Bloody Paws

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Cara drove me to my apartment and we chatted the whole way. I didn't think I could get along with someone who I used as an escape from being eaten alive but life was funny like that. She also had the cute amulet hanging from her rearview mirror, it reminded me of my Gran. It was deep red with gold flecks in it, the amulet reminded me of Cara's hair. 

 I asked her where she got it and she said antique store near Trinity. My Gran loved that old junk shop, Cara never met my Gran though. Speaking about my grandmother put an ache in my chest but I quickly pushed it away. I didn't want to deal with it right now because that meant accepting something I wasn't ready to accept.

Cara pulled up to my building and parked the car.

"You good?" she asked me.

"Sure."

"That guy doesn't know where you live does he?"

"Well I would hope not but he doesn't want to mess with me. I have a taser." I said jokingly.

Cara smiled, "Okay, here is my number though..." she found a pen and an old receipt, jotting down her number.

"Thanks." I said and took the receipt from her hand.

I opened the door and exited the gas-efficient machine. Cara waiting until I got to the stairs and drove off at a reasonable speed. What rule follower that one seemed to be. 

I took the stairs two at a time, eager to lock my door behind me. It wasn't even noon yet but I was already exhausted mentally.

I opened my door, shutting it then locking every lock for good measure. I immediately went to the bathroom ready to take a hot shower.

Striping my clothes off I turned the shower on. When it was hot enough I jumped in letting the water scald my skin, forfeiting thoughts about the last few days completely.

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I took the longest shower I had in awhile, the water turned cold on me and that is what finally forced me out.

After dressing myself in a black top and skinny jeans I went to my kitchen for a snack.

As I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I heard a knock at the door. I instantly tensed, naturally I would think it was Darren but my gut was saying it wasn't. 

I went to the knife drawer and pulled out a huge knife like you see killers use on TV. The next knock was pounding and it didn't let up. The pounding got harder and harder until there was a crack left in the door. 

Phone! I ran across the living room to my bag that was still on the floor from a few nights ago. I searched frivolously for my phone and found it.

Jack! I dialed his number.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Come on!" I yelled.

The intruder was now hitting where the crack was making the crack longer.

"Hello?" Jack said. He sounded worn out.

"Jack help please! I'm at my apartment and someone is bashing through the door!" I yelled.

The intruder kicked the door wide open and it fell in three pieces on the floor.

I dropped the phone and stood up. There was no way Jack could make it here in time so I would have to fight or die.

The intruder walked in and it was the guy from campus.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"What the fuck do you want?" I yelled at him.

"Oh princess, that is so very rude." He moved towards me and I put the knife between us.

"Back the fuck up creep!" I yelled. He kept walking towards me, so I tried to run around the other side of the couch. Before I could make it halfway he pushed me from behind. 

I fell flat on my face dropping the knife. It skidded a few feet in front of me and I scrambled on my hands and knees to get to it.

"Not so fast." The man said. He grabbed one of my feet and started pulling me towards him. I turned on my back and let my free foot fly forward, connecting with his face.

"Bitch!" he cursed but He didn't let go. He grabbed my by my shoulders and picked me up.

"You're going to pay for that!" he said then through me against the wall that was five feet behind me. I heard my head crack against it and I fell downward. Luckily he threw me by the knife. Even though there was piercing pain in my skull, I picked up the knife and held it by my side.

Creepy stalked towards me and he need me by the shoulders again. I guess he didn't see the knife or didn't care but I brought it up and straight into his stomach. He reaction was a hiss and he tossed me again, over the couch and onto the broken door.

"Fuck you." I spat as I tried to get back up. Blood was pouring from my ears and mouth. I was also pretty sure I dislocated my shoulder.

"Plenty of time for that but Travis would like to meet you first." Creepy replied.

He grabbed me by my shoulder and tossed me over his own shoulder.

I was fucking being abducted. I kicked and started to scream. He threw me back down on the floor hard. So hard that the breath was knocked from my lungs and I thought I would never breathe again.

"Make another fucking sound bitch and I'll make you regret it." He sneered into my face.

"I don't negotiate with terrorist!" I said thrusting my good arm forward. Leave it to me to still be sarcastic in the face of death. 

He caught my arm and his eyes started to glow red. He drew his hand back and claws started to form at the end of his fingertips, validating that he indeed was a wolf.

"Too bad." He said.

I closed my eyes as he brought his hand down in a swinging arc. But I didn't feel it make contact because instead it fell near my head with a thump. Someone had ripped that arm completely off!

I heard his screams before I could register what really was happening. I forced my eyes to see what was going on in front of me. The severed hand was so close to my face I could lick it.

"Ew, gross." I said aloud.

I looked over and a very pissed off Darren was ripping the creepy guy to shreds. Jack started to help me into a sitting position but I kept staring at Darren.

Covered in the other wolf's blood, Darren turned to face me. His eyes were glowing a golden color and his canines were extended. Claws sprouted down his hands and I knew he was more wolf than anything else in that moment.

Jack tried to get me to stand but I groaned in pain. Darren shot daggers at our contact and Jack hesitantly stepped away. What a dick! I could barely stand and Darren was jealous.

Darren angrily walked over to me and grabbed me by the waist roughly.

"Mine!" he growled.

He grabbed my shirt collar and yanked it down, exposing my throat. He went in and bit down hard.

"Get off of me!" I yelled. What a jerk! He was biting me and I was already bleeding all over the place. 

"Mine!" he growled into my neck.

I severely pissed him off but I didn't care because I let myself collapse and let myself pass out from all the pain.