Bloodline (Completed)

9

I have no idea where I am. I'm not in Pittsburgh, and I have no idea where I'm at. So I morph back into my human form and walk alongside the old dirt road leading back to civilization, I hope.

But as I'm walking, I sense that I'm being followed or something. I turn around and freeze. In the distance, I can see the headlights of a car, and I just know that this is Annabelle and her friends.

Not knowing what else to do, I duck into the bushes alongside the road. I run into the woods beyond and only stop when I can't breathe.

I'm not the most fit person in the world, I'll admit that. So I duck into some bushes and wait for the inevitable. Minutes pass before I can hear the sound of their voices. I know it'd make sense to morph, but I make noise when I do that.

So yeah,  not a good idea.

I remain as motionless as I can as the people who came after me begin to search the woods. I don't move as they get closer, my heart beating so loud I'm sure they can hear it. They inch closer to me, and I close my eyes so they don't reflect the light from their flashlights.

Then, whoever it is that is right in front of me stops walking, right as he reaches me. I squeeze my eyes shut so I am not tempted to open them and look.

The person turns around and walks to the side. They don't say anything at all, but I can sense how nervous he is now. I finally open my eyes and see that it is Sammy, that male Rogue Vampire who likely used chloroform on me.

"See anything, Sammy?" someone asks.

Sammy grunts and then begins to morph into the completely feral form of the vampire beast. I ready myself to either cast a spell or morph, and then his transformation is complete.

"Where are you, Little Wolf?"

My blood goes cold and my heart stops. My grandma, the one who just died, used to call me that. I was always her Little Wolf. How the hell did he know that?!

I know this is a trap, I really do.

But the skinwalker in me does not care one bit.