Your Last Wish

"Do you have any wine?" a gruff but sultry voice asked. You jolted up from the cupboard as you accidently dropped one of the glasses, shattering into a million pieces. A squeak escaped your mouth as you turned to the voice, grasping the table behind you. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he said. You didn't know what to expect but it wasn't a wolf. He wore a black hood to conceal his face. His shorts contained two sickles on his belt and he towered over you even when sitting. His blood red eyes bore onto your E/C ones. For once in your life you felt something you hadn't felt in a while...fear.