Beautiful Monster
Chapter Two
AN: Sorry it took me so long to update this. My birthday was Friday and my weekend was insane, so it was hard to even get on the computer. But I'm back now with a new chapter! :D Please enjoy and review!
When Imogene woke much later, she became aware of three things. Number one, she had been overpowered by a werewolf. She had been over powered by a werewolf. Not the biggest ego booster. Number two, her head hurt like a son of a bitch. Number three, she was in bed. Not her own, but it was comfortable enough that she didn't care.
What happened after she collapsed? Obviously the werewolf didn't kill her, but why not, it sure seemed like he wanted to earlier. And was this his bed she was in? Why had he taken her here? Imogene had so many questions but her head was hurting to badly to get answers.
When she heard movement in the room, her eyes fluttered open, looking for its source. The werewolf was walking into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was drenched and stuck to his face, framing it perfectly. He had claw marks and scars along his chest and neck, a few coming up to his jaw. And his chest… Imogene licked her lips, mesmerized by how perfect something so terrible could be. Her eyes traveled from his chest to his strong, muscled arms, and then back down to his legs, taking in every bare inch of him.
Imogene's eyes went wide and she shook her head. What was wrong with her? It wasn't a man she was staring at, but a monster. She may have been one too, but not nearly as bad as him. He was a worthless dog in her eyes, and as soon as she got her answers, she was sure she would kill him. She returned her gaze back to him as he turned around, showing her his bare back. Perhaps she wouldn't kill him so quickly… Maybe some fun was in order before she offed him.
Her thoughts were interrupted when he turned around again and his eyes went wide, "Oh…" He said, surprised, "You're awake."
"And you're naked." Imogene noted nodding toward him, "Mind explaining what the hell is going on?"
The werewolf looked down, a blush creeping onto his tan cheeks. Imogene couldn't help but notice how different he was. His eyes had gone from glowing yellow to deep green, and his demeanor seemed sweeter, more laid back. He glanced up at her, "I thought you were someone else…." He mumbled "I'm so sorry I hurt you."
Imogene blinked, "And so you knocked me unconscious and brought me to your house?"
"Apartment." He corrected, "And you were hurt, I couldn't just leave you in some ally."
Imogene didn't know what to say. She was sure she hated and wanted to kill him, but now the damn werewolf was going to be nice to her? Damn. She sighed and rubbed her aching head, thinking about her options. "What's your name?" She finally asked.
He smiled a bit, "Oh, I'm Alex. Alex Nelson. And you're…?"
"Imogene." She said softly, "Imogene Garnier." She looked down, tracing the pattern in the blanket with the tip of her finger, "I'd appreciate it if you put some clothes on now."
Alex's eyes went wide and he looked down at the towel around his waist, "Oh, yeah. Sorry." He turned and bolted out of the room.
