Author Notes: Here's the next installment. Its kinda short and Im not 100% happy with it but my little inspiration buddy has vanished so this is the best I could do. Let me know what you think.
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The entire world seemed jet black and everything was fuzzy. Gradually she started to focus her mind. As she slowly became aware of her existence and the fact that she was waking up she started to open her eyes. Her thick black eyelashes flickered in quick succession for a few seconds before they slowly opened fully, to reveal her stunning topaz eyes. At first everything was just a blur, it took several more sever blinks before her surroundings became remotely clear to Catherine.
She was shocked and scared to realize that her surroundings were not familiar to her, she sat up hastily.
"Ugh." a moan escaped her lips.
Her hands almost instantly flung up to her head, which was throbbing and felt so heavy on top of her shoulders, she also noticed that her throat felt bone dry and was really sore. It was only now that she was no longer vertically challenged that she finally saw where she was. All around her was her living room furniture. She was for some reason curled up on her living room floor… NAKED!
She abruptly stood up and grabbed the throw off the couch to wrap around her self. After the shock began to wear off she began to feel silly for her sudden wave of panicked modesty, after all she was all alone in her own house. She was however thankful for the slight insulation the blanket was providing as she noticed a chilling draft that was causing goosebumps to appear on every part of her slender body.
As she spun around looking for any sign of what was causing the irritating draft, she noticed that the back door was wide open and swinging ever so slightly in the wind. She racked her brain trying to remember the last thing that she could recollect happening. It was so unlike her to leave a door or even a window open. With her job she was well aware of the need to be vigilant with the security of her house. The events of the last few hours escaped her, she could not for the life of her recall what had happened. All she could remember was goingoutside and seeing that mysterious wolf. Then just blackness. Nothingness.
With confusion, fear and that very large wolf clouding her thoughts she cautiously headedtowards the backdoor. When she reached it she looked out and surveyed the backyard, shecouldn't see anything. No movement and no wolves. So with yet more caution she headed outside. She was very aware that she was walking around her garden with nothing but a flimsy blanket concealing her modesty. She was very thankful for the fact that all the surrounding houses were ground floor only buildings and that her garden was entirely enclosed by a high fence. It was then that she spotted the something in the distance, it wasn't until she looked more intently that she decided that it was pile of what appeared to be fabric randomly in the distance, towards the end of the garden. As she approached she suddenly realized that the fabric was in fact clothes, her clothes. Only now they weren't in a fit state to be worn. They were literally shredded to bits. Every piece was torn and generally destroyed.
Panicked she quickly bundled up the pile of shredded fabric and hurried back indoors, to the safety of her bedroom. Slamming both the back door and her bedroom door firmly shut in the process. Once she was in the privacy of the sanctuary that was her room she flung the fabric in the corner of her room and proceeded to sit on her bed. One sat down she just stared at the wall, her eyes unfocused and her thoughts scrambled. No matter how hard she tried she simply could not piece together the puzzle of last night's events. This frustrated her no end. She was a CSI solving puzzles was what she did best. It was during this mental rant that she suddenly realized that she had no idea what time it was, she had noticed that there was sunlight outside, but other than the fact that it was the day she was clueless in regards to the time. She quickly glanced at the clock on her bedside table. She was amazed to find that it was almost noon. She couldn't believe that she'd lost nearly 12 hours of her life.
Never one to wallow she quickly formulated her plan of action. She needed to get organized and carry on with her day. She couldn't let this; whatever it was completely disrupt her life. This plan started with Catherine getting dressed. In no mood to carefully select each item of clothing she grabbed the first things she came across; a pair of comfy and complimentary jeans and a thin black sweater. She ran a brush through her hair and was just about to go freshen up in the bathroom. When she spotted the incriminating clothes slung in the corner of her room. She quickly bundled them up once again and placed them in an empty storage box which she pushed to the back of her wardrobe, before continuing on her route to the bathroom.
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