Crankgameplays Imagines

Moonlight

~ Ethan's POV ~

I wake up in a cold sweat, my body trembling, and my chest heaving as I sit bolt upright in bed. Last night was rough, I remind myself, using that thought to bring my heart rate back to normal. You'd think after so many years I'd get used to this, but I still have to remind myself of the events of the night before in order to calm myself down. However, even after regaining control of my breathing, the hairs at the back of my neck are still standing up on end, and Im still on full alert. This cant be good. Reaching for my phone, I see that I have no notifications, and my blood runs cold. It's 6am, and (Y/N) still hasnt texted me to say that she got home from that party last night. She's not usually one for parties, and she was anxious about attending last night, so I reassured her that I'd talk to her once she got home, and she said she'd text me as soon as she was at her door. Could she have just forgotten? I'd better make sure she's safe. That thought rotates around my head, repeating itself like a mantra as I rush to get dressed and dash out of the front door of my apartment building.

Perhaps she got drunk, one of her friends took her home and she just collapsed on her bed, or maybe she stayed the night at a friend's house, Im sure she's fine. But if she was, I'd feel a lot more in control of my body temperature. My pace quickens as I catch sight of her front door, and once I reach it, I gently knock my knuckles against the wood.
No response.
I ring the doorbell, which I know is absurdly loud from inside her home.
Nothing.
My nerves getting the better of me, I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial her number. I didnt want to call her, in case she was asleep, but there's no way she'd sleep through that doorbell. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity, before I hear her voice, and my heart leaps, until I realise it's her answer machine. Shoving my phone back inside my pocket, I take off running towards the party venue, following her scent to figure out the exact route she took.

I reach the bar where the party was held, and the place is dead, everyone must have already gone home. My head darts to the left as her scent hits me from another direction, stronger this time, and I break into a sprint, following the route she began to walk home. Her scent is the only one on this part of the street, meaning she was walking alone, and I can tell from how her scent trial wobbles unevenly that she was intoxicated, who let her walk home alone while drunk!?! When I round a corner, several other scents, or I should say stenches, add to her trail, smelling distinctly male, and drenched in alcohol. My blood boils, and I continue sprinting down the trail, until it stops suddenly, and before I can even question where to go next, I hear male laughter coming from my left. Turning towards the sound, I see a group of men huddled around something, or someone. My eyes lock onto a pair of red heels, and my hands clench into fists at my sides, I'd recognise her favourite pair of shoes anyway.
"Get the fuck away from her!" I bark, and my unexpected outburst causes all four of the men to jump back in surprise, revealing my sweet (Y/N), lying mangled on the concrete floor of the alleyway, the bottom of her dress covered in mud, and pulled up to her waist.
Each individual piece of scum turns to face me, and I make sure to lock onto every single one, because this will not be the last time I see them. A low growl erupts in my throat, and the monsters laugh, until they see my eyes flash yellow, and their laughter quickly fades out.
"Yo man, we were just havin' a little fun with our new lady friend, no harm done!" One of them speaks up, before laughing nervously, while gingerly stepping away from me, not knowing how to react to the sudden flicker of colour he just saw in my eyes.
"Get. The FUCK. Away. From her. Now!" I bellow, my vocal chords transitioning without my control, adding a low rumble to my every word.
The pieces of scum slowly back away from her with their hands up by their heads, and my eyes flash yellow again, this time they dont change back, and the guys shout in confusion before stumbling down the alleyway. My gaze fixes back on (Y/N), and in an instant Im kneeling at her side, gently lifting her limp head with my hand. Her eyes are barely open, but she still smiles at me.
"Ethan, I missed you!" Her words are slurred, and considering the amount of bruises and cuts I can see on her body, Im glad of her intoxication, hopefully she's in less pain.
"I missed you too baby." I tell her in a soft voice as I pull out my phone and call an ambulance.
"What happened? It's so dark here, I can barely see. How are your eyes doing that?" (Y/N) asks me in drunk confusion.
Instead of answering her questions, I talk to the emergency services over the phone, while absentmindedly playing with her hair. The sooner she's safe in a hospital, the sooner I can pay each of those fuckers a visit.