I wake up sometime in the night with a splitting headache. Lights from nearby buildings flood into my room. I walked towards the window and peeked through the curtains. Its dark out, aside from all the lights the city produced.
My head continued pounding, and I decided it must be the stiff air of the room. I knew it would be a bad idea to go outside so late, so I chose to walk around the lobby. I change back into my jeans and slide on my tennis shoes.
I step out of my room, key card in my back pocket. I see a few woman in hardly any clothing walk down the hall facing away from me. I press the button to go down on the elevator. A few breaths later, it opens to reveal no other passengers. I step on and wait for the door to shut.
Once I've pressed the main level button, I listen to the hum of the elevator moving. The whirring of the cable wires producing a calming noise. It reaches a sudden stop and the doors open.
As I step out onto the main floor I'm instantly greeted with cool air. The woman at the front desk is different; a human. She offers me a small smile as I make my way around to the sitting area.
I rest my head in my hands. I take in deep breaths, calming my headache. I hear the constant ticking of a clock that hung on a wall somewhere near me. I let my mind focus on that for about about ten minutes before the pain is hardly noticeable.
I stand to leave, facing back towards the elevator, when I'm stopped in my tracks with a familiar feeling. A slight tingling in my fingers and toes, a heaviness in my chest, but no urge to howl. I felt my body being drawn out of the building, but I resisted. I stayed in my place, letting the tingling sensation fill my entire body. The draw felt stronger, and I wanted to give in. To follow the pull outside, where the air would be crisp and fresh.I pressed my hands to my head and forced my legs to move towards the elevator. I was inches away when I heard the familiar whirring and realized it was coming down. I was able to hear the thud of the elevator reaching a stop, before the doors slid open soundlessly.
I was greeted by a familiar face that belonged to a man. He had scraggly curly hair, and he was missing some teeth. The man from earlier looked up at me and smiled. I smiled the realest smile I could and stepped back to let him get through.
He started to walk off, but made a quick turn and grabbed my wrist. I take in a sharp breath and tried yanking my hand away. He was strong, but not as strong as I was. Or, i usually was. My hand was still tingling, and I had lost almost all of my feeling. I tried yanking away, but his grip was firm and didn't falter.
"Let me go." I growled. He smiled and started pulling me onto the elevator. I regained some of my feeling, and I was able to match his strength.
"Come on, your making this so hard." He said flicking his tongue around behind his missing teeth.
In one sudden burst of power, I pulled him towards me and kicked him in the groin. He doubled over with a groan, half on the elevator and half off. I turned and walked towards the door, hoping I could wait until he went back up to his room. However, I heard foot steps and turned to see him following me at an alarming pace.
I yelped and ran through the glass doors. I was greeted by the chilled air hitting my face and bare arms. I looked either way, and decided to run off to the right, where I could make a turn and hopefully lose him. The sound of my feet hitting the cement mixed with the engines of passing by cars drowned out my ears.
I turned to look and see if the man was still following me, and he was. About 5 feet away. I thought of how I could be faster and escape him, but the only thought would be to transform and I couldn't do that in a city full of humans. I pushed my limits and ran harder, making a quick turn around the corner.
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Luna
WerewolfShe couldn't change her fate, no matter how much she may have wanted to. Clara Montgomery, a seventeen year old werewolf's, soul belongs to the Luna Moon pack. For generations, her family has been in this pack. She wants to live on the legacy as the...