Weeping Willow

Lost Girls Part One

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Chapter Nine – Lost Girls Part One

Willow continued to walk through the woods, tripping of roots and tree stumps in the process. As she got closer and closer the orangey yellow colour became more prominent and she could defiantly tell now that it was indeed a fire.

As she continued to get closer a breeze of wind blew across her face bringing with it the most horrendous stench she had ever smelt. She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth and felt her self gag slightly. Whatever it was, it was disgusting. It stank like charcoal. Like really sweet, acrid, lingers in-your-nose-forever charcoal. It was horrible. It smelt so strong that it was almost a taste. She felt seriously nauseated.

But Willow pressed on, keeping her hands over her mouth to block away the stink. She had gotten close enough and hid behind some trees and saw the fire and smell had gotten even worse. Her hands were not doing a very good job at keeping the horrible smell away from her nose and mouth.

Willow looked closer to the fire to see what was causing such an unpleasant odour and she was glad that she had her hand over mouth because it muffled back her scream.

They were bodies. Human bodies. That's what the smell was; burning human flesh. She felt the vomit in her throat and pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to stop herself from retching. She was sure she wouldn't be able to eat anything for a while.

Willow clamped her eyes and turned her back on the scene and leaned against a tree and breathed heavily. Then she heard it; a slurping sound. Will turned reluctantly and what she saw made her gasp. She saw a man hunched over a man's body, with the man's arm held up to his face. Whoever it was whipped around so fast it was a blur. And she knew immediately who it was; Damon Salvatore. No! He was locked up, Stefan said so.

Will stared wide eyed at him and saw the blood drip from his mouth and down his chin. Damon cocked his head to the side and stared at her. A malicious grin spread across her face and he looked at her with hungry eyes.

Not wasting any more time Willow turned and ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, making sure to watch where she was going so that she didn't trip and slow herself down. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears as she desperately tried to get away from him.

She was about to turn right which would lead to the new part of the cemetery and that would bring her closer to the exit, but as she was about to do this she skidded to a stop. Damon stood there, blocking her exist, with his arms folded and legs slightly apart as he stood staring at her.

Damon looked her over and she was only wearing short denim shorts only one flip-flop (she lost it while she was running) and a cardigan which wasn't buttoned up and he could see her flat stomach and her purple bikini. He liked what he was seeing, but he was seriously pissed at her for helping Stefan lock him up. She would pay no matter how hot she looked.

"Hey, Brown Eyes." He casually asked, "How've you been?"

Willow gulped as fear took over her. She took two steps back and shook her head slowly, her breathing was ragged. Damon began to stalk towards her and fake pouted, "Awe, no need to be so afraid. I just wanna drink your blood." He stated in an almost playful manner, but that just made her all the more afraid of her.

Suddenly, Damon pounced causing her to fall backwards on to the forest floor. It knocked the air out of her lungs and Damon roughly grabbed her face and turned it at an uncomfortable angle and she saw from the corner of her eye his face change; his eyes turned a bloody red colour, veins spread under them and his teeth. She saw them when he opened his mouth to bite her neck, but suddenly adrenaline kicked in and her hand searched the ground for something she could use as a weapon and she came across a large stick or small branch, but it was big enough to hurt someone. Will gripped it in her hand and just as he was about maul her neck she thrust the branch into his stomach.