Phychopath

.15

   "I've been watching you from the very beginning, the moment i saw your car drive up the mountain i knew something was going to happen" he tells me.

"Can you help me, my sister, and friend get off this mountain?" I ask.
"There's a radio tower on the peak of the mountain, i'll bring you to it, you can radio a SOS signal and a helocopter can pick you guys up" he answers.

"Why cant you come to?" I ask.
He chuckles.
"I've lived on the mountain since i was a baby, i don't plan on letting the werewolves have this mountain" he states.

"Lets go" he tells me as we start walking.
"You still look freezing" he states.
"Thanks for stating the obvious, i lost my jacket back there when i fell in a pool of blood" i reply.

Edward grabs me and pushes me against the tree while putting his hand over my mouth.
"Shhh" he whispers quickly as i squirm.
I look over and i see the werewolf that killed Peter and most of everyone walk by while dragging Dalton to the way we came.
The werewolf stops and sniffs the air.

"It can smell the blood on you" Edward whispers.
The werewolf growls then keeps walking.
"Come on" he mutters as he pulls me in to a quick pace.
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"Wash up, we cant go anywhere if you reak of blood, the entire pack will kill you" Edward states as i cup my hands and throw freezing cold water against my face.
"I cant wash up in a freezing three inch creek" i reply with annoyance.

"You're going to have to deal with it, its too dangerous to walk around without the clean smell of running spring water" he responds.

"Fine, turn around" i order
"Why?" He asks.
"Cause i need to clean my soaked with blood tank top" i answer with irritation.
He snorts and turns around so he cant see me.
I pull my tank top off that was glued to my skin.
I submerge it with water and i watch as all the blood float down the water.
"How old are you?" Edward asks while i wash up.

"Twenty one" i answer.
"You?" I add.
"Twenty four" he states.

I pull on my soaked tank top and i nod in satisfaction.
"Lets go" i tell him.
He nods and we start hiking up the mountain when we hear a loud howl come from near by.
"We need to hide now!" He mutters.
He grabs my hand and bursts in to a run.
He brings me to the bottom of a cliff side where vines covered the base.

"What are we doing?!" I whisper to him quickly.
He pushes the vines aside to reveal an old wooden door.
He unlatchs the door and pulls me inside.
To my astonishment it was like a living quarters.

It was a cave with gas lamps.
A cot was pushed to one of the ends.
"Home sweet home" he mutters as he locks the door with about six different locks.

"How can you live in this?" I murmur.
"I make do, that door over there leads to the mining shafts where i memorized all the narrow paths and holes to your death" he explains.

"I heard the bats and knew something disturbed them, see the werewolves hate enclosed spaces, their claustaphobic" he tells me.

"So theres a pack?" I ask.
He shrugs.
"Seems like it, but theres always that one loner that likes to kill like its a game, it toys with its victims, its prey. Make them scared before it kills them" he tells me.