Selenophobia (Teen Wolf/Vampire Diaries) [1]

The One With The Serial Killers

Running would be a great idea.

At least, that's what I told myself before I left the house.

That's not what I'm telling myself now.

I'm in the middle of the woods, totally lost, dehydrated and a little chilly. The wind starts to pick up, blowing my ponytail in my face. I spit out a couple pieces that stuck to my lips and crouch down, breathing heavily. I am so out of shape.

I try to distract myself by studying my surroundings. The trees are actually quite beautiful, and I can't help but smile. As much as I loved my city, nothing could beat the great outdoors. My dad used to take me camping when I was little and teach me basic survival skills. I wonder if Mom and Scott would be there if we hadn't left. Suddenly I want to cry. I want to scream at the world at the broken past I call my life. Screaming in the middle of the woods might not be the greatest idea, so instead I opt for the next best thing.

I run.

When I eventually stop in a small clearing, I notice three things.

One, it's much colder out.

Two, I'm still hopelessly lost.

And three, there's a man standing ten feet in front of me.

I squeal out in surprise, wanting to scream, but nothing comes out.

He's young, definitely early twenties, with black hair that sweeps over his forehead. He's wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath, and I'm about to ask him what funeral he just came back from when I see his face. He's pale, paler than I am, sporting a devilish smirk and serial killer eyes.

He's super hot.

Super creepy.

But super hot.

I feel my breath hitch at the back of my throat as I fight for what to say. Why am I cursed with getting tongue tied around incredibly gorgeous boys? I take a step back, my foot step on a twig and cracking it. The sound brings me out of my reverie. I suddenly remember where I am: the middle of the woods with a creepy (but hot!) man dressed in black. Who also appeared out of nowhere.

The guy tilts his head a bit, and I see his eyes assess my body. Not in a checking-me-out-because-he-finds-me-attractive sort of way, but checking-me-out-because-he-finds-me-tasty sort of way. I'm half afraid that he's going to eat me.

"Hello miss, what are you doing out in these parts of the woods?"

I open my mouth and then close it again, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. His voice is silky, enticing almost, and I can barely respond. "I-I went for a run. And got lost." I add sheepishly.

If possible, his smirk grew wider. "You must be new around here."

"How can you tell?" I force a smile.

"Because everybody knows not to come to this part of the forest." If possible, his smirk grows wider, becoming even more devilish. My eyes widen in terror and I take another step back and turn, preparing to run, when I see the other guy.

"Damon." The voice is strong and fierce, and suddenly I'm not sure who I'm more afraid of. The second man just entered the clearing behind me, decked out in almost the same outfit as the first guy. Black jeans, black leather jacket, same serial killer eyes. He looks to be around the same age as the first guy.

This guy has black hair, with perfectly chiseled cheekbones that make me blush harder.

Damn it, why do the creepy guys have to be so hot?