My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)

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"One."
"Excuse me?"
"Two."
If you think you can just-"
"Three. When I get to five love, your time is up." My eyes widen as he said four, and I ran.
"Five,"he whispered grinning.

"You can't do that I wasn't prepared!" I shout as I run down stairs, Damon following. "I told you princess count." He runs after me smiling as I scream.

I flew open the cabin door leaving me to the tall trees of the woods ahead. I continued to hold on to my bottle of Jack Daniels as I run.

Damon chases me through the woods as I giggle, but soon enough my feet began to give out, as I stop in my tracks.

"Giving up so soon my love?" He ask as I hear his voice, but couldn't see him.

I take a sip of the acid alcohol, "running isn't my thing."

"You know if you were being chased by a chainsaw and a killer you would be dead right away." He chuckles as I hear his voice get closer, but still couldn't place him.

I look around the woods surrounding me, "Where are you?" I pout.
Suddenly I feel a muscular arm wrap around my waist as it drags me to the floor. "Your dead." Damon pretends to slice my throat with his finger, although If it wasn't me I'm sure it would be real to someone else.

"Not fair, your faster then me."

"Oh com'on I gave you a head start."

"Is that how you chase all your victims?" I said In a smoky tone.

"Only the ones I like," He smirks still hovering above me, as I lay on branches and leaves.

Suddenly he leans down even lower and kisses my neck. "Oh, and by the way. I never said I gave up."

"Huh?" He says against my neck.

"Running... I didn't  give up, I just wanted you to think I did." He bit my neck even harder at my words, and before he could do anything more, I pushed him off of me.

"Catch me if you can." I tease running deeper into the woods.

"Your in big trouble for this mi amor ." He teases back. I look back and see he's getting closer to me, so I run even faster.

I run so fast that my legs needed a minute to catch up with my body. My heart was racing as I finally started to slow my self down. I rested my legs on my knees, panting, as I drank some more of my whisky.
I was waiting for Damon to come tackle me again, I was in plain sight and stopped in my tracks.
"Your bad at hide and seek." I giggle.
I waited for a response but never got one.
I waited a few more minutes, and still nothing. I didn't know if I should worry, or if this was one of his little tricks. So I sat there waiting instead.

Minutes went by with no sign of Damon. I was beginning to worry. Not about Damon, I knew Damon could handle his own, but about being alone in these woods, I knew it was almost going to get dark and I had no clue how to get back to the cabin. "Great." I huff.

I continue drinking as I try to remember the way back, but nothing comes to mind. Finally I decide to try and find my way back, hoping not to get more lost then I already was.

I continue walking, crunching on leaves and branches. Until suddenly I scream, as I slid on the dirt and roll down hill.

"Fuck!" I look up, I had rolled down a mini cliff. I try to get my self up, but there was a burning sensation on my leg.
I look down only to see my pants were ripped, and through the rip, you could see a deep cut.
I had branches in my hair, leaves in my shirt, rips in my jeans, and lost in the middle of the fucking woods. I was hopeless.