Thank you, October.

Biting the Silver Bullet

By wolfgal97

Chapter Two

The Big Bad Wolf

Whoever was attacking me was strong. So strong, I assumed he was a guy. I struggled as best I could trying to get away, but it was no use. He had my arms trapped behind me with a coil of rope. When my hands became useless, I tried throwing elbows, but I never got a good hit in.

My captor lifted me up over his shoulder, proving his male gender. I still tried to wriggle free, but it wasn't working. I eventually wore myself out by the time he put me down long enough to toss me into the back of a car.

I tried to sit up, but I was smacked every time I made it almost vertical. I ended up laying on my side, trying to figure out what I could. The idiot taking me hadn't said anything, so I couldn't even guess who he was. All I could hear was the rattle of the car engine, which didn't tell me anything. The whole back seat smelled of oil and other mechanical stuff.

I tried to see, but the sack covering my head was dark. There was, however a spot where the threads were coming unraveled. I placed my eye around that spot. Though I couldn't see details, I saw blurry shapes of things. I tried to see who was driving, but I could only see the back of his bald head. I had never met this person before.

Before I could try to see anything else, the car stopped and the engine was killed. He had reached his destination, and I had no clue what was going on. When he came to get me from the back, I had a few questions I wanted to ask.

What do you want?

Do you know we have no money for ransom?

Do you know my dad wouldn't find me worth the money of ransom?

Does Mr. Clean know you stole his hair do?

I did the smart thing and said nothing. Instead, I watched. Mr. Clean discovered I had legs and could walk for myself with incessant nudging. I saw that we were walking through woods by the crunch of leaves and dirt underfoot. I could also see the fuzzy lines of trees.

After we walked for a few minutes, Mr. Clean grabbed my shoulder and shoved me to the ground. Hit hard and it really hurt, causing me to curl to a ball in self-preservation. My knees came to my chest to protect my ribcage in case he kicked as hard as my dad. I began to work on setting my hands free, but I wasn't Houdini. The rope began to burn my flesh, hurting so bad, I wanted to yell.

I didn't hear Mr. Clean walking around. In fact, it had become very silent. It scared me, not knowing what was going on. All I wanted was to go back to frigging Georgia, where none of this would have happened. Suddenly, someone began to speak.

"You have her?" This voice was new, and it defiantly didn't belong to Mr. Clean. It was a girl voice.

"Yes. She doesn't know anything. I still don't see why you wanted this girl. I see nothing special about her." I adjusted my body, trying to see the new girl who seemed to be in charge. All I could see through the little hole of the sack was the basic shape of a woman with blond waves of hair and a sharp jaw.

She spoke as if she was far more superior to the other. "Because she's new! Hardly anyone will care if she goes missing other than relatives and if she met anyone today. If you had done the job right and gotten her a day before, we wouldn't have this problem."

Wait; let's just recap what this nutty chick said. Basically, I was needed by her to go missing for some reason. This doesn't bode well. My stomach dropped, and I felt the sudden need to vomit.

"When is this going to happen? I mean, what is your exact plan for this?"

"It'll happen when Hale gets here. He wasn't at the house, so he'll have to come through here to get home. Then, when he gets here, we force him into a choice. Chris won't let me kill him without having 'cause.' So, I'm going to get a reason."

Kill? Kill? This wasn't sounding good at all. If this crazy chick was willing to kill some guy so badly, she sounded like she would stop at nothing to do it. And this also makes me wonder where I come into play.

"But why do you hate him so much? I mean, personally." Mr. Clean was right. Why did crazy girl hate mystery guy so much?

"That's not any of your business. If you ever ask question like that again, I swear I'll- Wait! Some one's coming." There was the sound of moving leaves as she moved. "It's him! Quick! Let her go!"

Let her go? Let who go? Me? Why kidnap someone to just "let them go"? Whatever floats there boats, I guess. Before I knew what was happening, the bag was wrenched from my head, allowing me to see. I saw him draw a blade, and I flinched away, not wanting to die so young.

But the knife only cut my bounds, not my flesh. "Run," he whispered into my ear. I did as told. I stood and ran in the direction I was pushed. At the time, it seemed like a great idea. Now I see how stupid I was. If I hadn't ran blindly in the direction he pushed, I wouldn't be... well you'll see.

But I did run. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me after being trapped for an hour. They were stiff and numb, and though. Had never been a runner or athlete, I flew. I ran across a flat area that surprisingly plummeted down a hill. When I understood I was going down, I fell, rolling on my side, hitting every little bump.

When I finally stopped rolling, I stood up and looked around, trying to figure out where I was. It was dark and cold, the wind picking up. I rubbed my hands, trying to get warm. My head had gotten cut somehow, and a slow yet steady stream of blood poured from it. I tried to ignore it because something else bothered me more.

It was the eyes watching me in the dark of the forest. I could see the outline of a man there, but who he was, I couldn't tell. All I could do was watch those eyes of storm. "What are you doing here? This is private property."

"Please you have to help me! There are these people! They kidnapped me!"

He came closer to me, worry on his face. "Slow down and tell me what's happened." I was surprised to see that the person was that Derek guy. I opened my mouth to explain what was going on when I heard someone shouting from behind me.

"The girl is with the enemy! Kill her."

Her? The girl? Oh crap! She was talking about me! Before I knew it, guns started going off. I dropped to the ground, and I felt someone laying over me. When the shooting stopped, strong arms pulled me to my feet. Derek had been protecting me the whole time, though he didn't even know me. Why would he risk his life for mine?

Also, was he the enemy the crazy woman had said I was with? I didn't even know this guy! He was just pulling me along at crazy fast speed through the black forest. After a moment, we stopped running because I was out of breath. "What... the hell... is going on?" I asked between breaths. But I never got an answer.

Bullets riddled my back, and my mouth fell open in shock. Blood began to seep from the holes in my body and it pumped up through my throat. It overflowed, covering my lips, tasting like hot rust. I fell to the muddy ground in a second, though it felt as if for hours. My body bounced from shock of everything, sending more pain down my spine.

When I laid still, my eyes blindly looked around for something to focus on. And I found the perfect thing. Wide grey eyes that swam in and out of my fading vision. When I couldn't see very well, I understood what was happening.

I was dying.

"Stay calm. You'll be fine. I'm going to get you out of here," Derek said, gently lifting me up to carry me away. I wanted to shout, "You try getting shot to death and you stay calm!" But due to the blood now pouring from my mouth, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Derek was very fast for carrying dead weight, pardon the pun. He lept over logs with ease, dodged trees with that almost pretty grace, all the while managing to not drop me. In fact, I could barely feel him there.

I was getting worse. My vision had been reduced to blurry shapes as if the sack was back on my head. My whole back and stomach was wet and slippery with the precious red liquid that was just keeping me alive. My heart beat, which had been pounding in my ears was becoming faint. In fact, it was almost non-existent.

Derek noticed, too. He set me down on the cold floor of the forest. I shivered in the cold, but it was the least of my worries. Derek looked sad. Not a normal kind of sad either. It was melancholy, a type of sadness beyond his years. As if his young eyes had seen too many horrors in his life. This look told me what I was dreading. There was no hope.

"Look, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. You've lost a lot of blood and..."

"It's okay," I managed to choke out in a pitiful moan. Derek had done more that I would have ever dreamed. Derek rolled his head in exasperation, annoyed he couldn't do more.

Suddenly, something dawned on him. "Listen, there is one thing I can do for you. It may save part of your life, but you won't be human. You'll heal fast, be a thousand times stronger. But, you will never be normal. You'll even be hunted by people. But I need to know now if you want me to do this. Do you want me to let you die a human, or do you want me to change you into a werewolf?"

Werewolf? No way. I wanted to tell him to stop being silly about a creature that didn't exist and to at least get me to a hospital, but I was blacking out.

"Tell me what you want, now! If you want to live, tell me now so I can give you a chance. I can't change you unless you tell me to, or the hunters..."

I didn't ever hear what the hunters would do. Actually, I wasn't even taking any of this in. I was drifting in my own little word. I felt like Alice falling down the dark rabbit hole as I fell into the black abyss of my mind. I fell for what felt like a long time, taking in what dying felt like.

I was so close to death when I felt a crescent shape on my neck begin to burn. It yanked me from the darkness into a white searing pain that cause me to use the rest of my strength to arch my back to get rid of whatever was penetrating my neck. The pain proved to be too much, despite my high tolerance for it.

I was Alice again, only she didn't have to deal with the big bad wolf.