I own nothing!
The trash had been the last thing I had to do before I could leave for the night. I remember the air had been so cold that night, so cold I could see my breath. I could feel shivers wracking my body. As I walked towards the dumpster I felt like I was being watched.
The hairs on my arms were sticking up, so weren't the ones on the back of my neck. I had chalked it up to me being paranoid, but I was scared. Maybe someone was watching me.
I opened the dumpster and nearly had heart failure as a raccoon jumped out. I wasn't expecting it, and it startled me. I quickly put the trash away and ran quickly to me car. I was eager to get home and into a nice warm shower.
I put my key into the ignition and turned, but my car wouldn't start. I remember thinking to myself "Good job Catherine! You left the vanity light on and killed your battery." I took out my phone and called my mom. I remember that conversation very clearly.
"Catherine? Is everything okay?" She picked up on the third ring.
"Um, well my car wont start."
"Are you still at work?"
"Yeah, I was asked to close."
"I'll be right there to give you a jump start."
"Okay, love you, see you when you get here."
"Love you too baby."
She was here in exactly 15 minutes. I got out of my car to give her a hug.
"Hey Mom."
"Hey Baby." Her voice had been so gentle, so filled with love. She went around to the back of her car to open her trunk. She pulled out the jumper cables, and just as I was about to go pop the hood on my car a black SUV pulled up.
I waved a little bit and shouted "Sorry we're closed."
When they opened the car door my mom shouted "We're all good here!" But then she turned to me put her hand on my shoulder, leaned in closer and whispered "Cat go! take my car and just go!" But there wasn't enough time.
The men had guns and they were pointed directly at us. My mom threw her body in front of mine. She protected me. They shot her 3 times.
I watched her fall to the ground, her eyes lifeless. I didn't stay long too eye them up. I took off quickly. I ran as fast as. I could towards the woods that were surrounding the bar.
I felt the wind blowing through my hair. I could hear the men chasing after me. I prayed to god that I was faster than them, but apparently god hates me. I tripped over a tree root.
I fell, smacked my head off a rock, i scraped my hands and tore a hole in my favorite pants. I could feel the warm rush of blood slide down my face. I felt dizzy and disoriented. I looked up.
The men had caught up to me. I looked up into the eyes of my soon to be killer.
"Please!" I tried pleading, but they only smiled ruefully at me. The both lifted their guns to shoot, but a body shot out of nowhere and tackled them. I don't know if it was the head injury, but I don't think it was a human that saved me.
It's back was to me but I could make out the shape of a man, but it had all sorts of veins sticking out. It's muscles were bulging, and rippling. I blacked out for a moment, and when I came too I was face to face with a beast. It had beautiful golden eyes, dangerously sharp teeth, and veins all over it's face.
"Beautiful." I whispered, too low for anyone to hear.
The beast growled. A deep, rumbling sound deep within it's chest. I think I may be a bit delusional, but I could have sworn I heard it whisper "Mine. My Mate. Mine." It's breath ghosted across my face and I took a shaky breath. My vision blurred after that. Black spots appeared and that's the last thing I remember.
She was in danger. Those men were chasing her. I could feel my beast coming to the surface. He wanted to help her, save her, take her home. He wants to hold her, love her, keep her with him forever. But he couldn't do that if those men took her from him. They will have to pay for hurting her.
My beast roared. I had no control over my movements anymore. The beast was in full control, and he charged into battle like he was made for it. Which he was. But instead of the blood thursty thoughts he normally had, all he could think of was her. Saving her. Protecting her.
It was all about her now.
My beast killed the men quickly. I looked down at where she had fallen. She was looking at me, at us. Me and the beast. Her eyes were boring into mine.
"Beautiful." Too low for a normal human to hear. My super sensitive hearing picked it up. We aren't beautiful, she is beautiful.
"Mine. My Mate. Mine." My beast growled softly. Her eyes were starting to rollback, and her eyelids slowly closed. My beast picked her up, and held her close. He took in her sweet scent, committing it to memory. She smelled nice.
My beast ran with her. Back to the warhouse, when he knew she would be safe he let me take control again.
Her head has stopped bleeding, but she could have a concussion. Her hands also looked to be torn up a bit. I bring her inside and lay her gently on my bed. I softly caress her face.
I quickly grab a clean cloth and damp it with cold water. I rush back to her side. I wipe the cloth against her head wound. I clean it of blood and dirt. It doesn't look like it would need stitches. I grab the anti-bacterial ointment and bandages.
I dress her wound and the I lie down next to her. I take her hand in mine. I have so many questions. How old is she? What's her name? Where does she live? How will she get along with J.T? J.T!
J.T is going to be pissed. He is going to be furious. Hopefully he wont try to make me be rid of her. I could feel my beast growl just below the surface. We wouldn't let anyone take her from us. She is ours!
We will deal with J.T when he gets home, but for now we will sleep next to our beautiful Mate.
so what did you think? Im not sure if I should continue and would really like some feedback. If you see any errors I would really like to know about them so I can fix them. Thank you for Reading! Please review!
~Someonesbaby~
