Beauty and The Vampire

Werewolf

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"I have a proposition."

I clutched the keys in my hands, mentally begging for a miracle that this isn't some crazy criminal. I knew that I was stupid to think that maybe this guy would help me just because he tried to intervene my whipping session. However I knew that wasn't the only reason. He was familiar, and I was itching to found out why. 

"You want my help don't you?" He asked, crossing his arms, a foot away from the bars. 

"Yes," I said, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. The clock was ticking and we had about five minutes now, give or take. 

He nodded his head. "I'll help."

I lifted my chin up in a bold manner. "How do I know that I can trust you?"

He lifted his eyebrow, "You're here aren't you?" 

Within the next second I was unlocking the chains around the bars, but he made no move forward. "Come on we don't have much time!" I yelled at his hesitation. 

"The bars," he looked towards the bars, "I can't touch them, they are laced with wolfsbane." 

I pushed open the bars, putting my weight behind it when I noticed that they were more heavier than I was expecting. He gripped them, helping me slightly despite hearing the sizzling of his skin as he touched them. 

He was a wolf then...

Once their was enough space for him to squeeze through, he wasted no time in grabbing my wrist and running out the tunnel leading to the back entrance. I knew once we were there we would be safe from the vampires, until we crossed the cliff. Then we were on our own. 

His grip was tight, but I kept my lips sealed not finding this the time to complain. He kept a fast pace, and if it wasn't for his hold I was have stumbled and fell behind. 

I observed his muscles clenching and relaxing with each step, not even breaking a sweat and I remembered the chestnut glow his eyes had the week prior. My mind kept going back to the wolf that I met my first night here, and I knew it had to be him. 

We reached the bars I came through, and I felt my determination fall when I failed to think of how he was going to get out. Yes, I was skinny enough to go through the bars just as how I came in, but...I raked my eyes over his muscular physique. Yeah there was no way he was going to do that. 

His chested heaved up and down as he looked at our predicament. His flicked back and forth, and without another word, he looked at me with a grim expression. 

"We are going to have to go through the front entrance," he said with a low, masculine grunt. 

"B-but," I stuttered in fear, "We don't have time. The guard we be there by the time we get back."

He looked into my eyes, his eyes softening at my fear. "It's okay. I'll just have to take him." He started to walk back, ready for the fight. 

I pulled at his shoulder, "You're crazy if you think you can take them!" My voice raising in a frantic plea for him to change his mind. I remembered, feeling a stinging pain on my neck, remembering the vampire sinking his teeth into my neck, just a sip away from killing me. Then the pain spread to my back, remembering each lash, the sound of the whip echoing in my ears. 

He shook my shoulders, lowering his height to mine, peering into my eyes in worry. "Hey," he cooed in a light whisper, "Everything will be okay."