"This is so not my day." Regina thought, racing through the woods. "I just lost my job, I need to pay rent, and instead of a peaceful walk through the woods- I get this." Her newly shortened chocolate locks whipped behind her from her speed. Behind her she heard the harsh laughter of the demented asshole chasing her.
Regina walked through the mostly empty parking lot fuming. Her boss had decided to be a pompous ass and fire her because of a "co-worker's complaints"? Like what, telling her to do her fucking work for once, instead of flirting with every guy that walks in through the front door? Oh, boo-hoo. So she might of used some "less than polite" language on her way out the door, that's no reason to literally kick her out the door. "It was a shitty bar, anyways," she mumbled to herself, walking to her car. Shitty or not, it was her only source of income. She dug through her purse to find her keys, only to see a flash of silver in the ignition. "Well fuck, I guess I'll walk home," she whispered to herself, glancing around the parking lot. Seeing no one around to watch her or follow her back to her apartment, she started to long trek back.
The woods themselves were eerily quiet. There was no wind to upset the leaves haphazardly hanging from the branches of the tall trees. No bird singing or flapping its wings, ready to take off. It was a bit unsettling to her. The only sound was her footfalls crunching the dead leaves below. Finally a slight wind picked up, but it carried with it the faint scent of rot. Her nose wrinkled at the smell.
Faintly, but growing louder by each passing moment, the sound of joining footfalls matched her own. She paused and glanced around nervously, her hand creeping towards the hidden blade she kept in her boots. The sound was louder than before, coming from right in front of her. Grabbing the blade, she stood and angled herself slightly to hide the glinting metal before pausing, waiting,
Finally a body was easy to dis-concern from the darkness. "Hello miss, sorry to startle you. May I ask what you are doing in the woods at this hour of the night?" The voice was easily male, smooth and dark. It sounded a bit like a frumpy old English man, or at least someone trying to act it. Without pausing she answered, "On my way to my friends, for a get together. I know a shortcut through the woods. She's expecting me in a couple minutes."
She felt, more than saw, him appear behind her and lean in close. "Liar," he whispered against her ear. His hand threaded itself through her hair and used it to yank her head back, exposing her throat. As quick as her reflexes would allow, her arm flashed upwards, cutting her hair and his grasp on it in one stroke. She whipped around, her arm raising once more and swiped at his face, aiming at his eyes. Then, as quick as her legs would allow her, she raced into the night.
"Makes you wonder, who the fuck did I piss of in a past life to deserve this?" She mused. Her breaths were obnoxiously loud, even to her own ears. Her mind was racing, as well as her heart. "If I live through this, I swear I'll call my old track couch and send her flowers…"
"To late, precious." A hand wrapped around her throat and lifted her into the air before throwing her against a tree. The man appeared right in front of her and lifted her to his eye level. His eyes were glowing. He was grinning ear to ear, showing off his fangs. "Why the fuck does he have fangs? Did I just walk into a bad horror movie?" He lifted a hand and brushed it against her face. "Such a pretty little face. Such a shame, such a waste. But, perhaps…..tell me girl, are you a virgin?"
"The fuck kind of question is that?" Laughter rang from behind the man. His head whipped around. "Who's there?!" The air was heavier now, it felt weighted down by the new stranger. Unlike the asshat currently suffocating her, with his overbearing stench of rot and decay, the unknown being carried with him the scent of metal- the scent of only fresh blood, not the death Sir Asshole had.
She angled her head to catch a view of the new stranger and quickly felt herself tense in total fear. Sure, Sir Asshole was scary, but against the stranger he looked like a fucking mouse. (Even if the stranger looked like a fucking flamingo, wearing a long red coat and large brimmed matching hat). "If this man can somehow save me, I don't care if he decides to wear a hot pink tutu. I'll take what I can get."
"Tell me freak, do you always chase little girls in to the forest and use such shitty lines to seduce them into becoming your next meal? Because that was pathetic." The strangers voice was dark and rich. Shivers ran up Regina spine at the sound of it. "Oh hot damn, if this were any different time…." she mused to herself quietly. The stranger seemed to somehow hear and softly chuckled, glancing at her. Regina gasped as they finally made eye contact, his eyes were like molten lava, rimmed only with the darkest lashes. "It is soooooo not okay to have eyes like liquid sex."
The hand holding her up released her and she fell in a heap, before shakily getting to her feet, glanced at the Sex-God, and ran, yet again, for her life.
Finally getting to her apartment, after carefully dodging her landlord, she slammed her door closed, locked it, and leaned against it. Her heart was beating ridiculously fast, granted after what she just went through, she supposed it was acceptable. Slowly getting back on her feet after resting against the door for a couple, she slowly made her way to her couch and plopped down, fully intending on passing out right there. A slight shuffling noise was heard, but she ignored it in favor of sleep.
"What, I don't even get a thank you"
She couldn't help herself if she tried. She screamed.
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