DISCLAIMER: I, of course, do not own any of the registered trademark characters of the licensed WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). They are being used without permission but I make no profit from these stories. These are just use for enjoyment (ect and ect….). BUT!!! AMY is MINE!!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!! She cannot be used without permission. Also, there is an explicit sex scenes (some strange ones too) and some foul language. I got this idea from a sleepless night of watching Dog the bounty hunter, The Marine previews (no I am not a Cena fan), and an all night marathon of werewolf movies on the SPACE channel while eating burritos…wow…what a crazy dream…I hope you like it.
Wolf Bite
"Good morning Carson City! It's a beautiful day here at KCG Radio, hope you have your sun block on because it's going to be a scorcher! To ease us off into the next hour, here's Nickleback and Animals…"
The music played loudly in the black H2 Hummer that began to speed up in the middle lane of the free way, The driver was eager to get to her destination. She wore a ball cap with an US MARINE badge over her brown hair that was pulled tight in a short pony tall, her large hazel eyes were concealed by the large mirror like sunglasses. She listened to the music as she pulled into the far lane and entered the ramp that would take her down town Carson.
It didn't take her long to find the main street, her brother's business was located close to downtown. How long has she seen him? Sixteen months? About that. That's how long she was out to sea, in the marines…special forces unit. She was just released a few weeks ago and visited with family, now she was on her way to join her brother and fellow marine with their business…and their secrets.
She pulled up in front of a building and looked at the sign, it read 'Carson City Bail Bonds', she was here. As she got up of the truck, she spotted the bar across the six lane street. She adjusted her black camo combat pants, she pulled out her dog tags from under her black tank top as she took a good look of her new neighbours. Her body was toned and ready for anything, she had trained for years in self defence and it showed. She placed her hand gently on the grip of her Smith and Wesson .357 magnum hand gun that was nestled in its holster with her utility belt and another gun, a .45 auto loader, both trusted weapons as was the military issued combat blade that was tied to her right calf. She starred across the street, the front of the bar was covered with at least two rows of bikes, including the riders themselves stating around the front porch of the establishment, all with a drink in their hands.
There was one that caught her eye, properly because he was staring right back at her. He was tall, just about seven feet tall with long dark red hair with a matching go-tee. He was dressed in dirty tight jeans with a thick black belt and old black biker boots, his grey and red 'Support your local chapter' t-shirt had seen better days, but at least the black and white bandana wrapped around his head looked clean. She couldn't see his eyes, his thick black shades covered them. He was just standing against one of the main supports for the porch roof, looking right back at her while holding his beer…
She closed the truck door and made her way to the front door, she slowly opened it and looked into the large room. There were two back doors to the far wall and one door to the left, Close to the door was a large oval desk and a few chairs across. She raised her sunglasses and crept behind the preoccupied blond that sat at the desk studying a paper full of print.
She slammed her hand on the desk as hard as she could, "What do I have to do to get some service here!"
The jumped into the air and almost fell on the ground screaming, a large man ran into the room from one of the doors carrying a shotgun. As he turned to face the intruder, the look on his face went from rage to surprise.
"Did I scare you John? Cause I sure did Trish!" The young woman smirked as the blond stood up.
"Amy!" Trish screamed as she leaped over the desk and hugged her long time friend, "When did you get in?"
"Just now."
"How was the trip here, monkey?" John asked as he gave her a huge bear hug.
"I thought you'd stop calling me that!" Amy said as she slid out of his arms, "Where's Chris?"
"He's gone with some of the boys to pick up a perp on the west side of Carson. I thought you were coming tomorrow."
"Chris got the date wrong again. That's what happens when you let two Benoits plan something. It never goes off." Amy giggled.
"You're right, he tried to plan John's birthday party, but he got the directions mixed up and we ended up almost in Las Vegas last year…" Remarked Trish.
"I had a great time," Grinned John, "I liked all those casinos…and the woman…"
"I see you're still a dog?" Asked Amy, she turned to Trish, "You should have seen him in Japan, when we were in special forces together, hounded almost every woman there."
"I cannot help it if the women love me? Remember Russia? That was some good times!"
"I'm going to go grab my gear." Amy turned to go out the door, Trish followed.
"I'll give you a hand." John offered as he followed them out.
"Nice toy!" Trish cooed as she touched the hood of the hummer.
"Would you believe it's bullet proof and bomb proof?" Amy shared.
"Working with you Amy, nothing surprises me. What are you expecting, a war?" Asked John and he examined the vehicle.
"Just being prepared to meet the local wildlife." Amy slammed her fist against the glass, "Toughest bullet proof plexy glass, nothing is getting through her."
She moved to the back of the truck, she looked back at the bar as she opened the back hatch. He was still there looking at her, surrounded by his fellow bikers.
"When did they move in?" Amy asked Trish.
"About a year ago, we're had scraps with them in the past, they've been quite for the last few months. Dave has a hatred for that big one in the middle with the support t-shirt. They call him the Undertaker, don't want to know why. The half bald guy beside him with the not too happy looking red head is his brother Kane and his woman Lita, I got into it with her six month ago. The short little freak on his left is called X-Pac, I wonder if they can come up with original names, his woman is this mean looking thing called China...she doesn't look very…anyway…There's more of them, but we don't really pay that much attention to them anymore… but so far nothing's been happening…yet."
"I wouldn't mind getting a hold of that goof Kane, just one more shot…" John huffed.
Amy handed John her army duffle bag as she and Trish grabbed a few ammunition boxes.
"You know, we have lots of ammo back in the office…" Said Trish.
"New recipe, make puppies go slat." Amy grinned.
"Got to try them…" John was eager…
"Not until Chris comes back."
They gathered all her belongings from her truck, except her personal bags, and moved them inside the office and into one of the back room. It was a large steels reinforced room, about twenty feet by thirty feet. The walls were lined with rows of gun racks, from small personal concealment hand gun to high powered assault riffles. In the middle was a large stainless steel table with cartridge reloading equipment and bullet casting. Amy smiled as the large accumulation of pure silver bars that were piled in the corner of the room.
"I like what's he's done with the place." Amy smiled as she looked around.
"I have some bad news for you, monkey." John began, "Chris doesn't think you should come into the field with us at night. He thinks you're not ready yet."
"That's a laugh, I was hunting with him before he decided to start all this full time." Amy replied, "what do you think?"
"I have to agree with him, just for the moment, until you're settled."
"I don't think so, I didn't come down here to sit at a desk and chase stupid drug crazed criminals. I am here for the hunt, and that's all. Otherwise I'll just go and hunt on my own."
"Chris is just looking out for you, Amy." Trish tried to reason with her, "We all know what happened in Russia."
"I was almost killed, it's part of the job that we have chosen. Chris should especially understand that."
"He's changed after Eddie's death, I want you to know that." John said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"I know, I know how much he misses Eddie. The three of you started all this together, but knowing Eddie like we do, he would want us to continue the fight and we will, and I will go in the field."
"You can fight with Chris, I am not stepping in to this again."
Amy grinned, "Ah, don't worry, it won't be a big dead!"
The three of them sat outside in the front of the office on plastic lawn chairs as she tried to cool off with their waters and sodas. Even though it looked 'cool' to wear black combat pants, tank tops and boots in their line of duty, but it was also very hot to wear.
"I want a beer…" Moaned Trish.
"A nice…cool…refreshing…beer…" Amy cried, "that sounds like heaven right now."
"We can't leave the office until we are relieved when Chris comes back." Announced John.
Amy looked across the street, "There's beer there."
"Not there, we don't go there." Replied Trish.
"Why not? It's a local bar! Everyone's invited!" Amy liked her beer.
"Because, the big bad bikers stay on their side of the street and the nice but dangerous bounty hunters stay on their sides. We like it that way." Explained John.
"If I want beer, then I shall have it. No fucked up biker's going to stop me." Amy stood up and began to walk across the street.
"John, you have to stop her!" Trish looked so terrified.
"You should leave the arsenal behind!" He shouted as her.
Amy gave him the finger and continued to the bar. She didn't acknowledge them as she walked up the path to the main doors, but she did notice them starring at her in discus. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, she didn't want them to know that she was scarred. Did she just bit off more than she could chew again? She had to be calm, even when the big one, the one Trish called the Undertaker followed her into the bar.
It was dark in there, and filled with smoke and loud rock music. There was a bunch of them in there, all sitting around the grungy looking room all with it's traditional biker paraphernalia. There had to have been at least twenty bikers and a few women, dressed very badly, and another five in front…oh yeah…she did it again for sure. But she had always gotten herself out.
She swallowed the fear deep down and brought up her military training, she walked towards the bar and leaned over to the aged bald biker that had seen better times. His one eyes was shut, the other a grimly grey. His smile showed a few yellow teeth, knocked out in fights of an early memory. His grey beard definitely hadn't been washed in some time.
"Hey," She caught the bartender's attention and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, "I want a beer."
"We have no beer." He yelled back, "Get out."
"I want a beer!" She slammed her hand on the bar, "Get me my fucken beer asshole or I'll shove my foot up you ass!" She also had a bad temper that she couldn't control.
"Listen bitch…I said we have no beer!" The old man was going to hit her with a full fist but stopped as sis inches of carbon steel was stabbed in the wood before him.
"I am trying to be nice, now get me my beer." She said in a calm voice with a glare of rage in her eyes.
"Don't worry Winks, get her the beer, I'll take care of it." Amy turned and saw the man standing beside her.
He pulled his shades and rested them on the top of his head, his green eyes were dark and haunting.
"I am not a maiden in distress." Amy said as she pulled her knife out of the bar and back into her boot sheaf.
"Oh I can see that, but you did just walked out of a bail bonds office, dressed to kill, and walked into a known biker bar. That does change to question one's mind frame."
"Are you trying to analyze me or pick me up?"
"You really wanted that beer." He said as he smiled and extended his hand to her, "They call me 'Taker."
"Amy Benoit." She shook his hand, "Just moved here."
"You must be Chris' sister, right?"
"The youngest." She grabbed the ice cold beer just as it came into her reach and took a heavy drink.
"What kind of work are you in, I think I could guess at what you're wearing."
"I'm a bounty hunter, just off the Marine Corp." she grabbed her change and left a five for a tip, "Thanks for beer, see you around."
She walked out the bar, she never left his gaze. Amy could see John and Trish standing in front of their chairs as she ran across the street to them and showed them her prise.
"How did you get that?" Asked Trish.
"Just being me." Amy replied as she downed her beer, just as the black SUV pulled up in front of her hummer.
Chris jumped out of the driver side and into his little sister's arms. The rest of his crew came out.
Little Ray, the man was small and seemed to always wear head gear that was too large for him and covered half of his face all the time, but he was a wild cat in a fight and had taken down some pretty big opponent now and again. Eddie had brought him in a few months after they had opened.
There was also David Batista, the man was six foot five, two hundred ninety pound of pure animalistic power. The man had joined the team about two years ago, he had been an asset to the team, and heavy hearted man when Eddie died.
Last was Bobby Lashly, a black man as big as Batista himself, Lashly could carry and fire any type pf fire power as well as his knowledge of explosives always came handy during their nightly crusades.
The team chattered away as they entered the office, it had been years since Amy seen her brother and his friends, longer than she had planed. After the first few minutes of getting to reacquaint with each other, Chris pulled his sister aside and brought her down stairs and into the private gun range that was built just for them.
"I hear that the food was terrible on that ship." Chris said as he pulled out a box of silver tipped .357 rounds, "These are the new powder?"
"No, these are the new Papa Shango rounds. The tip of the bullet is encased in silver for penetration, then as the bullet impacts with the bone, the explosive inside the bullet explodes on the impact and sends tiny silver fragments all inside the cavity of the beast. Hit a werewolf in the chest or head with one of these and he's dead." Amy was grinning ear to ear.
"I heard it got you out of a jam in Russia?" Chris loaded his own gun with the new bullets, "I want to talk to you about going on the field…"
"You can't keep on protecting me Chris, I served five years with the US Marines as a Special Ops. Do you think what you do is so dangerous?"
"There's no point, is there?"
"Just shoot the damn gun, will you?"
Night, that when they come out, in the cloak of night they run their prey down and maul them to death. Their howls echo in the darkness, haunting them…taunting them. The group had followed this pack around. They would come and go, never settling in one spot for long, but the town was definitely on a migration path of some sort. The hunters that came out each and every night patrolling, searching for the killers, the other hunters.
Chris, Amy, and Dave where patrolling the east side of Carson City as John, Ray, and Bobby were checking out the west end for activity as Trish sat back at the office in the basement, in the communications room to keep an eye on everybody.
Amy was board at looking through the notes of last night's patrol, she took a look outside in the dark. They were driving on a long dirt road, known for the bodies that seems to turn up there commonly. She looked back at yesterday's paper, the headlines talked about another body found near this area, torn apart by an animal, perhaps a bear. But Amy and her companions knew better. The world still did not believe in the fable creatures, but Amy and Chris had experienced the truth first hand.
Amy was six and Chris was sixteen when they had heard the frightful howls outside their front door. Their father had gone outside to see why the cows were crying so much, he had not returned. They had stayed in the house all night with all the guns and boxes of ammo they had collected. They shot at the werewolves that tried to enter their home, the monsters were relentless. The howls stopped when the sun rose into the sky, they had never found their father's body.
She shook her head at the memories, the reason why the Bail Bond business was set up as a front to fund the actual work, the extermination of werewolves. Other people had band together in different parts of the world, all in secret of course.
Amy looked back out into the dark, "When are we going to see some action?"
"When we get a hit," replied Dave as she kept looking out with his infer-red goggles, "They like to hunt here, lots of animal farms down this way and close to the mountains."
"We should be getting something soon," Said Chris as he drove his SUV slowly down the road with the headlights off, but the moon light guided their way.
She looked over at her riffle, the long range scope and the high calibre of the gun itself made it a formidable sniper's gun. It was her favourite. She pulled out the huge .45 long magnum cartridges, she loaded them into her rifle, Chris turned his head towards her.
"Loading up? Are you early?"
"Just getting a feeling, want to be ready for them." She pulled the action on the rifle back and loaded her weapon.
Dave grinned, "There's nothing sexier than a beautiful woman holding a big gun."
"Thank you…" Amy blushed, Chris growled.
"She is off limits, she's my sister for crying out loud!"
"I got a hit." Dave looked into the goggles, "two of them, looks like they're going after a calf."
"Are you sure it's them?" Asked Amy, "There are normal wolves still in the area."
"Not this big." Dave took another look, "I recognize them, they belong to the pack with that big black Alfa male with the sick eyes, the one who killed…"
Chris pulled the truck to a stop and got out to load himself up with his gear, Dave as well began to suit up. Amy got excited and began to load up herself, Chris touched her shoulder.
"I need you to stay here with the truck, we won't be long…" He began.
"This isn't the time to be a big brother! I want to go too!" Amy tried to contest, but Chris shot her down.
"We always leave one person in the truck for back up. It may just look like there's only two but I'm not going to take that risk. Just stay here and watch the infer-red monitor, let us know on the radios if any more are coming. Ok?"
"Fine!" she shot back.
She watched as she left the truck and began to hunt the supernatural creatures into the darkness, Amy leaned back and watched the monitor. It took them a few minutes to get into range of the wolves, she could hear the shots fired and wished that she was out there with them. She viewed on the screen, there were two more wolf shapes coming from behind the two well armed men.
"Hey Chris, there's two more behind you." Amy said on her ear radio, "Need some help?"
"Just stay in the truck for now, we still have the first two to deal with." She heard over the air.
"You are no fun…" Amy pulled her rifle close to herself, "Girls just want to have fun…"
The truck shook, Amy leaped up on the back seat of the SUV and pulled up her rifle, the infer-red scope revealed nothing in the night around the vehicle. She knew something was out there, its fur was scraping across the truck's side and the heavy paw prints on the dirt road. The truck shook again, Amy's heart began to beat louder. She tried hard to control her breathing, if the animal knew just how frightened she was, it would properly sent it into a frenzy. Even though she had spent years training in the army and learned to control her emotions, no one really had total control over fear.
At least she was in a vehicle carrying its own arsenal, her own tested rifle had seen her though her worst moments over seas. The power in her hands calmed her enough to think. Either this thing was just trying to get her out, or trying to get in. It didn't take long to find out.
The massive animal leaped onto the hood, the thin sheet metal buckled under the wolf's weight. The animal's fur was darker than the night, his glowing green eyes definitely added to the horror of this creature. He was more than twice the size of a Canadian Timber Wolf, his teeth looked sharp and could easily crush bone. He starred at her through the bullet proof glass.
Amy pointed the muzzle of her rifle at the beast's head and took aim, she knew that she had a fifty/fifty chance that the bullet would break though the glass and hit the wolf, or bounce back and hit her. She didn't want to fire the first shot, just the thought of Chris finding her wounded on her first night would be embarrassing enough. The creature had pressed his front paw against the glass of the front window and growled.
"Hey puppy, you know what this gun can do to your head?" She whispered to the animal, "One move and I'll take your head clean off your shoulders."
The wolf cocked his head to the side, his paw tapped on the glass. His eyes showed a little amusement, but his growl was quite aggressive.
"So you're not as dumb as you look, hey puppy?" She moved the safety into the fire mode, "But you can't get in here and I'm not going out there."
The beast jumped off the hood, it was silent for a moment. Had he left to look for the rest of his pack that were chasing Dave and Chris? Or was he going to get his pack to open this can and get the little sardine out.
The truck began to sway roughly back and forth, Amy could feel that the left rear tire was being ripped off the axle. The werewolves were powerful animals, and this one was the largest she had seen. She began to think that he didn't need his pack to break into the truck, but it would be one hell of a fire show if he tried.
"Hey puppy! That's an expensive tire for crying out loud! It's not a fucken chew toy!" Why was she trying to get him even more pissed?
The wolf moved towards the door, Amy sat in silent horror as the animal transformed into its were-form. The beast was at least nine feet tall, at least three feet wide. She could see the rippling muscles under the thick black fir, his face had changed a little, his muzzle was a little shorter but his teeth seemed bigger.
The claw like hands lashed at the back passenger door, Amy could help but let out a little shriek as she kicked opened the smashed door and fired towards the beast with a full round from her rifle. The werewolf was fast, he dodged every round, like he was prepared for her attack.
"Amy! Was that gun fire we just heard?" She could hear Dave call out on the radio.
"I got a big bad wolf here at the truck and I think I pissed him off." She replied.
"I can't take that kid anywhere without her getting into trouble!" She heard Chris shout.
"Would you mind getting here and pulling this mutt off my ass!"
"We're on our way, just keep him away from you!" Dave threw in.
"Gee thanks." Amy looked at the broken door, it was just swaying back and forth just slightly closed.
She shifted her position to look up in the windows, she could hear his breathing… It would take time for them to get there, the wolf though this would be an easy meal. Amy was told stories about this one, the giant black leader with the green eyes. He had taken down his own fare share of hunters, including Chris's partner, sweet and funny Eddie Guerro.
He was rarely seen, it was sure that at every sighting, there was death. Sometimes he would be accompanied by a white female, they presumed his mate. They had seen her often running with the pack, and the hunters knew that he was never far from them, always lurking in the shadows, looking for easy prey to torture and kill.
Amy planed to not make his list of accomplishments, she looked around the windows but saw nothing. All of a sudden, she felt the front of the truck lift straight into the air and began to shake wildly. Amy was thrown into the back of the SUV, her head hitting the hard glass caused her to fall unconscious. She dropped her weapon and fell limp. Her body bounced a few times more until the truck was dropped, she fell still under a few steel boxes of ammunition and rifle cases.
The werewolf crept towards the one broken door and claps it hard into his clawed hands. With little strength, he ripped the door off it's hinges and threw it away. His body was far too big to fit comfortably inside, but he wanted his prise. He listened for a moment, to hear any movement, but there was none. He sniffed the air a few times, the smell of death was not in the air tonight. He peered his massive head inside and looked around, he found her lying still. The beast bent his head down and sniffed her bruised leg, her breathing was laboured but she was still alive.
Just as he was about to reach inside to pull the limp form out of the truck, the whizzing sound of a silver bullet passing over cause the animal to pull his head out and look for his assaulter.
His night vision sowed the two humans running towards him and his prey, one had stopped and was about to fire another shot. The wolves were not the only ones who could see in the dark. The beast turned into his wolf form and ran into the woods near the road. Chris made his way to the truck first as Dave fired a few for shots into the dark trees.
"Amy!" He shouted, "Amy are you OK?"
"Can I have tomorrow off?" He heard weakly from the back of the truck.
Chris leaped inside and began to pull the objects off his sister, "Are you really ok?"
"Yeah, nothing broken, except my head…"
"Is she ok?" They heard from outside.
"Yeah, she'll be fine." Chris smiled, "how did you beat him off?"
"I don't remember anything after the truck flew." She tried to sit up but felt ill, "I think I'm going to be sick!"
"Let's get you back home and take a good look at your head, you have a little blood there…did he bit you?"
Amy looked around her arms and felt her body, "No…he never got that close."
Chris turned to Dave, who was keeping guard around them, "I think you better call Cena and get him over here. We need a pull, I'll try to change the rear tire."
Dave nodded and got on the radio, Chris looked back at Amy, "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Oh yeah…nothing to it…got any aspirin?"
Amy sat alone outside the patio of her brother's house, he live in a huge five bedroom home in the suburb with John and Dave. Now she had moved in, they definitely made her feel at home. Even the doilies in the bathroom was a nice touch, if she liked those things.
She relaxed and laid back into her lay chair, the summer heat was in full swing as she thought about the hunt that was almost a disaster a few nights before. But she did handle it like a trooper, even though she was definitely terrified at what the outcome could have been.
The screen door opened as John popped his head out and threw a pack of cigarettes on her lap.
"I found these in your bag."
"Why were you in my bag again?"
John grabbed the pack and pulled out a cigarette and lit it, "Because monkey, I thought you might have a few marine issue cleaning kits for our guns in there."
Amy grabbed her own smoke and grabbed the lighter out of his hands, "I have them a few times a week, you can taste that they're stale."
"I used to give you shit all time when we were in the field, the light from a smoke would attract snipers."
Amy lit her smoke, "Yeah but, we were the snipers."
"True. How are you feeling now?"
She sat up in her seat, "I'm ok, just a couple of scratches, no problem. I can go back, if Chris will let me."
John slapped her on the back, he will. He's not that much of a protective brother, he did mention something about duct taping you to the front door."
Amy laughed, "He did that when we were kids."
"Hey!" The two heard from inside the house, "You two better not be smoking!"
"We're outside!" Amy shouted.
"I don't care, that shit will kill you!"
"So will nagging!" John shouted back.
"Was he always this bad?" John asked.
Amy giggled, "You should have seen him during puberty."
"Hey guys," They say Dave walk up the back path to the house, "Trish is on her way to the office, she just got a call about a sighting near the west end forest. We should go check it out."
"I'm in." Amy smiled.
"Are you sure?" Asked John.
"I'm fine. Don't even think of babying me! I've been in more dangerous places and got out of there with my skin intact. I think I can handle this."
"Ok, I'll get Chris and Bobby, you and John meet up at the office to gear up. We're going to get some tonight!" Dave shouted.
The forest where they were going was known for it's sorrow legends, people had heard of tales of the werewolves that once roamed in large man eating packs. The land had never been processed or cultivated, the trees were centuries old and convened much dangerous wild life.
The teams again had been split into three teams. Chris and Bobby took the west road in, John and Amy took the north road, and Dave and Ray took the east. They had started slowly move inward using their night vision for aid. They began to move in, walking in silence as they began to make their way towards the inside of the forest, where they hoped to find the den and destroy it.
All the group had dressed head to toe in black, geared up with as much arsenal as they could comfortable carry. John and Amy made the best pair, their military training together made it simple for them to communicate in silence. She walked a few paces behind him, and a few feet to the left. They took their time as they carefully examined every nook and cranny of the forest, all they needed was one heat signature.
Amy began to feel the hair on her neck lift up, she felt as if she was being watched. She looked around, the there was no spots of bright light. Her nerves began to light up, was that breathing she was hearing? She looked around again, the branch of a near by tree was swaying, but there was no wind tonight.
Before she could motion to john, the trained man failed to notice a well hidden foot trap and stepped in it. Within moments, John's leg was pulled up from under him and he found himself upside down twenty feet off the ground. He had lost his rifle, and he had realized that his side arm had fallen too.
I told you to stop buying cheep Japanese holsters! Amy signed to him.
Stop being a smart ass and help me down before they hear the dinner bell!" John replied.
Amy strapped her riffle on her back and began to look for the rope that held her companion, the hair on her back began to rise up again, she could definitely feel someone starring back at her. She pulled out her .357 and looked around, she still couldn't see anything.
A twig snapped close to them, there was nothing in the sights. Just then, a small flash of light flickered in the corner of her eye. As she turned to take a better look, the animal lounged on her. As Amy rolled with the hit, she fell on her back and kicked the animal in the stomach with her legs, throwing him off of her. She rolled on her feet was about to take aim when the werewolves swiped her arm and knocked the gun out of her hand.
"Amy!" John shouted, "Run monkey!"
Gun fire was soon heard over the distant.
"John, Amy!" John could hear Chris on the radio as he watched Amy struggling to keep the huge black beast from killing her.
"Chris! I'm caught in a tree and we got Mr Big and Black trying to chew your sister! I have no weapons!"
"John! We're surrounded! The whole pack is out! Get Amy out of there now!" The radio went dead.
"great…" John looked around, he could try to pull himself up and try to untie it himself and hoped that their newest recruit can hold the wolf off long enough.
The wolf swiped again, narrowly missing Amy's chest but the claws caught the strap of her rifle along with her bullet proof vest. He pulled hard and threw her body into the woods away from the hanging man, her body fell hard but she rolled with it. She got up and noticed that her radio and riffle were gone. They were lost on the throw, she guessed. The vest was in shreds, the cavlar was made for sudden impact, not long cuts from a sharp object. At least her tank top was intact, she pulled out her .45 and looked around.
Her goggles were busted, she could see well in the dark anymore. She was just a sitting duck in shallow water, she couldn't even make out where John was hanging. But she could hear the heavy paw steps and the low grow coming around her, he could see her quite well.
Amy took a deep breath, she couldn't panic, panic meant death in any type of situation. She got her breathing under control again and brought out that inner soldier. There was no way that she was going to go down without a fight, she pulled out her knife and looked around, he was so close.
A crash behind made her jump into flight, the soldier ran deep into the woods, narrowly missing braches and vines on the ground that could cause her to fall. She knew that there was a road in every directions of this forest area, even though she was hoping it was the one that her truck was near. All she had to do was get to the hummer, and that big bad wolf would be no more.
As she leaped over a fallen log, she felt the hit as if she had hit a tree itself. She fell on her back on the forest floor and hit her head, two bad hits in a row are not good for the human head.
As she opened her eyes, she could see the beast clearly above her. He was on all fours but still he was huge! She could feel his breath on her face as he leaned closer and smelled her. His black furred body had her pined to the ground, she had lost her weapons in the fall, a common assurance this night. The big male growled lowly, Amy could help but feel the onset of panic. She tried to calm herself, the animal had not killed her yet, but she was sure he would after he tortured her.
"I guess you really got me now…hun puppy?" That's it, a joke will calm her…and piss him off.
The wolf starred at her intensely with his green eyes, his muzzle seemed to smile there…just for a moment.
"Wipe that smile off your face and get this over with! I haven't got all night to die you know!" Even in the face of death, she will not be afraid!
The were beast rolled her on her stomach and wrapped his clawed hand over her mouth, she guessed that he didn't want to call attention to himself. She could feel him rip the back of her tank top off, when he ripped her pants down, it felt like the belt had ripped her stomach out. She could feel the cold air around her bare body as the werewolf sniffed her from her neck down to her netherlands, he stopped there, his hot long began to lick gently at her tight folds.
Panic began to really take over, Amy had noticed that this particular wolf had a different plan for her. She could not let him do this, she had actually never been with anyone in her life, school, training, and the army saw to a life of celibacy. To be befouled by a beast…no…she wouldn't…
Amy tried to bit hard on his hand and attempt to kicked him with her heal, but the kick couldn't hit any target and her bit couldn't penetrate through the skin. The animal moved his muzzle beside her ear and growled as he wrapped his free arm around her waist, lifter her on her knees. She felt his warm fur brush against her bare back, his hips began to slowly rubbed against her backside. She tried to pull his paw like hand away from her face, she almost fainted as she tried to scream and the Animal's shaft rammed deep inside her, the ripping pain shot through her, she cried out against the hand, but no one heard her, except her captor.
The thrusts grew faster as she tried desperately to breath and cream at the same time, but the werewolf held on, his wines sent chills up her spine and he moved faster. She felt it grow, it had definitely gotten bigger, he rammed harder and faster until he thrust once more and held her body close to him as his body convulsed for a few minutes. His pants and wines were lessening, but he still held her tight.
Amy was still, tears flooded her eyes as she tried not to move. He was done humiliating her, now he was going to kill her. He finally pulled himself out and laid her on her side on the ground. She still didn't move as he sniffed her wound and began to lick it clean. The sweet taste of her blood and nectar mixed with his sent delighted him as he moved towards her head and began to lick her tears. Her eyes were vacant, but the tears stayed.
The animal moved away from her and turned into the woods, disappearing into the darkness. The sound of heavy foot prints were heard coming towards them, Amy tried to sit up and at least pull her pants up slowly. She didn't want them to know…she didn't want Chris to worry. Amy remember what Chris had said, the leader of the pack liked to play with his victim's heads before killing them. She wiped her tears away with what was left of her tank top and tied it around her breast, her brother was close, everything was going to be ok.
Amy sat on the cold medic bed at the office in a blue housecoat, the office was equipped with it's own little medical facility, less explaining to do to doctors. Trish wasn't just the bonds initiator, she was a trained nurse as well. Trish was looking over some x-rays and then smiled at Amy.
"Nothing, no bites, not broken bones. Just some bruising around your stomach, properly when he threw you around."
"Can I go now?" Amy asked, "I just want to take a shower and go to bed."
"Sorry honey, we still have to go through all of this, we don't want you getting a bite from one of them and them turning on us."
"Is it just the bite that can affect you?"
Trish looked over Amy's file, "Yeah, the bite is transmitted through the saliva, the saliva act as the host for the virus."
Amy breathed a little easier as she jumped off the bed, she wasn't sore anymore and she was thankful for that as well.
"John's waiting outside for you Amy, he's going to take you home. I've got some things to work in the lab here."
Amy grabbed her coat and walked out of the room, she smiled a little when John stood up from his chair and hugged her.
"Survived another one, hey monkey?"
"Nothing can keep this girl down. How's the other guys?"
they all made it out, that stupid white bitch kept on trying to get at Dave a few times, he must have punched her in the head a few times."
Amy chuckled a little.
He help her out the office and into her truck, she gave hi ma dirty look for getting behind the wheel of her baby.
"Come-on, I love this bad boy! You should really get some kicking rims for it!" John chuckled.
"Just get me home please, I just want to go to bed."
The office was only twenty minutes from their home, Chris and Ray greeted them inside as Dave was fixing something to eat. The late (or early to some) morning called for piles of bacon and heaps of scrambled eggs.
Amy said her good nights and head straight for bed. She decided that she needed a shower, the warm water was warming her frozen body. She had to wash herself, to get his touch off of her. She could still feel him, in his animalistic frenzy. Why did he not kill her? If he had wanted to infect her, why didn't he bit her? Or…was there another way of infecting someone? Amy shook her head and got out of the shower. Bed, that's where she was going, and tomorrow night, she'll be back out and she'll get him this time.
To be continued…