra looked at me as if I had grown another head "Well what did you think kidnapped you you bubble brain I mean seriously!" she scoffed, "Anyway his name was Alec and he killed our kidnappers mate so she felt it necessary to kidnap me. Mate for mate. Now as for you I have no idea why your here all I know is that it must have something to do with the rest of the vampire bitches coven cause one day there were three of them and now its just her." I stared at Sandra thinking. My mind was reeling in all this new found information. I didn't want to believe it, but somewhere in the back of my head said that I always knew there was more to this world then meets the eye.

Snapping the rope with her scissors Chelsea's hands froze as she remembered the way Paul had stilled then swore under his breath when they had been about to kiss in the forest after a distressed howl filled the night air. It was as if Paul was communicating with the wolf and it was warning him of something, or someone that they were hunting.

She looked over at Sandra and said very softly, "I think I get it."

Sandra quirked her eyebrow "You get why your here?"

"No no I understand what happened to her uh coven." I explained "I think Paul and the others are some sort of werewolves that killed them, I mean it goes with the tribal stories."

"So we're going to get out of here? Kinda like a prison break?" Sandra asked suddenly after we had both fallen quiet.

"Of course, I don't plan on dyeing in a place like this," I said in disgust "But we'll have to make it fast." Chelsea furrowed her eyebrows trying to think. "I guess since its still daylight and its also sunny that the vamp can't be here...but I don't think she would leave us unguarded unless we were in the middle of nowhere and there would be no possibilities of escape." I observed "Well that's bad. We can't live long out in the wild, its to cold and she could easily track us. Oh come on there has to be a way" I muttered She glanced over at Sandra "I don't suppose there's anyway your prince charming will find us anytime soon?"

Sandra shook her head "He was back in Italy when I got captured, I was in Toronto visiting my parents."

"Ok so we're on our own, the fearless amazon's, hey I kinda like that." Chelsea's mind was in gear now, humming with new ideas. "Ok first, can you climb a tree?"

Sandra who had been listening intently nodded her head, "Alright i'm going to come over and cut you loose then you and I are gonna run like bats out of hell till we find a large tree, you are going to climb it while I use a special trick up my sleeve. Got it?"

"Yes ma'm!" Sandra mocked as I leapt out of bed and cut her loose.

Grabbing her hand we both crept silently towards the door and peered out. The coast looked clear so with a quick nod of my head the both of us did exactly what I said we would do. Run like bats straight out of hell.