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Beware the Big Bad Wolf part 3

"Let us be together forever, Lily!" Edward whispered to me as we cuddle on the edge of a cliff. I leaned into his side perfectly content, that is until I remembered as certain witch. "What about that witch Isabella? Certainly you have said similar things to her as well?" I pulled away from him as I slowly stood and adjusted my skirts.

"She is nothing but a I little girl fooled into thinking I'm a vampire. You know what I truly am. Isn't that enough to prove that you are my everything?" He too stood as he spoke.

"How am I to know if what you claim is true? I'm never seen your other form so how am I supposed to believe you when you outright stated that you are deceiving women. How do I know you're not doing the same to me?"

"If showing you is what it takes for you to believe my words then I shall because you are my all, my everything, my love and I will do anything to prove myself." Edward proclaimed passionately as he slowly began to shimmer and transform. Where a supposed sparkling vampire once stood there now was a man/ duck hybrid.

It wasn't long before a line of dancing marshmallows circled around him declaring him their king. He was a big softy after all so it didn't come as much of a surprise. He never got a chance to answer though because the marshmallows turned towards me and grew in size.

"HOW DARE YOU EAT OUR BRETHREN? WE'LL PAY YOU IN KIND FOR YOUR CRIMES!" The now giant marshmallows shouted angrily.

"NO! DON'T EAT ME!" I screamed as I woke up to an unfamiliar room. I tried to sit up but was wrapped up in someone's arms being held against their chest. What the heck? Where am I? I looked around the room that was clearly not my own. I wiggled around a bit to see if I could escape whoever was holding me but they only tightened their grip and pulled me closer. "Cant-breathe, world-getting- darker."

The second time I woke up I was in a different room, this one resembling a doctor's office much unlike the dark bedroom I was in before. This time there was no one holding me in a death grip so I had a chance to sit up and observe my surroundings. It seemed my doctors' office remark was not far off, there were a couple of beds separated by curtains and I could see a sink with what appeared to be medical equipment beside it. Oh no! What if they were going to experiment on me first to try and make me taste better?!

No sooner did I think it, a man in a white coat and the puke eyed werewolf walked in.

"I'm not going to taste good I promise! You're just wasting your time!" I blurted out in hopes to prevent myself from being eaten. I think I heard the puke eyed werewolf say "what is it with her and being eaten?" but I couldn't be too sure. He could have said "As an appetizer I want a sandwich." I scooted back on the bed on the process making my shirt ride up. How did I end up in a man's t-shirt?

"MINE!" He shouted at the doctor taking multiple steps towards me causing me to cringe back in fear. I pushed myself as far back as possible until hitting the head board; he was at my side by then. As he reached out towards me I whimpered in fear scooting away. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"But you are a humanitarian! Of course you'll hurt me!" He stared at me confused.

"Aren't humanitarians supposed to help people?" The doctor interrupted.

"No, humanitarians are people who eat people like how vegetarians only eat vegetables." I explained.

"No sweetie that's a cannibal." Mr. Puke eyed werewolf whose name I've yet to learn growled at the doctor when he said that. I guess he doesn't like it when he gets called the wrong name, who would?

"I apologize, Alpha." The doctor said with his head bowed in respect. Wait a second! Did he just say Alpha?! Oh no, I'm screwed! I've been kidnapped by an Alpha! Run for your lives! Metaphorically speaking of course, since I'd never actually make it if I ran. Alphas are naturally stronger and faster than normal werewolves, which are already stronger and faster than me to begin with so I didn't really stand a chance. This was going to have to be a battle of wits. Well, let the war begin, Mr. Alpha.