Chapter One
I was lying in my bed, eyes wide open, staring at the stars outside my window. My hands were behind my head. I sighed. My insomnia was acting up. Couldn't sleep a wink. In fact, I hadn't slept for the past two nights. I was hoping, praying, that my body would collapse from exhaustion and I could get the rest I so needed, allowing me a few decent hours of sleep. But of course, my prayers weren't answered.
Closing my eyes, I rolled over onto my side, away from my window. Laying there, I started to get the odd sensation that I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck began to prickle and stand on end as goosebumps spread like a gradual wildfire across my skin.
The wind outside was blowing pretty strongly, making the windows shake and creak. The noise grated on my already worn-thin nerves, and I gritted my teeth. Stop being such a scaredy-cat, I scolded myself.
But, as I lay there, I couldn't help but feel…that something…just…wasn't…right.
Boy, was that ever the truth.
Before I even really knew what was happening, a huge, growling…monster…burst out of my closet. And before I could even think Holy hell, how freakin' cliché, that…that…thing…pinned me to my bed, holding a clawed…paw?...over my mouth. I was frightened. He looked like a werewolf of sorts. Wolf head, huge, furry, muscular body, and bushy tail. He wore tattered shorts. His breath puffed over me, hot and steamy and kinda disgusting, and I thought I smelled both dog food and McDonald's hamburgers on his breath. His teeth were bared, and he was snarling at me. He was drooling, too; a huge glop of slobber fell from his jaws and plopped right smack in the middle of my forehead. Gross. I shuddered involuntarily, and the wolf creature put his weight on my chest even harder.
Terrified as I was…I didn't scream. Not once. When the wolf creature realized I probably wouldn't make any noise, he snatched his hand/paw off my face and put it to his ear. I noticed a Bluetooth mobile device on his ear; how peculiar.
"Target obtained. 16 year old female. Caucasian. Brown hair, brown eyes. Roughly five-foot-ten. No struggle. Send the helicopter," he snarled, glaring at me with his fearsome glowing red eyes. My own eyes widened in fear. What the hell was happening? Helicopter? Where was he taking me?
"Close your eyes!" the wolf creature demanded. I immediately squeezed them shut as tight as I possibly could, trembling slightly. And then I found my voice.
"Who…who are you?" I demanded. "What the hell are you doing?"
The wolf man grinned, a very bizarre look considering his face was 100% wolfish.
"Name's Ari," he said, and the words sounded like a threat somehow. "And it's time for you to go to School." He produced ropes from one of the pockets on his shorts and hog tied me. My name is Azariel Margulies. I am 16 years old. And I am being kidnapped by a creature that should only exist in the darkest of nightmares. And then, before I could think of anything to say to the creature, anything to spare myself, to keep him from taking me, he smothered my nose and mouth with a rag doused in a sickly sweet-smelling substance. Oh, no…chloroform, I realized as the blackness quickly filled my vision.