just…look
familiar…really, how do you know my name?” I said again, my heart pounding
furiously as I asserted myself.
“Bailey maybe we
should just go,” Sierra hissed from behind me.
“And who’s this?”
the woman laughed, looking past me at Sierra. I suddenly grew very protective,
and held my arms out without even realizing it.
“Bringing an
innocent into this, are we?”
“What?” Sierra
scoffed, but I could tell the fierceness on the woman’s face put her on edge
too.
“Listen, girlie,
I’m pretty hungry, and while I’m on specific orders not to hurt you, no one
said anything to me about the redhead…”
“You lay a hand on
her and I’ll rip your throat out.”
The woman laughed.
“Ooh, your precious.” I dug my nails into my palms I may not know what that
woman was capable of, but she was asking for an ass-whooping, supernatural
forces be damned. Still, the idea of eating someone put me on edge. How many
freaky people-creatures actually existed in the world?
“Listen to me, Bailey ,” she hissed sarcastically,
taking a step towards me. She smiled, and that’s when I saw it. She had a pair
of sharp canine teeth, like she had sharpened them to twin points.
“I’m here with
very specific orders. To tell you to stay in line…”
“You can’t tell
her what to do!” Sierra snapped, moving in front of me before I could stop her.
“I don’t care if you are some weirdo goth or not!”
And as much as
Sierra’s kickass, I-don’t-take-shit-from-nobody attitude is awesome, I could
tell right then and there it was getting us into a shit load of trouble.
The woman’s dark eyes
shifted—like actually moved ,
and her pupils expanded into slits as her irises turned a dark, red-purple.
“What the—”
But before Sierra
could say anything else, I threw myself in front of her, taking the brunt of
the strong charge. We fell to the ground, my body on top of Sierra’s, and the
monster-woman poised above me.
“I’d move if I
were you,” she hissed, in a nearly inhuman voice.
“You’re on orders
not to hurt me,” I spat, even though every nerve in my body was alive with
fear. Even if I wanted to move, I was probably too terrified to do so just
then.
“I’ll tear her
apart,” the woman hissed, raising her hand up in a threatening claw.
“Over my dead
body,” I spat. That may have been a mistake, because she did not look too
pleased just then.
And by ‘did not
look too pleased’ I mean, completely, hell-bent on turning me into a corpse not
too pleased.
She growled and
brought her hand down towards my neck. I flinched, wondering what in the world
made me think I could take this otherworldly crazy person when I heard a loud
“smack.”
I sat up quickly
and opened my eyes. The hoodie woman was laying on the floor ten yards to my
left. Hovering over her was Brandon, and he was snarling and growling like a
rabid dog.
“Holy shit,” I
whispered. Dark hair burst from the back of his neck.
“Bailey…” Sierra
muttered beneath me. I quickly moved myself off of her and offered her a hand
up. I murmured an apology and quickly scanned the area.
Trent was there,
as was Nick, Allison and Mac. The whole pack, poised with their arms up and
unforgiving daggers in all of their eyes, focused straight on Brandon and the
freaky goth.
“What the hell is
going on?” Sierra’s green eyes were as round and big as dinner plates.
“Um…not sure,” I
answered truthfully. I caught Trent’s eye and he grimaced, walking up to me and
touching my elbow. The deep look of concern on his face made my knees go weak,
even while Brandon was wrestling that strange woman on the cemetery floor.
“Are you okay? Did
she hurt you?” he asked as Allison pounced over to Brandon and helped him
wrestle the insanely strong woman. I caught a flash of Brandon’s hand as he
wrestled her down, and long, claw-like nails protruded from his otherwise
normal human hand.
“Um, yeah…”
“Don’t lie to
familiar…really, how do you know my name?” I said again, my heart pounding
furiously as I asserted myself.
“Bailey maybe we
should just go,” Sierra hissed from behind me.
“And who’s this?”
the woman laughed, looking past me at Sierra. I suddenly grew very protective,
and held my arms out without even realizing it.
“Bringing an
innocent into this, are we?”
“What?” Sierra
scoffed, but I could tell the fierceness on the woman’s face put her on edge
too.
“Listen, girlie,
I’m pretty hungry, and while I’m on specific orders not to hurt you, no one
said anything to me about the redhead…”
“You lay a hand on
her and I’ll rip your throat out.”
The woman laughed.
“Ooh, your precious.” I dug my nails into my palms I may not know what that
woman was capable of, but she was asking for an ass-whooping, supernatural
forces be damned. Still, the idea of eating someone put me on edge. How many
freaky people-creatures actually existed in the world?
“Listen to me, Bailey ,” she hissed sarcastically,
taking a step towards me. She smiled, and that’s when I saw it. She had a pair
of sharp canine teeth, like she had sharpened them to twin points.
“I’m here with
very specific orders. To tell you to stay in line…”
“You can’t tell
her what to do!” Sierra snapped, moving in front of me before I could stop her.
“I don’t care if you are some weirdo goth or not!”
And as much as
Sierra’s kickass, I-don’t-take-shit-from-nobody attitude is awesome, I could
tell right then and there it was getting us into a shit load of trouble.
The woman’s dark eyes
shifted—like actually moved ,
and her pupils expanded into slits as her irises turned a dark, red-purple.
“What the—”
But before Sierra
could say anything else, I threw myself in front of her, taking the brunt of
the strong charge. We fell to the ground, my body on top of Sierra’s, and the
monster-woman poised above me.
“I’d move if I
were you,” she hissed, in a nearly inhuman voice.
“You’re on orders
not to hurt me,” I spat, even though every nerve in my body was alive with
fear. Even if I wanted to move, I was probably too terrified to do so just
then.
“I’ll tear her
apart,” the woman hissed, raising her hand up in a threatening claw.
“Over my dead
body,” I spat. That may have been a mistake, because she did not look too
pleased just then.
And by ‘did not
look too pleased’ I mean, completely, hell-bent on turning me into a corpse not
too pleased.
She growled and
brought her hand down towards my neck. I flinched, wondering what in the world
made me think I could take this otherworldly crazy person when I heard a loud
“smack.”
I sat up quickly
and opened my eyes. The hoodie woman was laying on the floor ten yards to my
left. Hovering over her was Brandon, and he was snarling and growling like a
rabid dog.
“Holy shit,” I
whispered. Dark hair burst from the back of his neck.
“Bailey…” Sierra
muttered beneath me. I quickly moved myself off of her and offered her a hand
up. I murmured an apology and quickly scanned the area.
Trent was there,
as was Nick, Allison and Mac. The whole pack, poised with their arms up and
unforgiving daggers in all of their eyes, focused straight on Brandon and the
freaky goth.
“What the hell is
going on?” Sierra’s green eyes were as round and big as dinner plates.
“Um…not sure,” I
answered truthfully. I caught Trent’s eye and he grimaced, walking up to me and
touching my elbow. The deep look of concern on his face made my knees go weak,
even while Brandon was wrestling that strange woman on the cemetery floor.
“Are you okay? Did
she hurt you?” he asked as Allison pounced over to Brandon and helped him
wrestle the insanely strong woman. I caught a flash of Brandon’s hand as he
wrestled her down, and long, claw-like nails protruded from his otherwise
normal human hand.
“Um, yeah…”
“Don’t lie to
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