Hey guys, the story is taking a crazy turn here, but I promise I have had this planned from the start. :D
"You have got to be freaking kidding me," I muttered. Trying to find my dog in the woods had turned into me getting hopelessly lost without my phone, and with my horrible sense of direction I was not finding my way back anytime soon.
Oh yes, it got even better. How? It started to get cloudy and misty. When the weather gets like this is when the coyotes and coy dogs come out from wherever they hide to hunt because their prey cannot smell them comming. I went through my list of curse words because none of them seemed appropriate for my situation.
Ducking under a fallen tree that was leaning against another something in the corner of of my eye caught my attention. Turning, I saw it again, only clearer.
There. Moving through the trees like a ghost was something canine.
"Shit, shit, shit," I went back to the leaning tree and pulled myself high up into it's strong branches. A coyote probably wouldn't try and eat something that could put up a fight, but I wasn't going to take any chances.
Suddenly, it appeared at the base of the tree. I screamed in surprise and held onto the tree with a death grip.
That was no coyote.
The creature that was staring at me silently fifteen feet below was about the size of a Bengal tiger, with the features of a coyote. I supposed it could be a mutant wolf, but it had big paws and ears and the clever eyes of a jackal...either way I was not coming down from that tree.
"You need to shoo, doggie," I told it, flapping a hand.
It cocked it's head and blinked its...blue...eyes. What the hell? They were very close to Adrian's eyes...too close.
I was lost in those eyes for only seconds before two gunshots went off, and the wolf's silver and black coat was painted scarlet.
The wolf howled, sending goosebumps up my arms and making my back muscles tighten. Leaving a trail of blood behind, the wolf took off deeper into the woods, and soon disappeared.
Strutting in from the direction of the gunshots was a guy, holding a thirty-eight revolver with at least an eight-inch barrel in one hand and a ripped t-shirt in the other.
I recognized the t-shirt, and as soon as I did my mind began to turn, faster and faster, but I could not accept the impossible, not yet at least. The shirt was Adrian's favorite Escape the Fate band tee, and at the sight of the torn cloth my heart clenched.
Still holding the revolver, the guy stared at me, "you had better come down, Princess."
"Who are you?" I demanded, fury building in my chest.
He grinned, and with his pale face and spiky black hair, it was frightening.
"Your real parents sent me for you."
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The Transfer Student
RomansWhat happens when your mom decides to have a transfer student live with you? Oh, he's cute all right, but Bella is not used to having to deal with teenage guys in her house, especially one like Adrian. With other girls in her school chasing after hi...
