"Fuck!" I whisper-yelled as a branch snapped across my raised arm and drew a good amount of blood.
"Delicious!" Clevonte yelled to me.
"Fuck!" I whisper-yelled again.
My frantic steps came to a stuttering halt as the ocean came to view. I dared not say anything for fear that Clevonte might hear me.
"This is fun, kitten! Keep it coming!" He called to me once more.
Without a word, I dove into the freezing water. The bubbles that I created momentarily confused me, but seconds later I was on my way to safety or, better yet, civilization.
I wasn't stupid enough to think that Clevonte couldn't swim; all vampires could. But when we last let off, I had been a good thousand feet away from him and the water was one of my best areas of expertise.
I had barely made it to the edge of a cliff before Clevonte entered the water behind me. I knew that if I tried to rush to the shore, he would catch me. I mentally groaned and began to climb the cliff as quickly as I could.
It wasn't an easy thing do; there were barely any hand holds on the whole thing, and if there were they were either too deep for comfort or too shallow. If it had been up to me, climbing the cliff would have been my last choice. It made me ridiculously vulnerable and easier to spot. Also, I wasn't the best when it came to climbing. Maybe it had to do with a girl's natural lack if upper-body strength, even when the said girl was a werewolf.
"Now you're just boring me!" Clevonte called from the bottom of the cliff.
I sucked in a breath at how close he was, but still answered, "Fuck off, Clevonte!"
"That's a bad word."
"I don't fucking care!" I answered just for him. Vaguely, I thought I heard him tsking me from down below.
By this time, my arms felt like overstretched rubber bands, like they couldn't dare hold any more weight than I was already making them suffer with.
Slowly (okay, not that slowly) I built up my resolve to make the last leap that put me at the top of the cliff. I looked down to see Clevonte gaining serious ground on me and felt the adrenaline pump even faster through my veins. The extra adrenaline helped me push up those last few feet to the top.
I had just gotten my waist on the cliff, just about to swing my legs over and make my daring leap to victory, when a cold, granite hard hand clasped around my right ankle.
I bit down on a rather girly scream for someone like me, and settled for making my tongue bleed. Of course that made me curse again.
"Fuck." This time I said it without as much zeal.
Clevonte poked his head up right above the top of the cliff, his hand still secured around my ankle.
"Any more fight, sugar?" He asked, too calmly for my liking.
When I didn't answer, he rolled his eyes and removed his hand from my ankle only to replace it on the small of my back. Pressing lightly on me, he hoisted himself up and over the edge of the cliff.
I sat, frozen and shocked as he held out his hand to help me up. I bit my lip and pulled myself up, completely ignoring his hand.
Inside my head I was panicking. What was I supposed to do now?
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I thought as Clevonte laid his hand on my shoulder and steered me away from the ledge.
"Wouldn't want you going and dying before I could get to you," he said with a grin, "now would I?"
"Hey who knows?" I retorted. "You're the psychopathic freak here."
"That's mean, Lilly."
I clenched my teeth together as he cupped my cheek. "If you have to talk to me, at least use my real name." I said, jerking away from his hand.
He frowned and said, "I doesn't matter what I call you"—his grin returned—"mine will be the last face you ever see."
"If I only had a penny for every time someone has said that to me." The hand on my shoulder moved upward, stroking my neck.
"Say goodbye, sweet." Clevonte murmured.
I shut my eyes as his hand began to tighten around my throat. So. He was going for the strangulation method. Most of the time, I got them so mad at me that they wanted to rip my heart out.
His grasp on my neck was brutal, but I could feel my body begin to shake, just like it did every time before I changed.
But I never got the chance.
Moments later, Clevonte's hand was torn away from my throat and I sucked in one quick breath before I began to cough like one would after being strangled.
"What the hell?" I muttered before looking back up to see what that was.
What I saw shocked me to the core.
Wolves. There were wolves everywhere; at the least ten of them.
Thankfully, none of them were taking any interest in me. I took the opportunity and ran to the edge of the woods, but was stopped by a big russet colored wolf.
"What do you want now?" I exclaimed in exasperation. "As you can see, I've already been having a shitty day." He growled at me.
"Yeah, that's really scary." I rolled my eyes and walked past him.
I got about five feet away before he tackled me. Then I could really make sure it was a he.
Ew.
"Bitch, get your fat, furry paws off of me!" The wolf cocked his head to the side at stared at me as though I was insane. "What?" I exclaimed again.
The shakes started again even though I was trying my hardest to hold off the change. My hands dug savagely into the ground beneath me, ripping up the frozen soil like it was nothing, but before I could complete my change, he completed his change back.
"Ew!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, transformation entirely forgotten. "Get off of me!" I shrieked, desperately trying to sink into the ground beneath me.
He jumped up away from me so fast it rattled me a bit.
"Sorry! Gah! So sorry!"" I rolled my eyes at his pleading tone.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don't do it again, bitch." I said, back to my usual tone of voice.
But I wasn't letting to how much it had shaken me. After five years of a certain kind of abuse, it didn't take much to spook me, though I would never admit it.
"Are you decent?" I questions with my hands covering my eyes until he told me he was.
"Yeah." He said meekly.
When I glanced up at him, he was curled up in a sitting position up against a tree, shirtless, his eyes looking down away from mine.
"You know, you have terrible bedside manners." I said it so seriously; he couldn't help but crack a smile, even a weak one.
"Jacob!" I heard a voice yell from the trees.
"Shit." I muttered and pulled myself to my feet, while wiping bits of dirt off here and there.
I looked back at 'Jacob' to see he'd hauled himself to his feet as I had. I gave him a fleeting look before trudging off into the forest.
