The cold air whipped around my fragile body, walking around Alaska in a blizzard was something one never gets used to. The corner coffee shop was only a few more blocks away, and I would be in a warm building with my friends. Being with Abby and Roland was more comforting to me than it ever was before. I made my way up the barren streets, a rustling in the bushes made me feel like I was being followed. I honestly couldn't tell if I was being paranoid or not, maybe I was so stressed that I was making things up. I continued walking with a stronger stride. My breathing became heavier as I turned into the alleyway. The only part of town that actually scared me, its dark corners and trash filled sidewalks made me shiver. When I heard the chime like giggles I knew that I was being followed, but I wasn't sure by what. The alleyway was a shortcut, so it was blocked of by a fence that I usually climbed to get to the coffee shop, but where as my muscles were frozen that may be potentially problematic. I gulped and spun around to face my stalkers, but all I saw was empty street.
"The wind Evangeline." Someone sang, their voice like melted honey. "It makes funny noises when you're alone." I grabbed onto the edges of my jacket and pulled it tighter around me. I stumbled back onto the clod hard pavement, scraping my hands.
"Um, clumsy little girl." Someone giggled, as a group of girls appeared on the roof of the closest building. To a normal human on might assume that they were just exceptionally beautiful, but one such as myself knew better. They weren't even human….
The girls jumped off of the roofs landing in front of me with more grace then a mountain lion. Their backs arched in an feline like manner and their eyes were black slits surrounded by yellow. One of girls in particular seemed more angry then cheerful like the others. She was more beautiful then them as well, her long red hair blew around her petite face and a long shining tattoo ran from the corner of her eye to her index finger. The girl looked like she had walked out of a Tinkerbelle audition, her shirt and skirt were torn as if from branches.
"I… I don't think I'm who your looking for." I said quietly. The red headed women walked over to me and helped me up off of the ground. I brushed the dirt of off my jacket, the women grabbed my hand and dragged me in front of the others.
"Our little girl…" she started clicking her tongue. "Do you know what you've done."
"Bitch." One of them yelled out.
"Um, with all do respect maim… Mrs.…" The women shot me an icy glare. "Please, I don't know what your talking about." Whatever I had said ticked her off, a flare of anger ignited from inside her and the next thing I knew I was in mid air. My head hit the back of a brick wall and a warm red substance came running down my back. The women stalked over to me, pressing her heel into my leg.
She bent down and whispered into my ear, "Who do you think you are. You think you can ruin everything." I let out a whimper when she pressed harder. She wrapped her hand around my throat and lifted me of off the ground, my feet dangled along the wall.
"Willow!" One of them yelled, "Their coming." Through my squinted eyes I noticed a few of the women ran away, leaving only a handful of them left. The women threw me back onto the ground and turned back to the entrance of the alleyway. The women formed a triangle in front of me.
"How many?" The leader asked.
"Two." One responded.
"Stand your guards ladies, if they want her they have to get through us first." She called out. I grabbed onto the wall and pulled up, stumbling along the wall over to the fence, every muscle in my body hurt. I pulled myself up the fence and climbed, ignoring my body crying out in protest. I kept climbing and climbing until I got to the top, I knew I couldn't climb my way down. Everything hurt so bad, my eyes became heavy and I nearly toppled over onto the hard cement ground. Tears built up behind my eyes and I tried to hold them back, maybe if I didn't cry it wouldn't hurt so bad. My head became heavy and I couldn't hold on anymore. My fingers started to slip, clammy and wet they couldn't grasp the hard metal of the fence no longer. I let go, falling to my impending demise.