Why You?!

Chapter 1

The sun was setting as I walked down the grey, cement sidewalk in front of my town's shops. People were sparse and most were on their way home. As I took quick strides towards the bus stop, I brushed my green hair behind my ear. It didn't stay long of course because of how short it is. A slight wind picked up and whipped my pixie cut hair around my face. The wind ruffled my beige scarf and baggy sweater. I stuffed my chilly fingered hands into my short short jean's pockets. My bright orange zentangle leggings looked brighter, like fire in the day's dimming light.
When I made it to the bus stop I huddled into the corner of the glass box. The wind was picking up and I was starting to chatter. I waited, with no sounds around me aside from my own breathing and my teeth in contest to break each other. I started to get nervous when the sun had almost disappeared and the bus still didn't come. It's dangerous for anybody to be out late in Envythe, especially a first year college student girl that is an introvert with no muscle mass. My heart started to beat faster, the thought of just walking (or running) back to my dorms entered my mind. I planned to wait a little longer, the suspense of my indecision killing me.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that, when the Greyhound bus roared around the corner, I nearly jumped out of my skin. My heart hammered in my chest as I tried to calm down. The bus stopped in front of me. I paused and watched a load of third shift and nighttime workers file out. One stuck out to me. She was in her mid thirties about and had snow white hair. It was pulled up in a sleek and perfect ponytail. Her eyes were a bright orange brown and her clothes looked expensive. She wore high-waisted, black, dress pants with black heeled boots. Her top was covered with a sexy red blouse that showed cleavage. Her eyelids were dusted with a bite-me-blood red.
As she exited the bus and swiftly made her way down the sidewalk I noticed her wallet sticking out of her black leather purse at a precarious angle. It looked ready to fall out. If this woman dresses according to her money then her wallet must be filled with cards to all sorts of places or cold hard cash. "If she loses it, she probably deserves it," I thought. She probably rode such a "cheap" bus just to show off that she's better than everyone. But as I turned to watch the last few people get off the bus, I saw her wallet fall. Like always no one either cared or noticed that it fell. My gut twisted around. If I chase her down and give her her wallet I'll miss the last bus out of town. But if I don't get it and give it to her I'll feel horrible because not only could money get stolen but her identity. That's serious stuff. I know I would appreciate it if someone gave me back my wallet! Especially in Envythe...
I sighed and jogged into the cold, I swiftly grabbed the designer wallet off the ground and sprinted towards her. She was quite a few feet ahead of me as she turned down an alley. "Ugh," was all I could muster as I pushed myself to reach her. I practically fell when I went to turn into the alleyway. "Hey! You dropped your wallet!" I was barely able to make it loud enough so she could hear. She didn't turn around. "Hey! You in the red shirt! You dropped your wallet!" I yelled, forcing myself to be louder. She stopped and turned. "Thank God," I thought. I caught up to her, my lungs and throat burning. I held up her wallet as I was doubled over from the lack of oxygen. My hand shook a little before she grabbed it. "I'm sorry you had to go to all that trouble, doll," she said, her voice sounded like velvet. "You know, for doing this, I have to do something for you. No one in Envythe would have had done that." I oddly loved to listen to her voice, it was so alluring. I finally caught my breath enough to stand up. My vulvacious chest caught my sweater inbetween my breasts. I noticed her staring at me. Her bright eyes roved over my busty body. I was, what common slang calls thicc. I pulled my grey, patterned knit sweater back in place. "I'd like to do something for you," she said, immediately my mind screamed HELL NO. "No, really I'm fine. I just wanted to help," my voice came out hurried and oddly high pitched. "C'mon, a young girl as sweet as you out in the streets of Envythe alone. Please, I know my manager won't mind if you accompany me to work tonight." Her eyes showed sincerity. I wanted to go for more than one reason, but another reason held me back.  Something about her, standing here in her presence, made my blood go cold and my arm hair stand up on end. I stared at her caring face. If I don't go with her, something might happen to me. If I do go with her, something will happen to me. "Really, it's fine, besides, my roomate gets worried if I don't show up. She might have already called the FBI to look for me," I said, giggling a little as I said the last part. "Well, if you insist, doll," she said rather reluctantly. She flashed me a wide, perfect smile. My breath caught in my throat as she whipped around and started to walk away. "Maybe I'll get to see you around, babe," her velvet voice echoed in the alleyway. I stood, shocked. When she had smiled at me, her canines were huge. They were massive, very sharp fangs.