Hello! I got reads! And Votes! And Comments! And No Hatemail . . . Yet! YAYYY!!!!! I was so happy I ran around doing the 'I like to Move It Dance', singing 'Mmm-Mmm Said the little green frog one day . . .' And signing snail on speed to my frenemies . . . Hee hee. Anyway, I'm dedicating this to chezza1996 because her comment helped make me crazy happy and I dedicated the last chapter to bryanie1996 for the same reason. Okay, I need chocolate so I'll stop this Wattpad ramble and let you get on to reading this story.
Oh . . . And one more thing . . . I failed self defence classes because I kept yelling random things like "Space Invaders!" So I have no clue about anything self defency or fighty or whatever. This is why I didn't put my story up in the action section. Forgive me my lack of knowledge and ENJOY!!!!!!
This is as dark as it will get. Read to the end, please!
Song now added!
CHAPTER TWO
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
~ Adele, Rolling in the Deep
ARIANNA'S POV
Well . . .
Hmmm . . .
What do I do now?
I mean, I'm in New York, I've found a cheap motel for the night, I had a McDonalds for dinner so I'm not hungry and it's now to late at night to try finding a job. And I'll need a mobile to contact employers with. D*mn.
My plan to do a tiny bit of sight seeing failed as I couldn't find anything and seemed to be walking aimlessly around run down backstreets. I'm pretty sure I should be avoiding dark alleyways at night, in movies don't they always have mad axeman in them or something? Whatever. I was under the same training program as the rest of my pack, I mean my old pack, and so I could take any human easily. If they're a Supernatural though I'm screwed.
I don't think the Supernaturals go into petty muggings and stuff though anyway. We tend to do that 'Old Money and Family Legacy' thing. Even me. I have a bank account worth just under a million pounds as soon as I unlock it, but I want to keep it for a rainy day . . . Hmmm . . . Actually, tomorrow would probably be a good day to sort it out so I have enough money to buy a small flat or something so I have a home.
This is not what I was planning to do today. At all. This morning I had no idea I'd fall in love, with a total jerk who I'm pretty sure I also hate, and get rejected, leave everything and become a runaway and finally find myself wondering through dark alleyways at night in a strange place worrying about what I plan to do tomorrow. I'll have to enroll in school again at somepoint and how can I do that if I'm not, in the Mortal World, legally allowed to be here without a guardian?
Oops. I'm mind babbling, again. That's not good. Do sane people do that? Am I insane now? Huh, I guess after the day I've had . . . What am I on about? All I did was recognise the douche as my mate. I didn't actually start the process of bonding at all so I'll get over it as you would a crush . . . Not that I've ever had a crush but . . .
Wow. I really need to stop mind babbling.
I looked around and noticed with shock I was even more lost than I originally thought I would be. Huh. Well, that's not exactly good news . . .
I suddenly felt myself slam against a brick wall and tensed myself to fight. I wasn't on home turf anymore, and was free to defend myself physically, if not magically. The electric feel of my powers flickered beneath my skin, making me feel like I was on the brink of an explosion, but I knew from experience the bracelet around my right wrist stopped me from using even a sliver of magic to help me.
My attacker was large, and male. I'm considered to be quite short, but I know people who are a h*ll of a lot shorter so it doen't bother me. I can still fight and at this moment in time that's all that matters. He smelled strongly of alcohol and wet dog.
Wet Dog?
Sh*t.
He was a Wolf.
“Shouldn't all the good girls be home at this time of night?” he growled into my skin as he sniffed his pray. I couldn't recognise his voice so I tried something I wouldn't have bothered with in my old life.
My scream ripped through the air.
“B*tch!” He slammed my head against the wall again, hard, and I could feel a warm patch as I started to bleed.
I grapped one of his hands, stopping it from roaming around my body, and twisted until he winced. Using that spare time I began to run away from him as fast as I could.
Did I mention that Wolves are super fast? I screamed as he grabbed me and forced me to the floor. I whimpered as I struggled against him, aware it was totally futile but still fighting just because if I didn't, I'd be just as weak as I was in my old life, and I never had a chance of happiness because of it.
My attacker was on top of me, his slimy mouth kissing up my neck slobbily, like a dog licks but ten times grosser and a hole tonn more terrifying.
Isn't there a word I should be screaming at this point in time? Errr . . .
“RAPE!” I screamed. The hum of magic was stronger than it had ever been, adreneline and fear making it roar beneath my skin, eager for escape.
I gasped as my shirt was ripped open and finally shut up and stopped resisting, feeling the numbness from my head injury stop me from trembling as I became less and less aware of the world around me.
A weight was lifted off me and there was the sound of a Wolf's growl vibrating in my ears. I winced, remebering the sound as something to fear, but not sure how I knew to fear it or why I feared as my vision started to go and my grasp on conciousness began to slip.
“Sh*t. Are you alright?” The voice was laced with concern but it still felt calming, safe. I tried to reply but I couldn't remember how to move my lips or speak so instead I just let the blackness swallow me whole.
* * * * *
Her savior wasn't sure what to do with either the unconscious girl or the body of the now dead Wolf who attacked her. Actually, he was only clear on one thing: If she didn't get medical attention pretty d*mn soon she'd die.
She was pretty, even covered in bruises and blood, and young. Her eyes were closed and he could see the tears that hung of lusciously long eyelashes and fell into thin streams on those pale cheeks. Her lips were slightly blushed with colour and her wild mane of chocolate brown hair fanned around her. She looked like a porcelain doll, fragile.
Sighing and cursing under his breath he picked up Dollface as if she were the weight of a feather and began to carry her to his home, the Pack House. He knew she would get the necessary medical attention there and he could clean up the dead body later before filing an official report.
Still. He hoped to h*ll that she wasn't as human as she seemed because with the headache she'd get from that nasty injury when she woke up the P.S.-You're-chillin'-with-Supernaturals thing might be slightly too much to handle.
D*mn. What the h*ll was he doing?
I promise no more rape!!! See you soon!!!
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