OC Oneshots

Instincts (Barron x Leslie)

Leslie's POV             1800+ words

The sun was starting to go down and I couldn't find Barron. It was a blood moon and his werewolf instincts would kick in anytime soon. I had to get him into a large, metal cage so he couldn't hurt anyone. But I couldn't find him anywhere.

I searched our entire house and I was starting to worry. I couldn't let anything happen. It became my job to protect him and everyone the moment I became his boyfriend.

I began to look in the last place of the house - the basement. His cage was also down there so I hoped his instincts hadn't kicked in and he would be there waiting for me, like usual.

Fortunately, Barron was down there. Unfortunately, he has already transformed into a full werewolf. He was always part werewolf and had extra hair, wolf ears, and a tail. He was taller than usual as well. He had a full wolf face with a snout and extra sharp claws. He was completely covered in fur with only remnants of his clothes and bulging yellow eyes. He was standing in a corner of the basement, hunched over with his mouth open and saliva dripping down to the floor.

I noticed his fangs were sharper and longer than usual when he tried to lunge at me. I didn't know how to react to something like this. I had always gotten him into his cage on time and blood moons are really rare anyway.

I managed to dodge Barron's first attack but I don't know how much I'll be able to withstand. I didn't realize he had gotten behind me until there was a sharp, stabbing pain in my upper back. I screamed at the excruciating pain it caused.

I tried to run back up the stairs of the basement to avoid him, but it was harder than I had imagined. I felt my shirt sticking to my back from the blood leaking from the scratch wound. It hurt to move. I desperately hoped he hadn't scratched down to the bone and done permanent damage.

Barron growled at the sight of the blood on my shirt. I'm not sure if it was in sympathy, disgust, or because he realized did that, but he growled at the sight nonetheless. I almost whimpered at the the sound, but remembered that animals can smell fear.

I backed up into a corner and immediately regretted that decision. There was almost no way to escape this unless I jumped between his legs when he inevitably lunged at me.

This assumption was correct, but my timing wasn't. I hadn't been paying attention to what Barron was doing and he jumped on me when I wasn't looking. He had knocked me down onto the cold, concrete floor and put his weight on top of me, holding me down. I winced at the pain it was causing to my back.

I kicked and screamed, trying to wiggle my out from under him. It was no use. He was much heavier than me in this form and I couldn't just push him off.

My kicking gave me an idea, though. With this quick thinking, I kicked at the floor to try and shake the cage to create a noise distraction. Animals usual react to small noises, so this was the only way I would get him off me before I got my face ripped off.

I realized this worked when he stopped drooling on my face and turned his head in the direction of his cage. He slowly got off of me to examine the noise and I cautiously (and quietly) ran to the basement stairs.

I didn't have any obstacles in the way; the only things in the basement were lights and Barron's cage. I turned the doorknob on the basements door, which created a somewhat loud noise that Barron had heard. I flung the door open and ran through the house. This might cause the house to become destroyed, but it was better than me dying from my own werewolf boyfriend.

I heard the loud thumping of footsteps behind me and I tried to keep a steady running pace, dodging furniture along the way. I approached the kitchen and slammed the door behind me. This could give me an opportunity to make something for Barron to eat besides me.