I'm back with chapter two!
You'll notice that I don't curse so I hope you enjoy my wide arrangement of replacements you'll see in this story. lol
I hope you liked the first one, a bit of a rough start but I'm pretty happy with this chapter.
Anyways, enjoy!
That son of a witch ran.
I watched him make tracks down the, and I decided I didn't want to waste my time on him.
It was now well past midnight, and I hadn't gotten anything interesting. I had no actual targets, and Sam was just not working. Maybe he was gay, I don't know.
I was walking on my way home now when I heard a whistle behind me.
I turned and grimaced. It was an old fat dude with a bald spot the size of Missouri, and gut hanging over his belt. But he was wearing a three-hundred-dollar pair of shoes and a silk tie – I could work with it.
I turned my snarl into a smile and strutted over to him.
"Hey baby, what's your name?"
He was not going to be a fun one, he stuttered and almost tripped over his own feet. "Carl."
"Hey Carl, wanna take me home?"
"You bet." He muttered, a dreamy look in his eyes.
He set out walking and didn't stop for a car – lovely. Now, what dump of a motel is he going to take me to?
We ended up at the cheap hotel on main, I wasn't sure if this had been the one that Sam had been talking about, but maybe I should be glad he didn't take me. This place was crap.
Things went quickly, and poor Carl seemed like he hadn't touched a woman in about twenty years.
He was passed out in the cheap bed that springs creaked whenever you moved an inch, and so it was a struggle to get out of the bed without waking the snoring lout.
It was time to make my move, make my Mom and Dad proud. I kissed my fingertips and put them to the air before I went to the dingy bathroom and pulled the door closed.
The air vent rattled, and the yellow lights made my complexion look horrible, but the roach in the corner was dead versus alive, and so I took that as a bonus.
I pulled out my phone, and waited, "This is nine-one-one, what's you're emergency?"
I put on my best panicked voice and said into the phone, "I've been raped, I need help."
"What's your location?"
"I don't know, it's a hotel down on Vulcan road, it's cheap, maybe the Motel 6?" I breathed heavily into the mic, giving myself jitters.
"Do you have a room number?"
"I think it might be 44."
"I'm sending an officer en route to your location."
"Can I have your name?"
"Isabelle Ricardo."
"Do you have a callback number?"
I rambled off the number, trying to warm up my legs by rubbing them viciously.
"Would you please stay on the line, miss?"
"He may hear me." Doubtful, if the snores from the other room were anything to go by.
"Please stay on the line, miss."
"I have to go, hurry."
"Miss? Miss!" I heard through the line before I cut it.
I heard sirens out the door, but a moment later, I hurried out the bathroom and rounded up Carl's wallet, emptied the two hundred dollars he had stored up in there, with a bunch of crinkled ones and a couple of twenties.
I pulled on my shirt and stuffed the money in my bra, Carl had woken up at some point and looked up at me, "Hey, what are you doing?"
I smirked, "Honey, you've just had sex with a minor, not of the legal age of consent, I think I should be asking you what you'll be doing for the next ten years?"
The look on his face transformed from confusion, to fear, to terror. About that time, the door that had been so carelessly left unlocked was opened by two police officers.
"That's him, officers!" One looked at him, and the woman officer looked at me and trekked viciously towards me. I recognized the look on her face, it was the look of a predator, and I was the prey.
My gaze immediately became confused, and the terror grew on my expression as the other cop wolfed out on Carl. Like literally, wolfed out – his teeth grew into long, wicked sharp canines and then dug into Carl like he was dessert.
I screamed, and so did he, blood gushing from his throat. The lady cop's face changed from quite lovely to hosting an impressive maul, her eyes turned bright green, and her pupils changed into slits.
She charged like an animal and I fought with her, she was inhumanly strong. She wrestled me to the ground, her maul dripping saliva in my face. All I heard from Carl was pitiful whimpers as the other one dug into his throat, but I had my own problems to worry about. I screamed again in effort and fear, it was all I took to keep her face away from me, but her claws were wracking along my chest. She was stronger than me, she outweighed me, she was taller than me.
After everything I've survived I was going to die without any pants on, I guess it's good to go out in the way you live – slutty.
She growled, before a loud crash echoed in the room and then the sound of several gunshots. She fell limp on top of me, and I groaned, my arms giving out. The immediate danger passed, I felt myself start to go into a haze. There were voices, all muddled and like my head was full of cotton.
Someone pulled the body off me, and I looked up into some charming dark eyes – familiar eyes. "Sam?" I asked, my voice weak.
"Hey, it's okay now."
"Sam?" I asked again, dumbly.
There was another man, and he said, "The guy's already dead."
"Carl?" I asked, my brain fog. Even if he was a clumsy old guy he didn't deserve to die.
They both looked at me, "Let's get you out of here." The other one said.
"My pants," I said, and it was then at that moment that they realized I was, in fact, without pants.
I didn't feel any particular shame about it, but then again I had just been attacked by a human, wolf…thing. Werewolf? Had I been attacked by a real werewolf? Had my life just hit a whole new level of weird? Probably.
But back to pants.
Sam handed me my pants, and I pulled them on quickly, both of them turning away awkwardly.
Maybe they were both gay, I don't know. Maybe they were gay for each other, this was the twenty-first century, who knows?
"Alright," I said, they both turned back.
"Alright," The shorter guy echoed. "Safe place."
By 'safe place,' I guess they meant the room next door because that's where we ended up.
"Are you going to give her 'the talk' or should I?" The shorter one asked Sam, and I actually laughed.
"Trust me I've already had that talk, it's kind of necessary for my line of work."
They looked at each other, faces flushed, the shorter guy closed his eyes and said,
"No, no, not that talk. This is the one about monsters and crap."
"Like the freak of nature that attacked me in the room?"
"Yeah, exactly like that."
"So," They looked at me expectantly. "Whatcha got?"
The shorter one sat down on the queen bed opposite to me, and said, "Well, let's start with werewolves, and we'll work our way up." I smiled grimly.
Yup, a whole new level of weird.
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