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If I had been human, I would be dead. Well, no doubt about that, but, I meant as far as running up a hill –well, mountain actually- being chased by a bunch of vampire-thirsty werewolves.
Jasper was over a foot behind me now, and that could make the difference for him, or either of us. For I knew that I couldn't leave him to the dogs. So, I made a solution. I put on an extra burst of speed and skidded around Jasper to appear behind him. I then scooped him up in my arms and put al of my remaining strength on getting us to that stupid, bleep-ing cave. I could hear the panting of the werewolves getting closer by the millisecond.
I abruptly halted and let Jasper fly into the cave, with a string of swear words from him. I whipped around and found that the werewolves had stopped, ten feet away. They had fanned out, blocking all escape, of course. They weren't that stupid. I mean, there's werewolves, and then there's Curly. Two completely different kinds of stupid.
I stepped forward, tentatively, and was met by a chorus of growls. Not that there was much point. What could little old me do?
With all their attention focused on me, Jasper had become composed. Next thing I knew, (THAT'S saying something) he had flashed up to the front corner of the cave and snagged the corner werewolf's paw. He dragged it into the cave and gripped it in a full nelson, lowering his lips very close to the werewolf's throat. The dog struggled weakly, but to no avail. Jasper was thirsty.
He paused. "Alice," he breathed. "Get the boulder. They'd better not move, or else this thing can be my next drink."
There was no doubt the werewolves heard him, because they were alternately growling at us and crying to their comrade. I crept up to the corer of the cave and cautiously slid the granite boulder closer to the entrance. I dragged it slowly, foot by foot, so I wouldn't startle the dogs or anything. Unpredictable idiots that they were. Considering that I couldn't waste a few precious seconds looking into my future, I had to operate for self-preservation.
I finally dragged the stone three-fourths of the way across the entrance. "Stop." I heard Jasper whisper, still inches away from the dog's throat. A please wouldn't hurt, was my first thought, but now was not exactly the time to complain.
"Hey, puppies, can you hear me? Your companion here will be bitten if you try anything, so I suggest you not. My companion here is going to leave a slight space between this rock and the edge of the cave, so your friend can slip out. Then we'll close the boulder, ad our games resume. Got it!" Jasper barked out the last two syllables, scaring the mutt in his grasp.
"You could be a little quieter…" I grumbled as I started to pull the rock again. He ignored me.
"Stop." There was a foot between the boulder and the cave wall now. The dogs had started yelping and growling at us, and I could've sworn that they were going to leap forward and rip me to shreds if I didn't stop anyways.
"Okay, dogs, we're going to bring the mutt forward into the crevasse and let him out to you. Comprende?" I barked out at the werewolves outside. I smiled at Japer and gestured for him to come forward. I liked being in control, and this stranger wasn't going to boss me around, dammit.
The next few seconds flashed by unusually quick, even for me. Jasper ducked his head down and bit at the dog's neck, drawing all the blood he could. The animal yelped, and the werewolves outside ran over to the gap to shove their heads inside and see what was going on.
Jasper's head snapped up, and he immediately grabbed his prey and shoved it roughly into the pack's muzzles. They stumbled back, their limp companion following their retreat. His tail was still in the way when I slammed the boulder into the wall and dragged it backwards to successfully plug us in the cave.
"What the HECK were you thinking?!" Jasper and I simultaneously yelled at each other. I glared at him for a solid second or two, staring directly into his pure red eyes.
"Your 'plan' wasn't working, so I improvised, you thirsty little cannibal." I muttered as I turned away from him to stare at the rock that I had pulled into place. – the rock shuddered with the force of an impact on the other side. A pair of vampires walk calmly toward the back of the cave, peering up at the low ceiling. – well, that was that. Apparently the werewolves were gathering their strength on the other side of this boulder.
"Oh? How could you know that it wasn't working?" He challenged after a while.
I rounded on him. "You see, if I had had the time, or the energy while you were sucking the blood out of that sorry mutt, I could have told you whether or not it was going to work. Just like right now I can see that our way out of this little hellhole is in the back of the cave somewhere. I bet you're wondering how, aren't you? Well, you know what? I CAN SEE THE FUTURE YOU IDIOT!" I screamed the last words at him, outrage filling my entire being. How could he judge me? He didn't know the first thing about me!
My voice echoed about the small space, reminding me several times in a row that I could be very loud if I wanted to. Jasper clutched his head, as if he was in pain. "Stop," he pleaded. "Calm down, please. It hurts." He slowly got up and walked over to my shaking frame. I was on the verge of a breakdown. I could feel madness tugging at the edges of my consciousness, just waiting for something to push me just a little bit farther…
Jasper was suddenly next to me, with his arm draped across my shoulders comfortingly. "You're right, Alice," He said, almost to himself. "I don't know anything about you, and I shouldn't judge you. You've obviously had a rough life, and I hope it gets better from now on." He squeezed my shoulders lightly. My hysteria had cooled, and was now replace by an odd feeling. I had never had this much physical contact with anyone, and Jasper's had seemed to leave a print around my shoulders as he unwrapped his arm and took my shoulders. I stayed limp, slightly dazed, an electric feeling ran through me.
Jasper looked me in the eyes. "Are you okay? Alice?
"Yes," I murmured.
He growled. "Don't lie. You've never been okay with yourself. There's something buried deep in you, and I intend to fix that ache you feel." I stared as he placed one hand over my still heart. He paused and then broke away from me, starting toward the back of the cave. I stood, dumbfounded, feeling open and exposed. Hadn't we just been yelling at each other? How did this stranger know so much?!
Jasper turned back to look at me, grinning slightly. "Now how exactly do we get out of here again?"
I walked over, still bemused. I finally looked up and began making my way farther back into the cave. The ceiling slanted sharply, and I only walked back as far as I could without stooping. Nothing. I scooted back a way, and I saw a tiny, faint glimmer. "What's that?" I asked, reaching up to brush it with my hand. The rock immediately crumbled away to reveal a chute, about three feet wide, reaching all the way up to the top of the cliff.
I smiled. "There you have it. There's our escape route."
