A/N: okay, as you know this is a joint account so if you wanna know who wrote what, check the profile...
oh and this was previously published as 'the end is just the beginning', but i altered it a little so here it is:
A woman is standing behind a bar, with a rag slung over her shoulder and her sleeves rolled up to her elbows; she wipes down the bench top, muttering to herself about men and their uptight attitudes.
Suddenly a window flies open. The woman snaps her head up to look at the open window as it creaks in the wind. She flings the ragged cloth off her shoulder and onto the bench with frustration. As she walks over to the open window she continues muttering to herself only with more anger than before. When she reaches the window she shuts it abruptly and begins to turn around.
a shadow passes over the wall infront of her, causing her to turn around once more. But what ever it was, is now gone. However, the woman appears still cautious, slowly, she steps closer to the window, until her face is virtually up against it. her breaths are becoming more frantic as the heat causes the window to steam, her eyes darting from side to side as her heart begins to pound in her head.
after several moments her breaths ease slightly.
"it's just your imagination," she wispers to herself, shaking her head but still looking at the window.
a distance away, a bark can be herd and then a howl.
"Lycans!" the woman whispers in disbelief, her eyes growing wider.
Suddenly the walls of the tiny cabin begin to shake and pound. the woman turns and runs towards the bar, but just as she reaches the first stool, a window breaks and the door bursts open , allowing several Lycans to enter. After reaching under the counter, the woman turns to face them, shot gun in hand. The Lycans begin to close in on the woman.
"What do you want?!" she whispers, full of terror.
The Lycans growl in reply as the larger of them prepares to pounce. In the split second it takes for its feet to leave the ground the woman drops into a trap door, slamming it closed and bolting it behind her.
As the pack of Lycans scratch at the trap door, the woman scrambles through the shelves of the dark cellar.
"Silver bullets… Silver bullets… Where are they?" she says frantically.
Finally she grabs small box from behind a wine barrel and breaks it open. The bullets fall to the ground scattering all over the floor. Dropping to her knees, the woman grabs a handful of bullets and shoves them into the shotgun.
As she swings around to face the door, it shatters to pieces as two of Lycan pack drop down. The woman wastes no time she loads the gun and shoots at the smaller Lycan. It flies back into the wall, as she continues to shoot, hoping to hit the others as more Lycans drop down.
"Shit!" the woman's yells dropping to the ground for more silver bullets.
The Lycans are enraged by the gun shots; turning to the woman they attack, the woman screaming as their claws take a hold of her skin, ripping it away from her back. She arches her back in pain and falls to the ground screaming. She screams and screams as the Lycans continue to butcher her. As the image fades so do the woman's screams and the satisfied howls of the Lycans.
A/N: okay so this may not make sense so far but it will in the next chapter, R&R