Not Quite Human

Chapter 3

Alora sat in her car, in her driveway. She wondered if she really wanted to try to do it. She looked at the time. If she wanted to be on time she had to leave.

Alora backed out of her driveway and headed back to the bar. As she drove she looked at all the other drivers. They didn't know what she was going to do. She looked at her phone. She wanted to tell Liza but was to afraid that she would get hurt.

She parked in front of the bar. Nervously she stepped out onto the sidewalk. She looked around but no one was there with her. The bar was closed and would open in a few hours. She bit her lip and looked around again. Something felt off around here.

She slowly walked to the alleyway. It was dark the only light around was a street light across the road. She stood at the entrance of the alleyway, peering into the darkness

"Hello?" She asked, keeping a strong voice.

Her eyes adjusted to the light and then she saw it. The wolf thing from before was at the end of the alley. She looked at it silently. It had large gashes across it's eyes, blinding it.

She took a step back. It was a stupid idea to come. She turned to run but then someone wrapped their arms around her stomach tightly. She could tell it was a male by his hands, his breath, his overall approach.

Alora kicked his legs but he didn't even flinch. He turned and pressed his back against the wall of the bar.

"Get off me you-" she started. He coved her mouth with his hand. He pulled her against him and she glared up at him. Her head came to his shoulders. She was 5'10 and he looked no older than 17. Tall for his age.

She tried to pull away. She tried to move or run anything. She couldn't move. This guy wasn't even 18 and he was abnormally strong.

She stopped moving altogether when she heard a low growl. Yep.. kidnaper was better than the wolf thing. She saw the beast pass by them slowly.

Then it was gone. The guy loosed his grip and uncovered her mouth. She pushed off him and started to run but he grabbed her arm. His grip was tight and there was no way she was getting out of it.

He pushed her against the wall quickly. He placed him hands just above her shoulders. She tried to push past him but he stopped her each time.

"Now listen here, you-" Alora started

"Shut up." He growled and looked down into her eyes. Alora closed her mouth and looked at his face. He looked 18. His jawline was defined, his hair black and messy. She looked at his eyes. They were green? They where but they both had a brown ring in the middle of the green following the shape of the pupil.

"Who are you?" She asked harshly. She knew this wasn't the man who called her. He voice was too different.

"Name's Ax." He said. "Now, you're coming with me." He said coldly.

"No way! I don't even know you! Now back up!" She said clenching her fist. He didn't move.

"Now look. I just saved you from one one the
Wolves. So how about you be thankful and come happily with me." He offered.

"That wasn't a wolf!" She said.

He groaned. "They didn't tell me you where stubborn. Don't make me knock you out."