The Woods

04

04

The next night, Corrine was sitting in Thalia's dorm, applying makeup to her face.

"Why do I have to go?" She whined, dropping her mascara tube onto the floor.

"Because you need to get out more often," Thalia argued, glancing at her own dress in the mirror. "Trust me, you'll have fun."

Corrine sighed as they walked across campus to fraternity row, but she self-consciously pulled at the hem of her skirt.

"Stop that!" Thalia scolded, slapping the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry," Corrine muttered, dropping her hand. She wasn't used to going out as often as Thalia did, so dressing up was not her forte.

When they arrived at the frat house, she could hear the loud pounding bass emitting from the house.

"C'mon," Thalia urged, grabbing her arm. "Let's get inside!"

Corrine let herself become a human rag doll and was dragged around the the dance floor.

After about maybe ten minutes of dancing, Thalia leaned close to her ear to speak. "I'm gonna go get a drink, want anything?"

Corrine shook her head. "Nah, I'm good."

A couple minutes later, she got bored and decided to wander around the house.

She looked at some of the pictures hanging on the walls, and her eyes widened.

There was a stuffed wolf's head nailed to the wall.

She looked around, but it seemed like she was the only one that noticed.

Corrine took a look at the walls and there was a black and white picture of the men in the fraternity holding guns, and under the photo it read: 1937, The First Hunt.

Backing up slowly, she bumped into someone, making her swivel around.

A guy was standing behind her, a grin on his face.

"Hey, you taking a look at our pictures?" He stepped next to her, glancing at the wall. "Impressive, huh?"

"Yeah, it is. Do you guys hunt?" She questioned, glancing at him.

"Only when we need to," he answered cryptically.

"Here," he said, placing something in her palm with a smirk. "You'll feel much better."

She looked at her hand and a bright green pill was in her palm.

Looking up to give it back, she scrunched her eyebrows to see him not there. Strange.

The same moment she turned her head, Corrine saw Roman, followed by a group of men close behind him.

She looked at the pill in her hand, and without hesitation, she shoved the pill in her mouth.

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Corrine looked at the dance floor, her vision blurred as she watched the people danced.

They all were body to body, and she watched as a girl leaned over to grind against the body.

She felt a burning sensation in between her legs and she slowly moved towards the dance floor.

Standing alone, she started to sway her hips. Her body felt like it was on fire, and it felt as if no one could satisfy her.

A guy came from behind her and grabbed her waist, and they danced together for a minute before Corrine pushed him away.

"No," she slurred, pushing him away. "Not enough."

She stumbled away from him and the dance floor and into the kitchen, looking for another drink.

Her body felt hot and she thought a drink would help her out. She leaned over the counter and picked up a bottle of whiskey.

"What are you doing?" Shivers ran down her spine as she heard the deep voice in her ears.

She shakily turned around to face Roman. "I-I'm getting a drink."

He moved towards her and plucked the bottle out of her hand. "Let me pour it for you."

Corrine took in a sharp intake of breath when her skin brushed his.

He took a red solo cup and poured the ember liquid.

Handing it to her, his hand accidentally brushed her forearm, causing her to moan.

Roman stiffened and looked at her, confused. To test the waters, he firmly placed a hand on her shoulder.

Her knees buckled, and a burning need for him coursed through her veins.

Catching her, he made her look into his eyes.

"Corrine," the way he said her name gave her shivers, "did you take something?"

"No," she slurred breathlessly, her pupils dilated.

"Are you sure?" He knew that she took something, he just needed to know what.

She shook her head with a wide smile, but then froze. "Fuck, wait. I did. There was some bright green pill that was going around."

Roman widened his eyes and cursed. "Shit. Atricodium."

"What's that?" She wondered aloud.

He sighed. "It's a strong drug that increases sexual desire."

Increases sexual desire for werewolves, Roman added in his head, not wanting to scare her.

"So…" she looked up at him through her long lashes. "Why don't we do some bad things, then?"

That statement was enough to get his dick jumping.

He wanted to do bad things, he did. But he came here tonight for a reason, and he couldn't be distracted.

"I can't right now," he told her, unwrapping his arms from around her.

"C'mon, Roman," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. "you know you want to. I'll let you do anything you want to me."

She trailed her tongue up the side of his neck and softly bit his earlobe.

All of a sudden, she was in his arms, being walked over to a door.

She blinked and took in her surroundings. They were in a bathroom.

He picked her up and placed her in the bathroom sink.

"I'm gonna give you something that should satisfy you for now, okay?" He told her, behind over.

Corrine was about to ask what, but her words died on her tongue. His lips was caressing her thighs.

He swiftly spread her legs apart and kissed up her inner thigh slowly.

Roman's nose took in a deep inhale. And he sighed. "You smell so good."

She moaned and squirmed in anticipation.

"Shh, baby," he murmured. "I want you to feel the most pleasure you've ever felt in your life."

He placed a kiss over the thin cloth of her panties, feeling how wet she was.

"Damn," he whispered, pulling her underwear down and hiking up her dress.

Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue into her.

Corrine groaned out in pleasure, and she gripped the edge of the sink. His tongue trailed up and his mouth settled on her clitoris.

Her fingers found their way in his hair and she wrapped her legs around his neck.

"Roman!" She cried out, her walls convulsing. She felt an orgasm coming, but Roman wasn't finished just yet.

He slid his two fingers inside her and she gasped and threw her head back in bliss.

"Not enough," she choked out, her forehead slightly coated in sweat. "I need you inside me, now."

Roman knew he was running short on time, and that the next morning she would only remember a blur of events. Atricodium was a mix of an aphrodisiac and a roofie, except you didn't completely forget the events.

"I can't," he told her, standing up. "I have to go."

It almost physically hurt him to say those words, but he came to the fraternity house tonight for a reason.

"You're just gonna leave me here?" She asked, gaping at him.

"Sorry, but I have to," he told her, slipping through the door.

Corrine stared at the door in disbelief, now completely sober. Did he just go down on her, and then leave her in a fraternity house bathroom?

A banging on the door knocked her into reality. "Dude, open up, I gotta take a piss!"

She hopped off the counter angrily and yanked her panties back on.

Opening the door, she shoved past the guy, and made her way towards the door.

She opened it, not even bothering to find Thalia before she left, and started her trek back to her apartment.

"That fucking dickhead!" She yelled out in frustration, running a hand through her hair.

As she walked onto the dimly lit path, she tripped over a tree root and fell over.

She froze and looked at her surroundings. There was not a tree in sight.

Slowly and cautiously, her eyes trailed to the object next to her foot and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Unmoving eyes were looking at her. The person's body was mangled and scratched up, almost as if he were attacked. 

She then realised that there were bodies all around the grass, littered and all presumably dead.

Corrine stumbled up and shuffled through her clutch to find her phone.

"911 Emergency?" The person picked up.

"Um, there's a group of bodies scattered in a field where my college is!" She yelled into the receiver, her heart beating on overdrive.

Her eyes scanned over the bodies, and she identified one of them as they guy who gave her the green pill. Hadn't he just been alive and healthy a mere half hour ago?

Corrine spoke numbly to the dispatcher and she sat on the bench with her eyes shut tightly.

All of this reminded her of the way her parents died.

Hearing the police sirens made her finally look up, and a team of officers ran onto the scene.

"We're so sorry you had to see this, ma'am," the chief of police told her.

"Yeah," she murmured, "me too."